The world is not without good people. How to understand the meaning of the proverb? The tramp gave the last money to the student


“The world has become smaller,” some will say. “People have become cruel,” others will confirm. And only a third will object: “Russia is not without good people" One cannot but agree with the last expression after reading the stories of these five individuals.

Fedor Mikhailovich Rtishchev



Nobleman Fedor Mikhailovich Rtishchev During his lifetime, he received the nickname “gracious husband”, and his name was recorded in the synodics (memorial books) of countless monasteries and churches in gratitude for his activities and financial investments.

Fyodor Rtishchev was a friend and ally of Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich. During his life, he built many schools, shelters for the poor, hospitals, and became the founder of St. Andrew's Monastery. This man, seeing a drunk lying on the pavement, could easily pick him up and take him to a shelter. During the Russian-Polish War, Rtishchev achieved success in peace negotiations with representatives of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. During the battles, Fyodor Mikhailovich carried both his own and the enemy from the battlefield. He hired doctors with his own money and bought food for the wounded and prisoners.



Most of all, his contemporaries remembered the incident when in 1671, during a severe famine in Vologda, Rtishchev sent there 200 measures of bread, 100 gold and 900 silver rubles. These donations were proceeds from the sale of part of the nobleman's property. When Fyodor Mikhailovich found out that the residents of Arzamas were in desperate need of land, he simply donated his possessions to the city. When Rtishchev died, his “life” appeared in monasteries. This was practically the only case when the righteous life was described, not of a monk, but of a layman.

Anna Adler



Anna Alexandrovna Adler dedicated her entire life to helping children with disabilities. In the 19th century, activities charitable foundations was mainly aimed at satisfying only the physical needs of disabled people for food and shelter. They were deprived of the opportunity to realize themselves in society.

Anna Adler herself was involved in educating the blind in order to prove to others that they could study and earn their living just like everyone else. This woman mastered the Braille system, found funds to purchase a printing press in Germany and began creating teaching aids for the blind. In addition to teaching literacy, in schools for the blind, under the patronage of Anna Adler, boys were taught to weave baskets and rugs, and girls were taught to knit and sew. Over time, Anna Alexandrovna translated the notes into a form understandable for the blind, so that they could learn to play musical instruments. The first graduates of the school for the blind in Moscow and St. Petersburg, with the active assistance of Anna Adler, were able to find work. This woman managed to break the established stereotypes about the incapacity of the blind.

Nikolay Pirogov



Nikolai Ivanovich Pirogov became famous as a brilliant surgeon, naturalist, and teacher. Already at the age of 26 he was appointed professor at the University of Dorpat. Pirogov devoted his entire life to saving people. The soldiers called him a wizard who performed miracles right on the battlefield.

Nikolai Ivanovich was the first to distribute the wounded on the battlefield, immediately deciding who would be sent to the hospital first and who would get off lightly. This practice has made it possible to significantly reduce the amputation of limbs and the mortality rate of soldiers. During operations, Pirogov was the first in Russia to use anesthesia, thereby relieving the wounded of excruciating pain.

In addition to performing his direct duties, Nikolai Pirogov carefully ensured that warm blankets and food were delivered to the soldiers. When, after the end of the Crimean War, Nikolai Ivanovich had an audience with Emperor Alexander II, he began to talk in his heart about the backwardness of the Russian army and its weapons. After this conversation, Pirogov was sent from the capital to serve in Odessa, which can be regarded as a manifestation of the sovereign’s disfavor.



Pirogov did not despair and directed all his energy to pedagogical activity. The scientist zealously opposed class education and the use of corporal punishment. “Being a human being is what education should lead to,” this is exactly what Pirogov believed. Unfortunately, Pirogov met with decisive rebuff from officials. All students spoke of him as a brilliant teacher who cared not only about their education, but about instilling high moral qualities.

Sergey Skirmunt



In the second half of the 19th century there lived a certain Sergey Apollonovich Skirmunt. He was serving as an army second lieutenant when a fortune fell on him. From a deceased distant relative, the 30-year-old officer received 2.5 million rubles, land and farmsteads. But, unlike many people who suddenly became rich, Skirmunt did not go to great lengths.

He donated part of the money to charity. On his Crimean estate, the newly-minted landowner decided to improve the living conditions of the peasants. New houses were built to replace the dilapidated shacks. A hospital and a school also appeared there. Needless to say, the residents of the estate prayed daily for the health of the landowner.

Vladimir Odoevsky



Noble origins of the writer and philosopher Vladimir Odoevsky did not prevent him from showing sincere participation in the destinies of people of the lower classes. The prince actively advocated the abolition of serfdom.

Odoevsky organized the Society for Visiting the Poor, which provided assistance to 15 thousand poor families. Those in need or the elderly could turn to the society and receive medical care. Prince Odoevsky was called a “strange scientist” whose main quality was virtue.

Vladimir Odoevsky defended the interests of families

A lonely 71-year-old man lived in a crumbling shack in one of the districts of Bucharest. The house was very bad, leaking, falling apart and had no amenities. But the old man refused to leave this place, because it was here that he lived with his wife, who had already died for many years by that time. One day a guy told the old man’s story on his Facebook page, and this is what happened then...

The old man's name is Ion Negrila. This is an ordinary pensioner, very proud and at the same time very lonely. For many years after the death of his wife, he grieved without even trying to somehow improve his life. He became unsociable, spoke little with his neighbors, and the area in which his home is located cannot be called the friendliest: thefts and crimes often occur here.

City authorities more than once offered Jonah to move to another house or even to a nursing home with full board, but for the old man this was unthinkable. He flatly refused to leave his home.

It was in this house that his wife died in a fire in 2006. This plunged Jonah into depression, and as a result, his family and former colleagues stopped communicating with him. In his youth, Ion was cheerful, cheerful and always helped other people in any way he could. But in his old age he was left completely alone.

Ion came to terms with his situation; he no longer wanted to change anything. Social services constantly sent inspectors to him, who documented that his house was completely uninhabitable, and the old man’s health was also at risk. Ion simply closed the door in front of the inspectors and did not want to hear anything about the move.


After seeing Ion's story on Facebook one day, several young people decided to solve this problem in their own way. It was truly impossible to live in that house - there were no windows, the walls were crumbling, and the ceiling sagged and leaked desperately. In Romania, winter temperatures can reach -20C, so leaving an old man alone with his grief, loneliness and problems would be wrong. The guys thought that since he didn't want to leave his house, why not force him to move, but instead make a new house right next to the old one.

The guys themselves didn’t earn much, but they knew how to get the most out of even a small amount. They asked anyone online who wanted to help to donate money, and eventually raised a thousand euros.


With their own efforts, the guys cleared a place next to Ion’s old shack, cut down the stumps, and leveled the ground. They then bought an old container that was still in good condition. They replaced the doors and windows, painted the walls and ceiling inside, laid the floor, insulated it, installed electricity, heating, water inside, made/bought furniture, and tried to make the new house as comfortable as possible. Other caring people also got involved in the work, so everything was done quite quickly.

When Ion realized that the guys were really going to make a home for him, and that these were not just words in the wind, he was amazed. He has long been unaccustomed to the kindness and attention of others. When the old man entered his new home, he was so moved that he didn’t even know how to react. For the first time in a long time he could touch warm batteries, sleep on clean, dry linen and do not bundle up from the cold and wind.

A month later, just in time for Catholic Christmas, the guys returned to Ion again, this time to make him a fence. All funds for this were raised thanks to donations, and the guys worked independently. They were happy to see that Ion was using the house, that he had completely changed his lifestyle: now his house is always clean, he has food at home, he invites guests to his home, and in general he has become much more social.

“He smiles a lot now, much more than before. In fact, no one had ever seen a smile on his face before,” says one of the guys. “We are making this video to inspire other people to do similar things.”

And here is the video itself, which the guys made to inspire other people to do similar things:

And be sure to watch the second part of this story, which shows how the same guys saw Jonah just a month later, when they came to him to install a fence. How much the old man has changed!

Recently, a meeting on questions and answers on spiritual topics was held in our city, organized by the guys from the ALLATRA IPM. Since this topic and this movement are close to me, I gladly took part in the meeting itself and helped in its organization. To say that I learned a lot of useful things is to say nothing. The knowledge and invaluable experience that I gained at the meeting inspired me to work even harder on myself. The desire for the Spiritual world, the desire to do good, create, and be a conductor of God’s will, strengthened in me. Although, in fact, nothing new seemed to be said, the information received nevertheless made me think.

Inspired by the message of sharing stories about good deeds that people from other cities do, I decided to write this article. And we will talk about good people whose existence we do not suspect. Or rather, we are familiar with them, but we don’t even know what their inner world is like, how they live, what inspires them. We don’t even know that they are doing these very good deeds.

Recently I was invited to visit by neighbors with whom we have been communicating for a long time. The fact that the neighbor, a young man - well-mannered, decent, clever man, loving justice and order, I always knew. He is constantly doing something to improve his apartment and our entrance. We need to take an example from such people, unite and do good deeds together.

In a conversation, he and his wife told me about how they ended up with their child in a regional children's hospital, telling about all the “delights” of staying there: the poor conditions in which children are treated and how many children there are in need of medicines, without which they cannot survive. would have lived a day on food in normal hospital conditions. But the children either do not have parents, or their parents do not have the opportunity to provide them with such conditions.

This was not news for me, I understand perfectly well that we have an imperfect healthcare system, that there are a lot of problems in it, that the technical condition of the premises leaves much to be desired. But I was pleasantly surprised that the guys (neighbors, young married couple) became imbued with these problems and began to help children in need. They do not live in excess: an ordinary average family with an average income, but this does not prevent them from finding free time and money to come to the intensive care unit, ask the doctor if there are children in need of help, go to the pharmacy, store and buy necessary, even if only for a couple of days. With what interest and kindness, on the one hand, and regret that such a phenomenon exists in our society, they told all this... After all, how much money is donated to all sorts of dubious funds, but you could just come to the hospital, orphanage and bring medicine, food, clothes, toys to children who do not have parents.

I can’t convey the state I was left with after that conversation. I immediately wanted to support this initiative. I started to think, how can I be useful? It was also nice that in our society there are such caring people who are ready not with words, not with money, but with real deeds to help completely strangers, unfamiliar children, although, as we know, there are no strangers’ children! It was nice to realize that people had revealed a completely different side to me, which I had not even suspected, even though we see them almost every day. I am glad that there are more and more such people, at least in my surroundings, and this cannot but please me. Such examples are inspiring. The good news is that people are not proud of what they do, but modestly help to the best of their ability.

Once again I am convinced of the truth of the phrase: “The world is not without good people.” And, fortunately, there are quite a few such people. We are all one, and each of us has a need to do something good just like that, not for fame or money. If we begin to listen to these inner messages more often and act, our society will soon undergo a qualitative transformation and we will begin to live in unity, Peace and harmony.

Let's unite and do good, because it's so wonderful!

Ivan Mikhailovich Shevtsov

The world is not without good people

A number of burning problems and questions that the writer raised in his books twenty years ago have not lost their burning relevance today. In particular - alcoholism, getting people drunk.

CHAPTER FIRST

A person wants so much good luck, especially at nineteen years old. Getting an A in history, getting a movie ticket to see a new Italian film that children under 16 are not allowed to watch - isn't that lucky! But for some reason life is structured in such a way that successes alternate with failures every now and then, and stormy joys and delights are often replaced by bitter disappointments and sorrows.

And who came up with the idea of ​​failure? Why haven’t they yet invented a strong and reliable remedy against them? And what can you do when you so want success, nothing but success!

Many people, even those who are far from superstitious, have, in addition to the general, so to speak widespread, signs, their own signs of success and failure. Vera Titova also had them.

Vera was blithely happy when people crossed her road with full buckets, and she hurried to cross to the other side of the street if a person with an empty bucket walked towards her. It was a “general” sign, everyone knew it. And there was another sign, only hers, Verina’s, that no one suspected or guessed about. Vera always tried to be the first to get off the trolleybus or the metro car, the first to step on the escalator stairs. The main thing is first, it’s good luck.

Trolleybus number two, which Vera was riding on today, was overcrowded. The windows open on both sides provided little relief from the unbearable stuffiness. Vera energetically made her way to the exit through the dense, unyielding crowd; today she definitely had to go out first, first at all costs. Today her fate was decided. To be Vera Titova a film actress or not to be - the lists of accepted first-year students will say so.

Vera’s stepfather Konstantin Lvovich Balashov believed that it was he who discovered Vera for cinema. He, the sculptor Balashov, introduced his adopted daughter to his friend, film director Evgeny Borisovich Ozerov. Evgeny Borisovich, in the presence of Vera’s mother Olga Efremovna and Konstantin Lvovich, authoritatively stated that Vera is a rare talent and that she was born for cinema.

“Your duty, my friends,” said the excited and pink-faced film director from drinking vodka, “is to do everything, absolutely everything for the future of this young talent.

Evgeny Borisovich’s sparkling eyes focused on the embarrassed and completely bewildered Vera and became thoughtful. His gaze, long, at first coldly thoughtful, gradually warmed, softened, turned into a light patronizing smile, in which the director’s eyes narrowed slightly, his right eyebrow rose slightly, and his thick lips moved slightly. This look made an impression on Vera, gave Olga Efremovna good hope, and Konstantin Lvovich, who was no more interested in his friend’s gaze than he is interested in the full moon of an equally full hog, said simply and directly:

And you help, Zhenya, help. Give your talent a go, bring it out.

And without any toasts or ceremony, he knocked back a shot of vodka and washed it down mineral water and had a delicious snack.

Balashov had been sculpting Ozerov’s portrait for two months now. Evgeniy Borisovich found that there was little resemblance in the portrait, but there was undoubtedly thought, character and, most importantly, expression, laconicism, “generalized volumes”. The author put everything he could and was capable of into this portrait, and willingly reported that he was pleased with his work.

You can buy a similarity, Zhenechka, from a photographer for a ruble,” Balashov tried to philosophize. - And you and I have art. This, brother, is for centuries. We'll cast it in bronze. Or do you want forged copper? A? This is not some polished, polished cobblestone. This is a thing - the ringing of a bell, power!.. In a hundred years, the viewer will not give a damn whether you look like you or not. It will be important for him to see character, high art, and plasticity. I want your descendants, looking at your portrait, to see that in our time there were artists with taste. Yes, exactly with taste. For whom art is everything, the holy of holies. An eternal search, not a swamp tradition covered with moss and mold... Art. Yes, that’s exactly what test means. That's why it's called art.

Vera was unpleasant that Evgeny Borisovich, for whom she gradually and cautiously developed sympathy, agreed with her stepfather. “How is it that it doesn’t matter whether there is a resemblance or not?” thought Vera. “Then why is he forcing Evgeny Borisovich to pose, wasting time? He should have put a janitor in prison and molded him into a film director.” Vera saw that Ozerov did not care whether he looked like or did not look like himself in the image of his stepfather. He is only delicate and spares the author’s pride. But Konstantin Lvovich had no reason to take on a portrait: this is not his role at all, he doesn’t know how to sculpt people. His business is animals. It turns out that he can’t confuse a horse with a ram, or a wolf with a fox, even with these very “generalized volumes” and laconicism - the ultra-fashionable components of the “new style”.

Be that as it may, Vera’s career began with this meeting. Evgeny Borisovich invited her to star in the film “It Was in the Evening.” He chose a suitable role for her - not the main one, of course, but a very responsible one - the role rural girls, girlfriends of the heroine.

It’s you that we need, your amazing braid,” Evgeny Borisovich said enthusiastically, lifting his massive chin and impatiently pacing around the room. - And how did you preserve it, an old-fashioned, ashy, maiden braid praised and re-sung by poets?! I'm surprised. They saved it especially for our film, admit it?

Verochka looked at Ozerov directly, quickly, warily.

So, you only need my braid?

He couldn't help but appreciate her question and look.

No, of course not, Verochka. Your eyes, facial features, your voice, manners - you are all created for this role. And in general, let me tell you, you are very graphic! You were born for cinema! - Evgeny Borisovich’s soulful voice sounded soft, melodious and, as Vera thought, very sincere. - Do you understand what the essence of your role is?

“My role,” Vera mentally repeated with excitement, not missing a single word or gesture of the director. And he said some extraordinary words:

You are a friend of the heroine - an extraordinary girl, energetic, but not feminine and, you know, with a very mediocre appearance. And you are a beauty, a delight. You are the complete opposite of your friend.

Vera successfully coped with her role. Filming did not prevent her from graduating from school with a silver medal. Vera had success - continuous and grandiose. Everything went as usual wonderful fairy tale, like a spaceship she rushed towards her dream. Her path, straight and bright, passed through VGIK - the State Institute of Cinematography. Evgeny Borisovich said: the competition will be big, serious, but we will try, Verochka, to emerge victorious.

Vera had no doubt about success: how many young men and women entering the acting department of VGIK who have already been lucky enough to act in films?

Vera got off the trolleybus first and, without stopping, fluttered at the traffic light to the opposite side of the street. She didn’t go, she flew to college on the wings of a big dream, a happy hope. And towards her from the side of the exhibition, from where the semicircular colonnade of the institute is white, rushed the steel giants “Worker and Collective Farm Woman,” sculpted by the great sculptor Vera Mukhina. They approached Vera Titova swiftly and majestically and seemed to want to pick her up, carry her away and elevate her. And in their mighty silver running, in their open and clear gaze, in the steel muscles of the fabulous titans, Vera saw the image of her country, the face of the era.

Something great and beautiful was emanating from the silvery-ringing sculptural group; some invisible rays emanated from it like a halo of blue radiance and penetrated deep into the soul, into the heart, into the brain. The sun played with millions of golden-silver sparkles, reflected in the sculpture, in the starry spire of the Main Pavilion, in the glass hemisphere of the Mechanization pavilion, in the orange ceramics of the new buildings, in the blazing flames of the flags. And all this flowed, swayed, and moved in the radiance of heavenly blue.