Recently, here and there, the lines “Woman, religion, everyone chooses their own path ...” are heard. Someone agrees with them, some do not, but they do not leave anyone indifferent, and even for a minute, but they make you think about your life. Are we on the right road, who are our fellow travelers, and what do we believe in when we say the words of prayer ... So who is the author of these lines? We sort it out together.
Poet
He is a poet and a contemporary of ours. Lines from his many poems are widely heard. They are about loneliness, about the endless search for oneself in this vast world, about love and friendship, and, of course, about the transience of all things except hope. If you have not guessed who it is, then let me introduce you - Yuri Levitansky. He is the author of famous lines: “Everyone chooses a woman, religion, road for himself ...”
Years of experience
Yuri Levitansky went through the whole war. The Great Patriotic War has always been an unhealing wound for him. It could not be otherwise. A man of a deep soul cannot see and forget immediately. He passes everything through himself, and much, if not everything, remains with him forever. It hurts and achs, but at the same time it cleanses and gives the right to feel life thinner and deeper. The poetic works of Yu. Levitansky are a vivid confirmation of this. The poem "Woman, religion, everyone chooses their own way ..." is no exception. Critics were amazed that his poetic works from year to year are becoming more transparent, weightless, as if his soul continues to grow younger, without bowing to the continuous passage of time. Apparently, she knew something ...
Creation
In the poem "Woman, religion, everyone chooses their own way ..." he does not condemn the reader for his chosen life path and says that there are no complaints to anyone. Y. Levitansky only offers to step aside once again and look at himself and his life from the side: whom we serve - “the devil or the prophet”, what kind of words of love we know that actually hides our appeal to God - faith, humility or fear, and, finally, what role do we play, what do we change into “shield and armor”, or we take with us “staff and patches”. No one knows what the truth is, and why it happens anyway. No one can say for sure what our choice depends on, whether it is right or false, and whether it exists in the world. The poet does not isolate himself, and admits that "I choose too - as I can." But at the same time, he warns that ignorance or unwillingness to know does not relieve him of responsibility, punishment in any case will be knocked on the door, and what it will be - the "measure of final reckoning" - we choose again.
The poem “Woman, religion, everyone chooses their own way ...” is, first of all, reflection. It is strict, but not loud. It is fundamental, but understanding and not condemning. It is simple but wise. However, like all the poet’s work, like himself.