Solution. Solution I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is My flesh, which I will give for the life of the world

47. In the seven years of abundance the earth brought forth handfuls of grain. 48. And he gathered all the grain of the seven years that were (fruitful) in the land of Egypt, and laid the grain in the cities; in each city he laid the grain of the fields surrounding it. 49. And Joseph stored up very much grain, like sand

With genuine annoyance, like Lisa's pearls, the future princess mentioned the “dresses from the same piece of material” that were sewn for her and her cousin Anna, the daughter of the owner of the house, and which were supposed to make them identical. Not so: “it is difficult to find more different natures.” Not being like Anna Mikhailovna probably meant for Ekaterina Romanovna to assert her own personality. Childhood in someone else's house left an indelible imprint on Dashkova, and throughout her life she showed many traits of an “insufferable freak.”

Lisa’s correspondent from “Roman in Letters” was surprised and reprimanded her friend for her “irritability”: “How can you compare yourself with your students and demoiselles de compagnie? Everyone knows that Holga’s father owed everything to you and that their friendship was as sacred as the closest kinship.” But over the years, past merits ceased to be taken into account by both sides of the hidden conflict: the students and their benefactors.

Tolstoy depicted this situation in “War and Peace” in relation to Boris Drubetsky. “The elderly lady bore the name of Princess Drubetskaya, one of the best families in Russia, but she was poor, had long since left the world and had lost her previous connections. She has now come to secure a placement in the guard for her only son...

Listen, prince,” she said, “I... never reminded you of my father’s friendship for you. But now, I beg you by God, do this for my son...

But influence in the world is capital that must be protected so that it does not disappear. Prince Vasily knew this, and once he realized that if he began to ask for everyone who asked him, then soon he would not be able to ask for himself, he rarely used his influence. In the case of Princess Drubetskaya, however, he felt... something like a reproach of conscience. She reminded him of the truth: he owed his first steps in the service to her father... This last consideration shook him.”

From the point of view of the ancient morality of patriarchal noble families, where they did not consider their own and other people’s children - as long as there was enough space at the table - Lisa from “A Novel in Letters” should have said “thank you” and lived peacefully in the warm world of kinship and affinity. But the new era brought a feeling of discomfort to him. The feeling of gratitude became heavy, almost unbearable for proud hearts. And it seemed easier for them not to see their benefactors than to return the old with new good. So, Drubetskoy, having risen to the position of Bennigsen’s adjutant, refused Nikolai Rostov, who specially came to him in Tilsit to ask for Captain Denisov. Even worse, the very meeting with the son of yesterday’s patrons caused Boris annoyance.

In 1833, Pushkin conveyed the character of Lisa from “The Novel in Letters” to Lizaveta Ivanovna in “The Queen of Spades”; even some of the turns of phrase when describing them are similar. “Lizaveta Ivanovna was a very unhappy creature. Someone else’s bread is bitter, says Dante, and the steps of someone else’s porch are heavy, and who would know the bitterness of dependence if not the poor pupil of a noble old woman?.. Lizaveta Ivanovna was a domestic martyr. She spilled tea and was reprimanded for wasting too much sugar; she read novels aloud, and was to blame for all the author’s mistakes; she accompanied the countess on her walks, and was responsible for the weather and the pavement. She was given a salary that was never paid; and yet they demanded that she dress like everyone else, that is, like very few others. In the world she played the most pathetic role. Everyone knew her, and no one noticed; at balls she danced only when there was a lack of vis-a-vis, and the ladies took her arm every time they needed to go to the restroom to fix something in their outfit. She was proud, keenly aware of her position, and looked around her, eagerly awaiting a deliverer; but the young people, calculating in their flighty vanity, did not deign to pay her attention, although Lizaveta Ivanovna was a hundred times sweeter than the arrogant and cold brides around whom they hovered.”

Note that both times Pushkin made female pupils his heroines. The author seemed to forgive them for their dependence, because a woman is already dependent from birth. To depict a man in such a position meant to destroy him as a true hero. But the feelings themselves were the same for both sexes.

It is not for nothing that Tolstoy leaves Boris without describing the movements of his soul. The gaze of other characters glides over him as if over a polished surface, and notices only the external manifestations of unpleasant qualities. The young man himself is closed, not letting outsiders in. The author even mentions “glasses with blue lenses,” which are definitely worn on Drubetsky’s eyes. He is in every sense Not-hero. And it was not only his character that made him this way, but also the pupil’s wounded pride.

In contrast to this cold character, Chatsky is hot. But they both went through the same test of addiction, and both are not ready for gratitude. The latter quality was clearly in short supply among the students. Pamphleteers reproached G. A. Potemkin for his ingratitude towards his old patron uncle. Which is debatable, since at the moment it is impossible to determine where the future His Serene Highness was brought up: among the Zagryazhskys, who later benefited him, or among the “forgotten” Kislovskys.

Previous dependence humiliated young people and often served as a catalyst for strong ambition, which was clearly manifested in Chatsky. Hence, it is humanly understandable for Alexander Andreevich to want to offend Famusov, to criticize his age “without mercy,” and not to agree with any of Pavel Afanasyevich’s opinions. In essence, this is the youth overcoming past authority. He can defend himself only by breaking the previous pattern. This is how people aged 14–16 argue with their parents. But at Chatsky’s age, such behavior is already childish. If it is also typical for thirty-year-olds, then we will have to admit that an entire generation was late to a responsible age.

Oh girls, I recently re-read A.S. Pushkin (The Queen of Spades), and so he writes: " Someone else's bread is bitter, says Dante, and the steps of someone else's porch are heavy."And indeed, whoever lives in a dependent position does not have an enviable lot like Lizaveta in the Queen of Spades.

The dependence of a woman in the modern world is the same as in the time of Lizaveta, only modernized.

I recently saw a phrase on a girl’s page (I don’t remember exactly what it sounds like)

It's not scary to lose a guy (meaning if the guy left you), it's scary to become dependent on him!

It’s good that modern girls are thinking about this. And they are trying to get back on their feet.

And here are the current addictions of women of all times:

1. A dependent position when you don’t have your own home, when you rent and rent, and everyone dictates conditions, prohibitions, you can’t have animals, you’re sitting on suitcases (I’m talking about myself).
2. Dependence on a man.
3. Poverty

I recently went to visit a friend who lives with her mother-in-law, they have such a relationship that I felt what the phrase means “The steps of someone else’s house are heavy”... I left them and thought, God, how good it is that I’ll now come home, where there’s no one... (my husband and daughter went for a walk). And I won’t see anyone in the kitchen, and no one will teach me how to live and control me!

And the 2nd option is also difficult - “someone else’s bread is bitter”, when you are financially dependent on your husband or live with his parents and share common bread with them (even if you earn your own bread, you still live in someone else’s monastery). Although there are examples when they live well together.

But for example, Koltsov’s poem. How accurately it conveys the mood of the oppressed poor man...

With strangers
Bitter white bread
Hop mash -
Illegible!

Free speeches -
Everything is connected;
Feelings are hot
Dying without response...

From the soul sometimes
Joy will burst forth -
Evil mockery
He'll be poisoned in no time.

And the day is bright and clear
Will become foggy;
Black sadness
The world will get dressed.

And you sit and look
Smiling;
And in your heart you curse
A bitter share!

So, I re-read the classics, the same school curriculum, as if I was looking at it with different eyes, what worldly wisdom you draw from!

Sometimes you think that nature itself puts a woman in a dependent position and this is a natural state. Ancient women were dependent on their primitive hunters, they sat in a cave and kept the hearth... and waited, waited...

In the modern world, many successful women, after the birth of a child, become dependent on their husband for some time, and then it turns out that the husband is on maternity leave!

It turns out that addiction is the fate of most of the representatives of the fair half of humanity?

For example, Leskov wrote about women’s dependent position: “Our women, complaining about their dependent position, strive to improve their lives, to their emancipation under the influence of momentary impressions, without means, without a plan, without deliberate methods, and even then more than words than in deeds."

In general, I have so many questions... how not to get addicted or how to get out of it, or have all life scenarios already been written out by society!? After all, it’s not just a matter of financial situation... although in most cases it’s still there...
“Read the classics. There are answers to all questions,” I remembered the testament of our university literature teacher...