(344 words) Today, many of us have spoiled ourselves. Food is more expensive, clothes are more elaborate, rest to the south - it is not clear: what else is there to want? It was much easier for our ancestors to decide on priorities. People only wanted to survive. “Dad, why have you been looking for me for so long?” Vanya asks the protagonist of “The Fate of a Man,” Andrei Sokolov, when he picks up a little boy near a tea room. I was looking for a long time, because he was not his son at all. But a man of that age simply could not afford to leave an orphan to die on the street, although he himself was a beggar.
Sokolov went through the war, saw captivity and death, betrayal and death of his own son on May 9 - the brave Russian guy did not live a few hours before the Victory. The wife and daughters were killed, a funnel from an exploding shell remained from a small house in Voronezh. The soldier served his service and was left with nothing, even though he fought without a doubt, without fear, without complaints. Now no one needs, no one left. A friend of the war years sheltered - everyone has broken families, common grief for all. What is a tragedy now? Lose the apartment, probably - all hard-earned square meters mourn. And not so long ago, people lost all their lives, all their lives! Everything was lost in the greedy mouth of war. Saying goodbye to everything and everyone that is expensive, Sokolov still does not know that he, full of hardships and losses, will have to find and find for someone even more lonely creature. A nimble foundling boy is another small life, doomed to be lost in the post-war whirlwind of broken destinies, but still not lost.
Where is your father, Vanya? ” Whispers: "Killed at the front." - “And mom?” “Mom killed with a bomb on the train when we rode.” “Where did you go from?” - “I don’t know, I don’t remember ...” - “And you have no relatives here?” “No one.”
We found each other two shards, two lost fates. Neither the experienced Sokolov nor the little Vanya has anyone. And the thing is not only that they became a family of an elderly soldier and a drawless foundry. Every family has lost the most precious, and now there are no strangers. Such Sokolovs returned to empty houses, and now the house is everywhere and nowhere. And Sholokhov did not write about Andrei at all: in May 1945, the whole country became the Sokolovs, and all were found to each other.
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