Ivan Aleksandrovich Ilyin Singing heart. A book of quiet contemplations. Ivan Alexandrovich Ilyin. Singing Heart Preface. About reading

To the 60th anniversary of the death of the Russian thinker

Today, the name of Ivan Ilyin has begun to be mentioned often, not least due to the fact that he is now quoted by Vladimir Putin. They even began to call Ilyin “the president’s favorite philosopher.” And in connection with this, of course, Putin’s ill-wishers began to vilify, distort, shamelessly take quotes out of context, and accuse the philosopher of all possible sins, as if he were a speechwriter or presidential adviser.

Those who remember Ilyin today most often quote his prophetic judgments related to the development of Russia, its place and role in the world, spiritual quests, and relations with the West. The thinker argued that “Russia is a magnitude that no one can master, on which everyone will quarrel.” Texts written more than half a century ago now sound incredibly relevant, as if the author almost saw with his own eyes everything that will happen to us today. But since the political and philosophical judgments of the Russian thinker are repeated today and sound high level, as well as in the media and blogs, I would like to draw attention to Ilyin “lyrical”.

My acquaintance with Ilyin began with the book “The Singing Heart,” which was given to me by a kind elderly woman. “The Book of Quiet Contemplation” - this is how the author himself defined the genre. I did not immediately appreciate the gift, and for several years the book gathered dust on the shelf. But one day I quite clearly - almost mystically - felt that I wanted to read it. And indeed, almost every word I read then resonated very vividly in my mind, and since then I have been sharing these quiet contemplations with those who need consolation.

Let's try to open the book on any page.

“With what depth the eyes of a suffering person shine! It was as if the walls that had covered his spirit had parted, and the fogs that had obscured his innermost personality had cleared away... How significant, how subtle and noble are the facial features of a man who has suffered for a long time and with dignity!”

And further: “How elementary, how unattractive a smile is, if it does not at all conceal within itself at least past suffering! What educational and purifying power is inherent in spiritually meaningful suffering! For suffering awakens the spirit of man, guides it, forms and shapes it, purifies and ennobles... Spiritual differentiation, selection of the best and all kinds of improvement would be impossible on earth without suffering. Inspiration will be born from it. It strengthens perseverance, courage, self-control and strength of character. Without suffering there is neither true love nor true happiness. And whoever wants to learn freedom must overcome suffering.

A suffering person embarks on the path of purification, self-liberation and return to his native womb - whether he knows about it or not. He is drawn into the great bosom of harmony; his soul is looking for a new way of life, a new contemplation, a new synthesis, consonance in polyphony. He is looking for a path leading through catharsis to a wondrous balance, intended personally for him by the Creator. The hidden, creative wisdom of the world calls him to itself in order to take possession of it and heal it. The common people know this truth and express it with the words “visitation of God”... A person to whom suffering is sent should feel not “doomed” and not “cursed”, but “sought out”, “visited” and “called”: he is allowed suffer in order to be cleansed. And all the gospel healings testify to this with great clarity.”

It seems that this is the same book - which became the best gift. And which can teach, support and at least for a while give peace of mind. Yes, simply - to console.

In my opinion, “The Singing Heart” is quite worthy of inclusion in the school curriculum. Perhaps it even needs to be included in it. I believe that a careful reading of this book will be equally useful for everyone: both schoolchildren and teachers.

“Life rushes and rushes through us like a stream of all kinds of sensations, desires and passions; or as a multitude of all kinds of worries and activities; or like a cloud of dust, consisting of scattered and insignificant contents. In this flow, in this darkness, we lose ourselves and the meaning of our lives. We are overcome, we are possessed by isolated trifles, devoid of any higher meaning. The dust of life clogs our eyes and deprives us of true vision. We are sucked into the swamp of passions and especially vanity and greed. We absolutely must free ourselves from all this, even if only from time to time. You can't die in this swamp. You can't give in to this flow. We must have minutes and hours for free breathing and contemplation, when worries fall silent, the daily contents of life are forgotten, and we free ourselves from everything petty, too human and vulgar. Our mental powers - thoughts, desires, feelings and imagination - freed from the ordinary and insignificant, seek something different, better, turn inward and focus on what constitutes the very essence of our personality; what is most important in a person’s life; on what is sacred and luminous, which determines the very meaning of our existence. And this is the first step to prayer.”

The bright, life-affirming book “The Singing Heart” was written in 1943, during the most difficult time for humanity. Moreover, it was written in German, and subsequently the Russian version was created by the author. What’s interesting is that the heart became “singing” in the Russian version, while in the German version it was “fading.” At that time, Ilyin was in Switzerland - after the revolution he was forced to leave Russia, although this decision was very difficult for him.

He later wrote: “Do sick mothers leave their bedsides? And even with a feeling of guilt for her illness? Yes, they leave - except to get a doctor and medicine. But when they go to get medicine and a doctor, they leave someone at her bedside. And so we stayed at this headboard. We believed that everyone who did not go to the whites and who did not face direct execution should remain where they were.”

After a series of arrests and trials, Ilyin and his wife, together with large group Scientists, philosophers and writers expelled from the USSR abroad sailed from Petrograd to Stettin, to Germany. There, the philosopher was active in religious and philosophical activities, gave presentations, lectured, taught, and became a co-editor of journals. However, over time, Germany was struck by a serious illness, and Ilyin could not exist under the conditions of triumphant Nazism.

In 1934 (six months after Hitler came to power), Ilyin was removed from teaching for refusing to follow the National Socialist party program, and in 1938 the Gestapo seized all his published works and banned him from public speaking.

He was also forbidden to leave the country, but thanks to a happy coincidence, the Ilins managed to cross the border. Mine last house The philosopher found his home in the small Swiss town of Zollikon near Zurich, where he managed to settle with the help of friends and acquaintances, in particular the composer Sergei Rachmaninov.

It was here, in Switzerland, that “The Singing Heart” was created. This book was included in the triptych of philosophical and artistic prose - “I peer into life. Book of Thoughts" (in the Russian version - "Lights of Life. Book of Consolations"), "Frozen Heart. Book of Quiet Contemplations" (1943), "Looking into the Distance. Book of Reflections and Hopes” (“On the Coming Russian Culture”, 1945).

Student of Ilyin R.M. Zile wrote: “These three books represent a completely unique literary work: they are, as it were, collections of either philosophical sketches, or artistic meditations, or educational-in-depth observations on a wide variety of topics, but imbued with one single creative act of writing - “in everything.” see and show God’s ray.”

I.A. Ilyin died after frequent and prolonged illnesses on December 21, 1954, without having time to complete many of the works he had begun, and was buried in Zollikon.

The book “The Singing Heart” ends with an afterword, which I re-read every time with great inspiration.

“There is only one true “happiness” on earth - the singing of the human heart. If it sings, then a person has almost everything; almost, because he still has to take care that his heart does not become disappointed in his favorite subject and does not become silent.

The heart sings when it loves; it sings from love, which flows as a living stream from some mysterious depth and does not dry out; it does not dry up even when suffering and torment come, when misfortune befalls a person, or when death is approaching, or when the evil principle in the world celebrates victory after victory, and it seems that the power of good has dried up and that good is destined to perish. And if the heart still sings, then the person possesses true “happiness,” which, strictly speaking, deserves a different, better name. Then everything else in life is not so significant, then the sun does not set, then God’s ray does not leave the soul, then the Kingdom of God enters earthly life, and earthly life turns out to be sanctified and transformed. And this means that it has begun new life and that man has joined a new being.

Then the real singing begins; it is not exhausted and does not dry up, because it flows from ever-renewing joy. The heart sees the Divine in everything, rejoices and sings; and shines from the depths where the human personal merges with the superhuman-divine to the point of indistinguishability: for God's rays pierce man, and man becomes God's lamp. Then the heart inhales from God’s spaces and itself gives love to every being, every speck of dust of existence and even to an evil person».

Next, Ilyin talks about what should be a constant, an irreplaceable value for any person. These lines, in an era of devaluation of fundamental values, when the value of human life is worth nothing to those who break the law, can be read as if carved on tablets.

“Each of us has a heart that opens and sings at the sight of a child’s trusting, affectionate and helpless smile. And how could it be otherwise?

Each of us feels a tear welling up in the eye of our heart when we see real human kindness or hear the timid and tender singing of someone else's love.

“Each of us participates in the highest, super-earthly happiness when we obey the voice of our conscience and surrender to its flow, for this flow is already singing the jubilant melody of the overcoming and other world", says the philosopher.

And he further develops his “melodic” thought: “Our heart sings when we contemplate a true shrine in painting; when we perceive spiritual light through the melodies of earthly music and hear the voices of angels singing and prophesying.

Our heart sings at the sight of the mysteries, wonders and beauties of God's world; when we contemplate the starry sky and perceive the universe as a harmonious whole; When human history reveals to us the innermost secret of Providence and we see the procession of the Lord through centuries of trials, labor, suffering and inspiration; when we are present at the victory of a great and just cause...

Our heart always sings during integral and inspired prayer...”

But the Russian thinker’s statement is not limited to contemplation. He speaks of our effective participation in the “realism of real life” (as our other great thinker, Fyodor Dostoevsky, would say), in which and over which, as we remember, “God preserves everything.”

“And if, in addition, we are given the opportunity, to the extent of love, to participate in the events of the world and influence them, then the happiness of our life can become complete,” says Ivan Aleksandrovich Ilyin. - For, truly, we can be sure that in the development of this world nothing passes without a trace, nothing is lost or disappears - not a single word, not a single smile, not a single sigh... Whoever at least once brought the joy of the heart to another, is thereby improved the whole world; and whoever knows how to love and please people becomes an artist of life”...

And again: “Every divine moment of life, every sound of a singing heart influences world history more than those “great” economic and political events that take place in the flat and cruel plane of earthly existence and the purpose of which is often for people to understand them vulgarity and doom "...

Further, Ilyin states: “We need to see, and recognize, and be convinced that it is the divine moments of life that constitute the true substance of the world; and that a man with a singing heart is the island of God - His lighthouse, His mediator. So, on earth there is only one true happiness, and this happiness is the bliss of a loving and singing heart: for it already grows during life into the spiritual substance of the world and participates in the Kingdom of God.”

Was it possible just recently to imagine that the loving and singing heart of Ivan Ilyin would remain among us in new reality, in a new fullness, that the words of the thinker, once persecuted both by his homeland and by the demons of Nazism, will enter our heartfelt and spiritual everyday life - for the sake of Russian healing.

And that now a Russian person can venerate the thinker’s grave here: in 2005, the ashes of Ilyin and his wife were transferred to the necropolis of the Moscow Donskoy Monastery, in a row with the graves of A.I. Denikin and the Shmelevs.

In the photo: Mikhail Nesterov. “The Thinker” (portrait of the philosopher I.A. Ilyin).

Special for the Centenary

AFTERWORD

SINGING HEART

There is only one true “happiness” on earth - the singing of the human heart. If it sings, then a person has almost everything; almost, because he still has to take care that his heart does not become disappointed in his favorite subject and does not become silent.

The heart sings when it loves; it sings from love, which flows as a living stream from some mysterious depth and does not dry out; it does not dry up even when suffering and torment come, when a person suffers misfortune, or when death is approaching, or when the evil principle in the world celebrates victory after victory, and it seems that the power of good has dried up and that good is destined to perish. And if the heart still sings, then the person possesses true “happiness,” which, strictly speaking, deserves a different, better name. Then everything else in life is not so significant: then the sun does not set, then God’s ray does not leave the soul, then the Kingdom of God enters earthly life, and earthly life turns out to be sanctified and transformed. And this means that it has begun new life and that the person has joined new existence.

We have all experienced a faint glimpse of this happiness when we were completely and tenderly in love. But that was, in fact, nothing more than a reflection of it, or a faint premonition; and for many even less: only a distant hint of a premonition of a great opportunity... Of course, a whole and tenderly in love heart, as it was in Dante, Petrarch or Pushkin, feels captured, filled and, as it were, flowing over the edge; it begins to sing, and when it succeeds, its song brings light and happiness to people. But this is only possible for a gifted minority who can sincerely sing from a pure heart. Ordinary earthly love makes the heart suffer and even sick, heavy and cloudy, and often deprives it of purity, lightness and inspiration. The soul, passionately excited and intoxicated, does not sing, but sighs or groans helplessly; she becomes greedy and exclusive, demanding and blind, envious and jealous. A singing heart, on the contrary, can be kind and generous, joyful and forgiving, light, transparent and inspired. Earthly love binds and attaches, it drives the heart into the gorge of personal experiences and sets it up egoistically; A true love, on the contrary, frees the heart and takes it into the great volumes of God's world. Earthly love fades away and ends in sensual satisfaction, here it is discharged and disappointed, intoxication passes, the soul sobers up, illusions dissipate, and the heart falls silent without singing a single hymn. Often, too often, a heart in love sighs fruitlessly, sighs and beats, thirsts and groans, sheds tears and lets out cries - and does not understand its fate, does not understand that its happiness is deceptive, fleeting and meager, that it is nothing more than a reflection of real bliss . And the heart loses this glow too, without learning either singing or contemplation, without experiencing joy or love, without beginning its enlightenment and without blessing God’s world.

The heart sings not from love, but from love; and his singing flows like an endless melody, with an ever-living rhythm, in ever-new harmonies and modulations. The heart acquires this ability only when it opens up access to divine contents life and brings its depth into living connection with these non-disappointing jewels of heaven and earth.

Then the real singing begins; it is not exhausted and does not dry up, because it flows from ever-renewing joy. The heart sees the Divine in everything, rejoices and aches; and shines from that depth where the human-personal merges with the superhuman-divine to the point of indistinguishability: for God's rays pierce man, and man becomes God's lamp. Then the heart inhales love from God’s spaces and itself gives love to every creature, every speck of dust of existence, and even to an evil person. Then the sacred blood of Being flows and pulsates within him. Then the breath of God’s lips breathes in him...

Somewhere there, in the most intimate depths of the human heart, sleeps a certain spiritual eye, called to contemplation divine contents earth and sky. This mysterious eye, with all its receptivity and seeing power, must be awakened in a person in the earliest, tender childhood, so that it awakens from its original sleep, so that it opens and gazes into the God-created spaces of existence with a sacred and insatiable thirst for contemplation. This eye, once awakened and opened, is like a naked sensory, which will remain accessible throughout its entire life to everything that contains God’s fire; it perceives every spark of living perfection, rejoices in it, loves it, enters into a living connection with it and calls a person to give his personal strength to the service of God's cause.

The ancient Greeks believed that the gods had a certain sacred drink, “nectar,” and a certain divine food, “ambrosia.” And so, in the world there really is such spiritual nutrition, but it is not intended for olympian gods, but for the people themselves... And whoever feeds on it, his heart begins to sing.

Then the heart sings when contemplating nature, for everything in it glows and sparkles from these “sparks of living perfection,” like the sky on an August night. Then the heart sings from contact with people, for a spark of God lives in each of them, flaring up and fighting, calling, shining, spiritually shaping the soul and echoing with other sparks. The heart sings, perceiving mature creatures and heroic deeds human spirit- in art, in knowledge, in virtue, in politics, in law, in work and in prayer - for every such creation and every act is a living implementation by man of God's will and God's law. But most beautiful of all is the singing that flows from the human heart towards the Lord, His goodness, His wisdom and His splendor. And this singing, full of anticipation, blissful contemplation and silent, blessed awe, is the beginning of a new existence and manifestation of a new life...

Once in my childhood I saw how the earth’s dust particles played and blissed in a ray of sunshine - fluttered and swirled, disappeared and floated again, darkened in the shadows and lit up again in the sun; and I realized that the sun knows how to protect, decorate and delight every speck of dust, and my heart sang with joy...

On a warm summer day, I lay down one day in the grass and saw a hidden normal eye a world of beautiful individuals, a wonderful world of light and shadow, lively communication and joyful growth; and my heart began to sing, marveling and admiring...

For hours I could sit in Crimea near the shore of the mysterious, formidable and beautiful Black Sea and listen to the babble of its waves, the rustle of its pebbles, the call of its seagulls and the suddenly settling silence... And I tremblingly thanked God with a singing heart...

Once I had the opportunity to contemplate the love dance of a white peacock; I stood and marveled at his thin lace fan, gracefully spread out and fluttering tensely, at this combination of proud grace and loving admiration, at the playful seriousness of his light and energetic movements; I saw the purity, beauty and sinlessness of natural love - and my heart opened in joy and gratitude...

At sunrise, in a gentle glow and deep, half-asleep silence, our ship entered the Corinth Canal. Distant mountain ranges slept in the pink light; the steep banks of the canal rose like stern guards; Both people and birds were reverently silent, waiting and hoping... And suddenly the shores ahead parted, and the green-milky Adriatic waters that carried us poured into the dark blue depths of the Aegean Sea - and the sun and water greeted us with a rejoicing of light. Can I forget this happiness when my heart always responds to it with jubilant singing?..

Each of us has a heart that opens and sings at the sight of a child’s trusting, affectionate and helpless smile. And how could it be otherwise?

Each of us feels a tear welling up in the eye of our heart when we see real human kindness or hear the timid and tender singing of someone else's love.

Each of us partakes of the highest, super-earthly happiness when we obey the voice of our conscience and surrender to its flow, for this flow is already singing the jubilant melody of the completed overcoming and the other world.

Our heart sings when we bury a hero who served God’s cause on earth.

Our heart sings when we contemplate a true shrine in painting, when we perceive spiritual light through the melody of earthly music and hear the voices of singing and prophesying angels.

Our heart sings at the sight of the mysteries, wonders and beauties of God's world, when we contemplate the starry sky and perceive the universe as a harmonious whole, when human history shows us the hidden secret of Providence and we see the procession of the Lord through centuries of trials, labor, suffering and inspiration, when we are present at the victory of a great and just cause...

Our heart always sings during integral and inspired prayer...

And if we are given the opportunity, to the extent of love, to participate in the events of the world and influence them, then the happiness of our life can become complete. For truly, we can be sure that in the development of this world nothing passes without a trace, nothing is lost or disappears: not a single word, not a single smile, not a single sigh... Whoever at least once brought joy to another’s heart has thereby improved the whole world; and whoever knows how to love and please people becomes an artist of life. Every divine moment of life, every sound of a singing heart influences world history more than those “great” events of economics and politics that take place in the flat and cruel plane of earthly existence and the purpose of which is often to make people understand their vulgarity and doom...

We need to see and acknowledge and be convinced that it is the divine moments of life that constitute the true substance of the world; and that a person with a singing heart is the island of God - His lighthouse, His mediator.

So, on earth there is only one true happiness, and this happiness is the bliss of a loving and singing heart: for it already grows during life into the spiritual substance of the world and participates in the Kingdom of God.

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Philosopher, writer and publicist, supporter of the White movement and consistent critic of communist power in Russia, ideologist of the Russian All-Military Union (ROVS).

Born March 28-April 99) 1883 in Moscow into a noble aristocratic family. Ivan Ilyin’s father is Alexander Ivanovich Ilyin (1851-1921), godson of Emperor Alexander II, provincial secretary, attorney at law for the District of the Moscow Court Chamber, since 1885 - owner of the Bolshie Polyany estate in the Ryazan province; vowel of the Pronsky district zemstvo assembly.

Ivan Ilyin’s mother is a Russian German Caroline Louise Schweikert von Stadion (1858-1942), a Lutheran, the daughter of a collegiate adviser Julius Schweikert von Stadion (1805-1876), converted to Orthodoxy (in marriage - Ekaterina Yulievna Ilyina) after her wedding in 1880 in the Church of the Nativity village of Bykovo, Bronnitsky district, Moscow province.

Ilyin studied for the first five years at the Fifth Moscow Gymnasium, and for the last three years at the First Moscow Gymnasium. In 1901 he graduated from high school with a gold medal, having received a classical education, in particular, knowledge of Latin, Greek, Church Slavonic, French and German.

In 1906 he graduated from the Faculty of Law of the Imperial Moscow University and remained to work there. He also gave lectures at the Higher Women's Courses in Moscow.

In 1909 - private assistant professor of the department of history of law and encyclopedia of law.

In 1910, Ilyin was on a scientific trip to Germany and France, studying the latest trends European philosophy, including philosophy of life and phenomenology.

In 1918, he defended his dissertation on the topic “Hegel’s philosophy as a doctrine of the concreteness of God and man” and became a professor of jurisprudence. The official opponents are Professor P.I. Novgorodtsev and Professor Prince E.N. Trubetskoy.

During the years of the first Russian revolution, Ilyin was a man of rather radical views, but after 1906 he turned to a scientific career, and politically migrated towards the right wing of the Kadet Party.

In 1922, he was expelled from Russia along with other 160 philosophers, historians and economists on a ship for anti-communist activities.

From 1923 to 1934 he worked as a professor at the Russian scientific institute in Berlin, supported by the German Ministry of Foreign Affairs. After 1930, funding for RNI by the German government practically ceased, and Ilyin made money by speaking at anti-communist rallies and publishing in circles of so-called “political Protestantism” (Eckart Publishing House). From the 1920s, Ilyin became one of the main ideologists of the Russian White movement in exile, and from 1927 to 1930 he was the editor and publisher of the Russian Bell magazine.

In 1934 he was fired from his job and persecuted by the Gestapo. In 1938, he left Germany, moving to Switzerland, where he gained a foothold thanks to the initial financial support Sergei Rachmaninov. In the Zurich suburb of Zollikon, Ivan Alexandrovich continued his scientific activities until the end of his days. The books “The Singing Heart” were written here. The Book of Quiet Contemplations,” “The Path to Evidence,” and “Axioms of Religious Experience.”

In October 2005, the ashes of I. A. Ilyin and his wife were reburied in the necropolis of the Donskoy Monastery in Moscow, next to the grave of A. I. Denikin and not far from the grave of I. S. Shmelev.

Main works:

On the essence of legal consciousness

General doctrine of law and state

Hegel's philosophy as a doctrine of the concreteness of God and man

About resisting evil by force

Our tasks

Axioms of religious experience

Concepts of monarchy and republic

SINGING HEART

I.A. ILYIN
BOOK OF QUIET CONTEMPLATIONS

There is only one true “happiness” on earth - the singing of the human heart. If it sings, then a person has almost everything; almost, because he still has to take care that his mind does not become disillusioned with his favorite subject and does not forbid his heart to sing.

The heart sings when it loves; it sings from love, which flows as a living stream from some mysterious depth and does not dry out; it does not dry up even when suffering and torment come, when misfortune befalls a person, or when death is approaching, or when the evil principle in the world celebrates victory after victory and it seems that the power of good has dried up and that good is destined to perish. And if the heart still sings, then the person possesses true “happiness,” which, strictly speaking, deserves a different, better name. Then everything else in life is not so significant: then the sun does not set, then God’s ray does not leave the soul, then the Kingdom of God enters earthly life, and earthly life turns out to be sanctified and transformed. And this means that a new life has begun and that a person has joined a new existence.

We have all experienced a faint glimpse of this happiness when we were completely and tenderly in love. But that was, in fact, nothing more than a reflection of it, or a faint premonition; and for many even less: only a distant hint of a premonition of a great opportunity... Of course, a whole and tenderly in love heart, as it was in Dante, Petrarch or Pushkin, feels captured, filled and, as it were, flowing over the edge; it begins to sing, and when it succeeds, its song brings light and happiness to people. But this is only possible for a gifted minority who are able to sincerely sing from a pure heart.

Ordinary earthly love makes the heart suffer and even sick, heavy and cloudy, and often deprives it of purity, lightness and inspiration. The soul, passionately excited and intoxicated, does not sing, but sighs or groans helplessly; she becomes greedy and exclusive, demanding and blind, envious and jealous.

A singing heart, on the contrary, is kind and generous, joyful and forgiving, light, transparent and inspired.

Earthly love binds and attaches, it drives the heart into the gorge of personal experiences and sets it up egoistically; and true love, on the contrary, frees the heart and takes it into the great volumes of God’s world.

Earthly love fades away and ends in sensual satisfaction, here it is discharged and disappointed, intoxication passes, the mind sobers up, illusions dissipate and the heart falls silent without singing a single hymn. Often, too often, a heart in love sighs fruitlessly, sighs and beats, thirsts and groans, sheds tears and lets out cries - and does not understand its fate, does not understand that its happiness is deceptive, transient and meager, that it is nothing more than a reflection of real bliss . And the heart loses this glow too, without learning either singing or contemplation, without experiencing joy or love, without beginning its enlightenment and without blessing God’s world.

The heart sings not from love, but from love; and his singing flows like an endless melody, with an ever-living rhythm, in ever-new harmonies and modulations. The heart acquires this ability only when it opens itself to the divine content of life and brings its depth into living connection with these non-disappointing jewels of heaven and earth.

Then the real singing begins; it is not exhausted and does not dry up, because it flows from ever-renewing joy. The heart sees the Divine in everything, rejoices and sings; and shines from that depth where the human-personal merges with the superhuman-divine to the point of indistinguishability: for God's rays pierce man, and man becomes God's lamp. Then the heart inhales love from God’s spaces and itself gives love to every creature, every speck of dust of existence, and even to an evil person. Then the sacred blood of Being flows and pulsates within him. Then the breath of God's lips breathes in him...

Somewhere there, in the most intimate depths of the human heart, a certain spiritual eye sleeps, called to contemplate the divine contents of earth and heaven. This mysterious eye, with all its receptivity and seeing power, must be awakened in a person in the earliest, tender childhood, so that it awakens from its original sleep, so that it opens and gazes into the God-created spaces of existence with a sacred and insatiable thirst for contemplation. This eye, once awakened and opened, is like a naked sensory, which will remain accessible throughout its entire life to everything that contains God’s fire; it perceives every spark of living perfection, rejoices in it, loves it, enters into a living connection with it and calls a person to give his personal strength to the service of God's cause.

The ancient Greeks believed that the gods had a certain sacred drink, “nectar,” and a certain divine food, “ambrosia.” And so, in the world there really is such spiritual nutrition, but it is not intended for the Olympic gods, but for the people themselves... And whoever feeds on it, his heart begins to sing.

Then the heart sings when contemplating nature, for everything in it glows and sparkles from these “sparks of living perfection,” like the sky on an August night. Then the heart sings from contact with people, for in each of them lives a spark of God, flaring up, calling, shining, spiritually shaping the soul and echoing with other sparks. The heart sings, perceiving mature creatures and heroic deeds of the human spirit - in art, in knowledge, in virtue, in politics, in law, in work and in prayer - for each such creation and each act is a living implementation by man of God's will and God's law .

But most beautiful of all is the singing that flows from the human heart towards the Lord, His goodness. His wisdom and His splendor. And this singing, full of anticipation, blissful contemplation and silent, grateful awe, is the beginning of a new existence and the manifestation of a new life...

Once in my childhood I saw how the earth’s dust particles played and blissed in a ray of sunshine - fluttered and swirled, disappeared and floated out again, darkened in the shadows and lit up again in the sun; and I realized that the sun knows how to protect, decorate and delight every speck of dust, and my heart sang with joy...

On a warm summer day, I lay down one day in the grass and saw a world of beautiful individuals hidden from the ordinary eye, a wonderful world of light and shadow, lively communication and joyful growth; and my heart sang, surprised and delighted...

For hours I could sit in Crimea near the shore of the mysterious, menacing and beautiful Black Sea and listen to the babble of its waves, the rustle of its pebbles, the call of its seagulls and the suddenly settling silence... And I reverently thanked God with a singing heart...

Once I had the opportunity to contemplate the love dance of a white peacock; I stood and marveled at his thin lace fan, gracefully spread out and fluttering tensely, at this combination of proud grace and loving admiration, at the playful seriousness of his light and energetic movements; I saw the purity, beauty and sinlessness of natural love - and my heart opened in joy and gratitude...

At sunrise, in a gentle glow and deep, half-asleep silence, our ship entered the Corinth Canal. Distant mountain ranges slept in the pink light; the steep banks of the canal rose like stern guards; Both people and birds were reverently silent, waiting and hoping... And suddenly the shores ahead parted and the green-milky Adriatic waters that carried us poured into the dark blue depths of the Aegean Sea - and the sun and water greeted us with a rejoicing of light. Can I forget this happiness when my heart always responds to it with jubilant singing?

Each of us has a heart that opens and sings at the sight of a child’s trusting, affectionate and helpless smile. And how could it be otherwise?

Each of us feels a tear welling up in the eye of our heart when we see real human kindness or hear the timid and gentle singing of someone else’s heart.

Our heart sings when we contemplate a true shrine in painting; when we perceive spiritual light through the melody of earthly music and hear the voices of singing and prophesying angels and daimons.

Our heart sings at the sight of the secrets, wonders and beauties of our world; when we contemplate the starry sky and perceive the Universe as a harmonious totality; when human history reveals to us the hidden secret of Providence and we see the procession of the Lord through centuries of trials, labor, suffering and inspiration; when we are present at the victory of a great and just cause...

Our heart always sings during integral and inspired prayer...

And if, in addition, we are given the opportunity, to the extent of love, to participate in the events of the world and influence them, then the happiness of our life can become complete. For truly we can be sure that in the development of this world nothing passes without a trace, nothing is lost or disappears: not a single word, not a single smile, not a single sigh... Whoever at least once brought joy to another’s heart has thereby improved the whole world; and whoever knows how to love and please people becomes an artist of life. Every divine moment of life, every sound of a singing heart influences world history more than those “great” events, economies and policies that take place in the flat and cruel plane of earthly existence and the purpose of which is often to make people understand their vulgarity and doom ...

We need to see and recognize and be convinced that it is the divine moments of life that constitute the true substance of the world; and that a man with a singing heart is the island of God - His lighthouse. His intermediary.

So, on Earth there is only one true happiness, and this happiness is the bliss of a loving and singing heart: for it already grows during life into the spiritual substance of the world and participates in the Kingdom of God.

PREFACE ABOUT READING

Every writer worries about how they will be read? Will they understand? Will they see what he wanted to prove? Will they feel what his heart loved? And who will be his reader? So much depends on this... And above all, will he have the desired, spiritual meeting with those distant but close ones for whom he secretly wrote his book?
The fact is that not all readers master the art of reading: the eyes run over the letters, “some word always comes out of the letters” (Gogol) and every word “means” something; words and their meanings are connected with each other, and the reader imagines something - “second-hand”, vague, sometimes incomprehensible, sometimes pleasantly fleeting, which is quickly carried away into the forgotten past... And this is called “reading”. A mechanism without a spirit. Irresponsible fun. "Innocent" fun. But in reality it is a culture of superficiality and a stream of vulgarity.
No writer desires such “reading” for himself. We all fear such “readers.” For real reading happens completely differently and has a completely different meaning...
How did what you wrote come into being, how did it mature?
Someone lived, loved, suffered and enjoyed; observed, thought, wished, hoped and despaired. And he wanted to tell us about something that for everyone It is important for us that we need to spiritually see, feel, think through and assimilate. That means something significant about something important and precious. And so he began to look for the right images, clear and deep thoughts and precise words. It was not easy, it was not always possible and not immediately. A responsible writer nurtures his book for a long time: for years, sometimes for his whole life; does not part with her either day or night; gives her his best strength, his inspired hours; “sick” with its theme and “healed” by writing. He searches at once for truth, and beauty, and “precision” (in Pushkin’s words), and the right style, and the right rhythm, and all in order to tell, without distorting, the vision of his heart... And finally, the work is ready. Last viewing with a stern, watchful eye; the last corrections - and the book breaks away and goes to the reader, unknown, distant, maybe frivolous and capricious, maybe hostile and picky... It leaves - without him, without the author. He turns himself off and leaves the reader “alone” with his book.
And so we, the readers, take on this book. Before us is an accumulation of feelings, comprehensions, ideas, images, volitional discharges, instructions, calls, evidence, a whole building of the spirit, which is given to us in secret, as if using a code. It is hidden behind these black dead hooks, behind these well-known, faded words, behind these publicly available images, behind these abstract concepts. Life, brightness, strength, meaning, spirit - must be obtained from them the reader himself. He must recreate in himself what the author created; and if he doesn’t know how, doesn’t want and won’t do it, then for him no one will do this: his “reading” will be in vain and the book will pass by him. People usually think that reading is accessible to anyone who is literate... But, unfortunately, this is not the case at all. Why?
Because a real reader gives the book his free attention, all his spiritual abilities and his ability to evoke in himself that correct spiritual attitude that is necessary for understanding this books. Real reading is not a matter of running printed words through the mind; it requires concentrated attention and a strong desire to truly hear the author's voice. Reason alone and empty imagination are not enough for reading. Necessary feel with the heart and contemplate from the heart. You must experience passion - with a passionate feeling; one must survive drama and tragedy with a living will; in a tender lyrical poem one must listen to all the sighs, tremble with all the tenderness, look into all the depths and distances; and a great idea may require no more and no less than total person.
This means that the reader is called upon to faithfully reproduce within himself the emotional and spiritual act of the writer, to live by this act and trustingly surrender to it. Only under this condition will the desired meeting between both take place and the reader will discover what is important and significant about what the writer was worried about and what he worked on. True reading is a kind of artistic clairvoyance, which is called and capable of faithfully and fully reproducing the spiritual visions of another person, living in them, enjoying them and being enriched by them. The art of reading conquers loneliness, separation, distance and era. This is the power of the spirit - to revive letters, reveal the perspective of images and meaning behind words, fill the internal “spaces” of the soul, contemplate the intangible, identify with unknown or even dead people and, together with the author, artistically and mentally comprehend the essence of the God-created world.
Reading means search and find: for the reader, as it were, is looking for a spiritual treasure hidden by the writer, wanting to find it in its entirety and appropriate it for himself. It's there creative process, because to reproduce means to create. This is a struggle for a spiritual meeting: this is free association with the one who first acquired and buried the sought-after treasure. And to those who have never achieved this or experienced this, it will always seem that the “impossible” is being demanded of him.
The art of reading must be acquired and developed in oneself. Reading must be in-depth; it must become creative and contemplative. And only then will its spiritual value and its soul-forming power be revealed to us all. Then we will understand what should be read and what should not be read, for there is reading that deepens a person’s soul and builds his character, and there is reading that corrupts and weakens.
By reading you can recognize and identify a person. For each of us is something What he reads; and every man is how he reads; and we all become imperceptibly what we read from what we read - like a bouquet of flowers we collected in reading...
The book for which I am writing this preface is born in the heart, written from the heart and speaks of heartfelt singing. Therefore, it cannot be understood in a heartless reading. But I believe that it will find its readers who will understand it correctly and see that it was written for Russians about Russia.

I. FIRST RAYS

1. WITHOUT LOVE (From a letter to my son)

So, you think you can live without love: with a strong will, a good purpose, justice and an angry fight against pests? You write to me: “It’s better not to talk about love: it No in people. It’s better not to call for love: who will awaken it in hard hearts?
My dear! You are both right and wrong. Please gather your impatient patience and delve into my thought.
It is forbidden a person can live without love, because it she herself awakens in it and takes possession of it. And this is given to us from God and from nature. We are not allowed to arbitrarily dispose of our inner world, remove some spiritual forces, replace them with others and implant new ones that are not characteristic of us. You can educate yourself, but you cannot break yourself and rebuild yourself at your own discretion. Look how a person's life goes. The child applies himself to his mother with needs, expectations, hope, pleasure, consolation, reassurance and gratitude; and when all this adds up to the first and most tender love, then this determines his personal fate. The child looks for his father, expects greetings, help, protection and guidance from him, enjoys his love and loves him in return; he is proud of him, imitates him and senses his blood in himself. This voice of blood speaks within him throughout his life, connecting him with his brothers and sisters, and with all his kinship. And when he later lights up with adult love for “her” (or, accordingly, she for “him”), then the task is to turn this “urge of nature” into a genuine “visit of God” and accept it as his destiny. And isn't it natural for him to love? their children with the love that he expected from his parents in his childhood dreams?.. How can one do without love? What to replace it with? How to fill the terrible void created by its absence?
It is forbidden the main choosing force in life. Life is like a huge, endless stream in all directions that falls on us and carries us with it. Can't live everyone, what it carries: you cannot give yourself over to this swirling chaos of contents. Whoever tries to do this will waste and destroy himself: nothing will come of him, for he will perish in all confusion. Necessary choose: to give up a lot for the sake of relatively little; This little must be attracted, protected, appreciated, saved, grown and improved. And this is how you build your personality. There is a choosing force Love: it is she who “prefers,” “accepts,” “cleaves,” values, cherishes, pursues, and is faithful. And will is only an instrument of love in this life's work. Will without love is empty, callous, harsh, violent and, most importantly, indifferent to good and evil. She will quickly turn life around into hard labor discipline under the command of vicious people. There is already in the world a whole series organizations built on such principles. May the Lord protect us from them and from their influence... No, we cannot live without love: it is a great gift - see the best, choose it and live by it. It is the necessary and precious ability to say yes, to accept, and to engage in selfless service. How terrible is the life of a person deprived of this gift! What a desert, what vulgarity his life is turning into!
It is forbidden a person can live without love and because it exists the main creative force of man.
After all, human creativity does not arise in emptiness and does not proceed in an arbitrary combination of elements, as many superficial people now think. No, you can only create having accepted the God-created world, entering it, growing into its wonderful structure and merging with its mysterious paths and patterns. And for this we need all the power of love, all the gift of artistic transformation given to man. Man does not create out of emptiness: he creates from what has already been created, from existing, creating something new within the limits of the nature given to it - externally material and internally spiritual. A creative person must heed the depth of the world and sing from it himself. He must learn contemplate with the heart to see with love, to leave one’s small personal shell into the bright spaces of God, to find in them Great – related – co-belonging, feel into it and create new from the ancient and unprecedented from the eternal. This is the case in all the main spheres of human creativity: in all arts and science, in prayer and in legal life, in human communication and in all culture. Culture without love is a dead, doomed and hopeless cause. And everything great and brilliant that was created by man was created from contemplating and singing heart.
It is forbidden a person can live without love because the most important and precious thing in his life is revealed to his heart. Only contemplative love reveals to us someone else's soul for faithful, heartfelt communication, for mutual understanding, for friendship, for marriage, for raising children. All this is inaccessible to heartless people. Only contemplative love reveals to a person his homeland that is, his spiritual connection with his native people, his national identity, his mental and spiritual womb on earth. Having a homeland is happiness, but you can have it only through love. It is no coincidence that people of hatred, modern revolutionaries, turn out to be internationalists: dead in love, they are deprived of a homeland. Only contemplative love gives a person access to religiosity and to God. Do not be surprised, my dear, at the unbelief and lack of faith of the Western peoples: they accepted from the Roman Church an incorrect religious act, beginning with the will and ending with rational thought, and, having accepted it, they neglected the heart and lost its contemplation. This predetermined the religious crisis that they are now experiencing.
You dream of a strong will. This is good and necessary. But it is terrible and destructive if it does not grow from a contemplating heart. You want to serve a good purpose. This is true and excellent. But how will you see your goal if not through heartfelt contemplation? How will you recognize her if not by the conscience of your heart? How can you be faithful to her if not with love? You want justice, and we should all seek it. But it requires from us artistic individualization in the perception of people, and only love is capable of this. Angry pest control is necessary and failure to do so can make a person a sentimental traitor. But this anger must be born of love he must be himself its embodiment in order to find justification and measure in it...
That's why I said you are "both right and wrong."
And one more thing: I understand your sentence “it’s better not to talk about love.” This is true: you have to live it and not talk about her. But look: open and insane propaganda of hatred has been heard in the world; A persistent and cruel persecution of love arose in the world - a campaign against family, denial of the homeland, suppression of faith and religion. The practical heartlessness of some culminated in the outright preaching of hatred by others. Callousness has found its apologists. Anger has become a doctrine. And this means that the time has come talk about love and stand up for her.
Yes, there is little love in people. They excluded it from their cultural act: from science, from faith, from art, from ethics, from politics and from education. And as a result of this, modern humanity has entered into a spiritual crisis, unprecedented in its depth and scope. Seeing this, understanding this, it is natural for us to ask ourselves: who will awaken love in hard hearts if it is not awakened by the life and word of Christ, the Son of God? How can we take on this with our small human strength?
But this doubt will soon disappear if we listen to the voice of our heartfelt contemplation, which assures us that Christ is both in us and with us...
No, my dear! We cannot live without love. Without her we doomed with all our culture. In it is our hope and our salvation. And how impatiently I will now wait for your letter confirming this.

2. ABOUT JUSTICE

Since time immemorial, people have been talking and writing about justice: perhaps even since they began to speak and write at all... But the question, apparently, has not been resolved - what is justice and how to implement it in life? It is difficult for people to agree on this matter, because they feel vital practical significance this question, they foresee unfavorable consequences for themselves and therefore they argue as if they were interested, restless and suspicious: look, you “agree” “on your own head” - and then what?
Each of us desires justice and demands to be treated fairly; everyone complains about all sorts of injustices inflicted on himself, and begins to interpret justice in such a way that it comes out a clear injustice in his favor. At the same time, he is convinced that his interpretation is correct and that he treats others “absolutely fairly,” but does not want to notice that everyone is indignant at his
“justice” and feel oppressed and left out. The poorer, cramped and more violent people's lives are, the more acutely they experience all this and the more difficult it is for them to come to an agreement and agree with each other. As a result, it turns out that there are as many “justices” as there are dissatisfied people and it is impossible to find a single, real Justice. But, strictly speaking, that’s the only thing worth talking about.
This means that interests and passions distort the great question, the mind does not find the right solution and everything is overgrown with bad and cunning prejudices. From prejudices arise false teachings; they lead to violence and revolution, and revolutions bring only suffering and blood in order to disappoint and sober up people stunned by their passions. Thus whole generations of people live in prejudice and languish in disappointment; and sometimes it happens that the very word “justice” is met with an ironic smile and mockery.
However, all this does not compromise or shake the old, noble idea of ​​justice, and we must still oppose it to all unscrupulous exploitation, all class struggle and all revolutionary equalization. We can be firmly confident that the future belongs to her. And the whole point is to correctly comprehend its essence.
The French Revolution of the eighteenth century proclaimed and spread the harmful prejudice that people are by birth or nature “equal” and that, as a result, all people should be treated “equally”... This prejudice natural equality is the main obstacle to solving our main problem. For the essence of justice consists precisely in treating different people differently.
If people were truly equal, that is, identical in body, soul and spirit, then life would be terribly simple and finding justice would be extremely easy. One would only have to say: “the same people get the same share” or “everyone gets the same share” - and the issue would be resolved. Then justice could be found arithmetically and carried out mechanically; and everyone would be happy, because people would really be like equal atoms, like balls mechanically rolling from place to place, indistinguishably identical both internally and externally. What could be more naive, simpler and more vulgar than this theory? What kind of superficiality - or even outright blindness - leads people to such dead and harmful views? 150 years have passed since the French Revolution. One would hope that this blind materialistic prejudice has long since outlived its usefulness. And suddenly he appears again, wins blind hearts, triumphs in victory and brings down an avalanche of misfortune on people...
In fact People unequal from nature and not the same neither body, nor soul, nor spirit. They will be born as creatures of different sexes; they are naturally of unequal age, unequal strength and different health; they are given different abilities and inclinations, different attractions, gifts and desires; they are so different from each other physically and mentally that it is generally impossible to find two identical people in the world. Born from different parents, different blood and heredity, in different countries raised, brought up differently, accustomed to different climates, unequally educated, with different habits and talents - people create differently and create unequal and unequal things. They are also spiritually different: they all have different minds, different kindnesses, different tastes; each with his own views and his own special sense of justice. In a word, they are different in everyone relationships. And justice requires that they be treated according to their individual characteristics, without equalizing unequals or giving people undue advantages. You can't put the same pressure on them responsibilities: the elderly, the sick, women and children are not subject to military service. You can't give them the same rights: children, madmen and criminals do not participate in political votes. It is forbidden collect from everyone the same: there are minors and the insane, less is exacted from them; there are those called to power, they must be exacted more strictly, etc. And so, whoever puts aside prejudices and looks at life impartially will soon be convinced that people unequal by nature unequal according to his strength and ability, unequal and in my own way social status; So what justice cannot require equal treatment of different people; on the contrary, she demands inequalities for unequals, But such inequality which corresponded would be the actual inequality of people.
This is where the main difficulty of the question is revealed. There are an infinite number of people; they are all different. How can we ensure that everyone receives in life according to their individuality? How to keep up with all these countless idiosyncrasies? How to “give to each his due” (according to the formula of Roman jurisprudence)? They Not are the same; This means that they must not be treated equally - according to their uniqueness... Otherwise injustice will arise...
So, justice does not require equality at all. She demands subject-based inequality. The child must be protected and protected; this gives him a whole range fair privileges. The weak must be spared. For the tired, indulgence is due. The weak-willed need more severity. The honest and sincere should be given more trust. You need to be careful with a talkative person. It is fair to demand more from a gifted person. A hero is entitled to honors that a non-hero should not claim. And so - in everything and always...
Therefore there is justice the art of inequality. It is based on attention to human individuality and differences in life. But it is also based living conscience and living love to a person. There is a special gift of justice which is not common to all people. This gift presupposes in a person kind, loving heart, which does not want to increase the number of offended, suffering and bitter people on earth. This gift presupposes a still alive observation, heightened sensitivity to human uniqueness, and the ability to empathize with others. Fair people They reject the mechanical interpretation of people based on abstract characteristics. They are contemplative and intuitive. They want to consider each person individually and comprehend the hidden depth of his soul...
That's why justice is the beginning artistic: she contemplates life with her heart, grasps the uniqueness of each person, tries to evaluate him correctly and treat him substantively. She is “attentive”, “careful”, “social”; she maintains a sense of proportion; she is inclined to compassion, to delicate condescension and forgiveness. It has a lot in common with “tact.” It is closely related to a sense of responsibility. She by her very essence loving: it is born from the heart and is a living manifestation of love.
It is madness to seek justice based on hatred, because hatred is envious, it does not lead to justice, but to universal equality. It is madness to seek justice in revolution, because revolution breathes hatred and revenge, it is blind, it is destructive; she is the enemy of just inequality; she does not honor “higher abilities” (Dostoevsky). And justice in itself is one of the highest abilities of man, and its calling is to recognize and cherish higher abilities...
People will exercise justice in life when All or at least many will become her living artists and learn the art of subject inequality. And then a just system will come down not to the mechanics of just institutions, but to organic intuitive finding of objective judgments and objective treatments for the continuous vital flow of human idiosyncrasies. Justice is not a bird that needs to be caught and locked in a cage. Justice is not an abstract rule for all cases and for all people, for such a rule equalizes and not "objectifies"(from the word “object”) life. Justice should not be imagined in terms of “once for all”, “for all people”, “everywhere”. Because she is exactly Not"once for all" and a live stream of individual retreats. It is not “for all people”, but for everyone in particular. She is not “everywhere”, but lives exceptions.
Justice cannot be found in any form general rules, nor in the form of government agencies. It is not a “system”, but life. It needs to be imagined as a flow of living and objective love for people. Only such love can solve the problem: it will create justice in life, create more and more new things in people’s lives and relationships subject inequality.
This is why the most important thing in life is not "found once and for all" justice: it is an illusion, a chimera, a harmful and stupid utopia. What matters most in life a living heart that sincerely desires creative justice; and one more thing - general confidence that people are truly sincere they want creative justice and honestly seek it. And if this There is, then people will easily put up with the inevitable injustices of life - conditional, temporary or accidental, and will willingly cover them sacrificial mood. For everyone will know what awaits him ahead true, i.e. artistic-love justice.

3. HIS HATE

How painful, almost unbearable this feeling is that “he hates me”... What a feeling of one’s own powerlessness takes over the soul... I want not to think about it; and sometimes it works. But, without even thinking, you feel through the spiritual ether this current, this current of someone else’s disgust, contempt and malice. And you don’t know what to start; and you can’t completely forget; and you carry this curse on yourself through life.
Every person - whether he knows it or not - is a living, radiating personal center. Every look, every word, every smile, every action radiates into the general spiritual ether of existence a special energy of warmth and light, which wants to act in it, wants to be perceived, admitted into other people’s souls and recognized by them, wants to call them to a response and engage with them a living stream of positive, creative communication. And even when a person, apparently, does not manifest himself in anything or is simply absent, we feel the rays he sends, and, moreover, the stronger, the more definite and intense, the more significant and unique his spiritual personality is.