Kohanna runner

What is the same-sex love: prank, perversion, indecency or something else, we will leave aside. Today, it will simply remind some to someone that this can be and is precisely the love, and such that sometimes it remains for centuries for centuries.

"I am casing ... I admit, I confess to you in my love ... You are constantly present in me ... You are with me when I leave alone, you are invisible to me when I am in public. When I am sad, you take part in my sorrow, when I rejoice, you take part in my joy."

This is Grigory Savvich Skovoroda - Mikhail Kovalinsky. 1762. The pan is 40 years old, his lover - 17. They spend all days together, and the eldest is still time to write almost daily to the youngest - in Latin or Greek - letters. "Oh, young man, you almost caused me tears, for strong joy makes you cry!" The young man replies: "The view of the letters drawn by you excites love in me." The elder rejoices: "Oh, the sweeter nectar is your words for me!"

He was too Platonic and too believed that Demonion Socrates was living in him so that Kohanny would not be replaced by a girl to Kohannya to the boy

They cannot think about each other without a joyful smile, notice this feature behind themselves, discuss it in writing and orally during long walks. The elder loved to leave the young man in the clearing, go into the thicket and from there to play his own manufacturing flute. So a man behaved, for many who came across him, especially for the noble and rich, unpleasant, arrogant, daring. For example, one, for example, said: “You are a man with a woman’s mind and a ladies secretary,” he said rightfully and knowledge of all the vicissitudes and the background of relations between a clear aphrodite and dark, vulgar Venus. The fact is that, “igniting the philosophical eros to the young man,” he knew from the very beginning that it was for life, because a deep person’s feeling does not fit to flutter from flower to flower, the Donjuan list cannot serve as a certificate of valor. "He was too Platonic and too believed that Demonion Socrates lived in him so that Kohannya did not change his Kohannya to the girl to the boy, and marriage love - intellectual love in the Platonic style," writes Ukrainian researcher Viktor Petrov.

Love, such a rank, was a platonic, that is, in a certain sense, more acute than carnal. It was not that the pan was afraid of public opinion. Such a trifle could not stop him in anything, we know that. But even before a meeting with a lovely friend, he ordered himself an abstinence, and to break this vow for him was like death - the death of a spiritual, that is, the real one. He was Petrov, "too refined and subtle expert of antiquity in order to indulge in the vulgar kohanny."

On the one hand, a dear friend, and on the other, religious and philosophical considerations, you can imagine. He did not find a place for himself, and did not find until the end of his days. Attacks of such longing from which they hang were driving him. The philosophy and practice of strangeness appeared as an application to the ailment, which formed a whole sect called "runners". Around his vagabonds, so much thought is sophisticated that the memory of the great sufferer will not harm all the way to even occasionally recall: the person was far, far from healthy. Ecstasies, bouts of frantic delight with convulsions were replaced by the influx of murderous boredom, disgust for everything and everyone. In addition, at a distance, it was naturally easier for him to keep himself in jun. "I am casing you when I'm not with you." The last time he just fled from the subject of his passion. In the rain, in the cold, nowhere, old, sick, without a penny in a pocket, with a knapsack, in which, as always, there are a couple of boots, the Bible, manuscripts, flute. As he lived to be 72 years old in such agony, the mind is incomprehensible.

“The artist of the seniority, he walked his whole life on the boat of humility,” Petrov said about him, who knew a lot about life as a game, and who played at the abyss on the edge and therefore understood what it was and how. Humility is more than pride - to no one applies to anyone as a pan, and one could say that in that his sin, if we overlooked the disease that he turned into an immortality engine with his great intelligence. The genius of self-promotion, who deliberately accepted the rank of old man-tramp, who can be put with him? Maybe, in a sense, Gandhi, whose smile you see how alive, is the news that a certain KGB lieutenant colonel would like to communicate with him from time to time for the lack of more worthy interlocutors. Oh, the vulgarity of the Gabistic vulgarities! Started with the slogan: "Down with shame!" And bippable walks in a naked form in Moscow, and end with the processions of the Orthodox against sodomites.