One Turkish woman had a man who was rich and unloved. They lived together for 15 years, and he annoyed her so much, especially with his habit of taking showers three times a day, that she wanted to divorce him. But I didn’t want to lose money!.. And then Kevser Babatzu came up with this idea: when he undressed and went to take a shower, she closed the doors. And Orhan Babutsu sat there for no less than three years. The woman threw food into his dog bowl, took lovers home and impatiently waited for the man to die and his property to go to her. But she didn’t wait - the neighbors found out about the prisoner and informed Orkhan’s mother about it, and she - the police. When his wife was arrested, she explained her action this way: “I thought he was a dangerous psycho - well, he won’t normal person take a shower so often!”
Another, no less comical reason for divorce happened in Taiwan. A judge granted a woman a divorce because she refused to share a bed with her husband's cat. There were scandals over a cat family life impossible pairing. The man allowed the cat to go anywhere as needed, including to bed, and did not raise him in any way. The woman somehow tolerated this for a year, and then filed for divorce.
What should you do to stop your wife from nagging you? The most proven way to stop this is to get a divorce. However, the Romanian businessman solved this issue differently. He pays his wife about $500 a month so she won't grumble at him. Nicolau Popa said: “My business is developing well, but it is taking all my energy. When I get home in the evening, I just collapse. So I made a deal with my wife: I pay her $500 a month if she doesn’t nag me.” However, this does not always happen: his wife Maria, a programmer by profession, sits near the computer all day and has no one to talk to. And therefore, sometimes she cannot keep her promise not to cling to her husband...
A resident of Spanish Castellon, Roberto de Piedro Vidal, probably did not have as much money as that Romanian. Therefore, he began fasting in protest against his wife’s bullying. He locked himself in his car in the city center, drinking only water and occasionally going to the toilet. The car is plastered with posters in which he explains the reasons for his strike. A 45-year-old Castellonian protests against his wife's domestic violence. She constantly strives to “ruin his life, ruin him and survive from home, leaving her children,” clings to the fact that he is too fat and earns little. Men sympathize with him very much...
In Sweden, a man, angry that his wife was about to divorce him, sold all their common property, and then burned all the money paid for it - approximately 81.3 thousand dollars. The court acquitted the man. But the wife still left.
Those Swedes, at least, did not have to divide their property. The two Chinese men tormented each other and the judge who presided over the divorce process for several years. They could not decide who should get the motorcycle, computer, video camera and, in fact, the apartment. The judge was tired of all this and decided that the controversial items should be put up for auction, in which ex-husband and a woman. According to the auction rules, each “lot” is exhibited separately. The one who offers the largest amount will receive it, and the other will get the money.
A Muslim man can divorce by telling his wife three times. And from now on, this can be done using SMS messages. At least this is legally permitted in Saudi Arabia and Malaysia. The law was adopted after a debate in which members of the cabinet of ministers, human rights activists, and representatives of the Islamic clergy took part. Opponents of the electronic procedure said that it contradicts the canons of Islam. Malaysians have made statements that this encourages divorce. But what kind of Muslim would listen to a woman...
63-year-old Kenyan John Ngoche left home. And at this time, his 21-year-old third wife came to his 25-year-old son from the first woman. And they... Well, in a word, you understand what they did. And when John returned and caught them in the act, he and his son got into a fight. A crowd of fellow villagers watched the fight. After the men kneaded each other's sides, the council of village elders gathered. After a long exchange of views, they approved the following decision: to give the woman to her son, but to take compensation from him in favor of the father - three cows and one goat.
In Scotland, a similar story occurred: 20-year-old Alison Smith found her husband, 21-year-old Georg Greenhow, in bed with his mother, 44-year-old Pat, just ten days after their wedding. Offended, Alison immediately filed for divorce. And then, having cooled down, she forgave the lovers and even agreed to be a bridesmaid at the wedding... True, the marriage of George and Pat does not have legal force - according to Scottish laws, a man can marry his mother ex-wife only if the latter died.
They fell in love when Joan was thirteen and Robert was fifteen. Since then they have been together constantly. After finishing school, they moved in together; at eighteen, Joan gave birth to a son, who was named Jimmy. Everything was fine, but three years later Robert died in a car accident. But they never had time to get married. Heartbroken, Joan, declaring that she had vowed to love him forever, decided to unite in legal marriage with her beloved - in order to be together even after death. The priest agreed to perform the ceremony, and he had to put the wedding ring on the young woman’s finger himself. Joan was dressed in Wedding Dress, Robert was dressed in a white tuxedo. And the day after the wedding the funeral took place.
And finally:
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
The boots are tight and we are not on our way.
Petty quarrels are a thing of the past
And you can say goodbye and leave.
The leaves are quietly falling from the cabbage,
And the stumps of white trunks
Stuck in the sky they remind me
The night where we are still sweet to each other.
We separated like the legs of a stepladder,
And suddenly the distance in front of me faded.
It's dark all around, like a black woman's butt,
And there is no light ahead, which is a pity.
It’s already winter, the wind is howling in the garbage dumps.
Throwing out the boots and putting on felt boots,
And taking a can of tomatoes with me
I roam the streets like a social lion.
I wander alone, with friends, with a girlfriend,
I'm far from reality in my thoughts -
I would eat a beer mug in pieces,
To live another day with you.
But having met at a noisy party,
Imagining: I am her, and you are him,
Ask me something crazy
And nothing about past love.
And you can say goodbye and leave.
And the stumps of white trunks
based on materials from znaniya2011.ru/
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted... One way or another, any Russian-speaking person quoted this phrase without thinking about where it came from. And why?
Let's figure it out
The text itself is information-rich and sufficiently reflects the essence of the main idea. Namely: the news of the end of a romantic story. It is intuitively clear that the speaker feels a little sorry for the lost love. But she wasn't that strong either. As you know, this kind of phrases, reminiscent of sayings and proverbs, take root well in the Russian language. They are easy to remember, suitable for a catchphrase in a conversation or as an epilogue to a story. Few people think about the semantic content of the phrase. But some especially meticulous (or inquisitive) are trying to figure out the etymology.
Oh those tomatoes!
Let's figure it out. These lines were once written by the poet Oleg Savostyanov: “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, our shoes are tight, and we are not on our way.” If we analyze the original source itself, we will hear in the author’s words irony, self-irony, a shade of sadness or disguised deep feeling, with whom it is a pity to part with and there is no way to admit it. The author is frivolous to the point of laughter, but, however, to the point of sadness. Here, who will perceive it how... Moreover, in the interpretation of many, the first line is sometimes “shod” in different shoes: “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, the sandals are too tight...”
The separation of two halves. It is compared to the withering of the notorious tomatoes, to the tearing of a leaf from a cabbage, to the spreading legs of a stepladder. Unexpected and daring. But in reality, there are people who “keep their face” and disguise their feelings under the guise of humor, metaphors and allegories.
The poem consists of six quatrains. And starting from the fourth, there is a wave of sadness: it’s winter, the hero is cold, he wanders sadly and dreams of one more day with his beloved. This is no laughing matter! And in the finale - here you have it, jealousy and longing for a departed feeling! A literary hero asks for chance meeting(accompanied by your new halves) do not ask anything about the departed love. It is obvious how painful this topic would be...
A little historical fun
Well, if we talk about the tomatoes themselves, then it is known from history that young ladies decorated their dresses with branches with tomato fruits. It was a hint of falling in love, like a status in a famous social network. Like, I’m “actively” searching or already “in love.” Probably what gave this fruit its “passion” was its red appearance, reminiscent of the heart of a man in love. If it withers or there is no twig on the clothes, it’s a bad sign. Like the “heartbroken” or “he’s a scoundrel and life is a pain” status.
It was believed that tomatoes could arouse passion in a person. This is a nice historical fact. In addition, in France, the tomato is called the apple of love - La pomme de l’amour. Well, with the French everything is clear to us. (This is where the laughing emoticon should wave its hands at us).
The parody must be earned
In any case, thanks to Oleg Savostyanov for letting another popular expression. The poem “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted” became an impetus for other poets to mass improvisation. This often happens to authors, you know. And then off we go!
Parody is one of the areas of creativity, and not only in the poetic environment. This is a kind of compliment from other authors, it still needs to be earned - to be parodied, you know. “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted” - a special verse. After all, if it catches your attention, if it catches your eye, national fame is definitely guaranteed. Moreover, it turned out to be easy to parody this style; anyone can try their hand at it! Let's consider parody as a certain poetic simulator. It is worth quoting a few famous lines:
Love has passed, the dahlias have withered.
The sofa is rotten and the old chair is creaking.
We have bent our backs for many years
Above the garden. The one who sleeps soundly.
It's been so long since we've been hit by thunderstorms,
That the roof and facade have faded.
Everything goes away. Our roses have wilted.
The neighbor is not happy about this misfortune either.
You can continue, in principle, ad infinitum and smile at the same time. Great exercise!
Have you ever been in love?
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, the sandals are too tight - that's a lot of trouble at once! Let's summarize. Any thing in the world can be taken seriously or not seriously. Depends on everyone’s choice, on their worldview. In a funny poem, if you wish, you can see melancholy and sadness, or you can just laugh heartily.
Another option is to try to write like this yourself, to parody it. Our “tomatoes” have firmly entered the colloquial speech and are not going to leave it. “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted” - a phrase that is a lifesaver for many impressionable people. One might say, “the outstretched hand of a friend.”
Have you ever been in love? Have you experienced separation? That's it! This means that, using the example of the above-mentioned poem, you can also look at life’s tragedy - through a veil of humor, with self-irony. Try somewhere in a corner of your soul to leave a small tomato sprig for later, for another person more worthy of you. In any case, it is more useful for mental health, rather than long soul-searching, tears and hand-wringing.
Thematic selection of poems on the topic past love, wilted tomatoes and pinching shoes....
Petty quarrels are a thing of the past
And you can say goodbye and leave.
The leaves are quietly falling from the cabbage,
And the stumps of white trunks
Stuck in the sky they remind me
The night where we are still sweet to each other.
We separated like the legs of a stepladder,
And suddenly the distance in front of me faded.
It's dark all around, like a black woman's butt,
And there is no clearing ahead, which is a pity.
It’s already winter, the wind is howling in the garbage dumps.
Throwing out the boots and putting on felt boots,
And taking a can of tomatoes with me
I roam the streets like a social lion.
I wander alone, with friends, with a girlfriend,
I'm far from reality in my thoughts -
I would eat a beer mug in pieces,
To live another day with you.
But having met at a noisy party,
Imagining: I am her, and you are him,
Ask me something crazy
And nothing about past love.
Source
And autumn has come to us, well, finally!
And everyone finally abandoned each other.
And the garden here is empty again without them.
Eh, Uncle Vasya, you went nuts!
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.
Well, how can you, how can you continue to live like this?
One thing worries me - Uncle Vasya abandoned Olya.
Not only did he give up Olya, but he also gave up drinking.
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.
Everything is deserted and winter is just around the corner.
One thing worries me - Uncle Vasya abandoned Olya,
And our song is coming to an end.
Anton Bakharev
Love has gone, the tomatoes have wilted,
The carrots have rotted and the cucumbers are drying up.
And our feelings, which were recently new,
They drooped to the ground, like flowers in your hands.
The stars have faded, the gooseberries have turned black,
And the plum leaves are eaten by aphids,
But the main culprit of trouble is
Angry Colorado potato in the potato fields.
Happiness has disappeared, the worms have eaten the apples,
Bad weather came, the goats reduced their milk yield.
The blackbirds pecked the cherries on the trees,
Currants are infected with powdery mildew.
The end of dates under the moon has come,
Slippery snails spoiled the strawberries,
The weed has grown like an impenetrable wall,
And all the raspberries and blackberries die.
Love has gone, the tomatoes have wilted,
The weekend's work was wasted
One gardener is sad at the dacha
And he remembers his mother and relatives.
He covers all his acquaintances with three floors,
He remembers what was promised to him
Huge harvest, and, importantly,
That all his efforts will not go to the bottom.
(From the Internet)
Love has passed: like the peel of an orange
The darling has skin and a rat's grin...
Are the tomatoes wilted? No problem!
If only I had someone to go with, and where.
***
Love has passed - everything that stood has withered,
You wrapped yourself in a blanket in shock,
Love paralysis is incurable
The scourge of modern civilizations.
***
Love has passed, the ruddy peach has withered,
We can’t share the 600th Mercier,
And if there was a marriage contract,
I wouldn’t curse the gigolo: “Thief!”
***
Love has passed - do not call on order,
You drank all the tomato juice, you're a pest.
How do you comb your bald head into the parting,
I'm shocked: where is the former Toreador?
The fences are painted green,
Yellow leaves fall on them.
They removed dinner from the country table.
Let's leave this talk, dear.
You didn't leave - you went out to smoke.
Love is gone. The tomatoes have wilted.
What else, my love, should I talk about?
I draw the curtains behind you,
And a star blinks at me in the window.
Love is gone. The tomatoes have wilted.
But why am I not so sad?
I change my dress like a forest changes its decoration.
And I don’t fly like a butterfly towards the fire.
I don’t like inconstancy in poetry,
But I’ll change the refrain anyway.
Elena Isaeva
"Do you remember, dear, how you inserted HIM..."
* * *
Prose remains, only toils,
And why is the beautiful “far away”
So it beckons us, leads us along,
Then we will be lonely together,
You don’t want to untie yourself, my God...
There are a lot of old photographs left,
An old album is gathering dust in the closet,
And now we have no time for conceptions,
We quietly chew old gossip...
And where is the love, where has it gone?
And why doesn’t the blood warm in my veins, -
“Do you remember, honey, how you inserted HIM?
What now? And where is this love?
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, -
Prose remains, only toils,
And all this talk is useless,
In my soul, in my heart there is only emptiness...
Gerun Vladimir
What do you want? Really, I don’t understand.
Love has passed and jealousy is inappropriate.
And to be honest, I'm not interested
Who are you with now, and where and why.
Believe me, if the connection is broken,
You can't get her on the phone.
Apparently, you will only calm down then,
When I hang up, swearing,
But I'm calm and unperturbed
We discuss tediously and at length
My illnesses and your novels,
And this is boring... And we want to sleep...
The ends were cut off a long time ago,
Why do we need empty talk?
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.
And, by the way, the cucumbers did not grow well.
Mikhail Polyachek
You gave me armfuls of fly agarics
Three years, once a week - again and again.
But then the sound of the “fiery engines” died down -
Love has passed.
Love has passed. Wilted tomatoes
The sad bush bent to the ground.
We swore to move mountains for each other,
But they couldn't.
Well, they couldn't! No sighs, no reproaches -
We parted peacefully: peace, quiet, comfort.
But in quiet happiness there is a taste of fly agarics:
The boots are tight.
The boots are tight, they creak in a tight minor key,
And, alas, they won’t stop reaping anytime soon.
Nobody's muse
The boots are tight and we are not on our way.
All our conversations are over,
Looking down, I don’t say, “I’m sorry.”
Everything was like in a fairy tale: it’s unclear
Where are you from, why were you waiting for me.
And I’m glad that it’s very clear
I was able to say the word “no” to you.
I didn’t know that I would remember so soon
A funny saying from childhood:
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted...
And you are no longer in the world. Simply no.
Stigmata
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
They didn't have enough warmth
Winter has come to our uncomfortable city,
Such a long winter.
Old fences are buried in the snow,
The light from the lantern got lost in it.
It's snowing all the time, it's just mountains.
White-white without edge or end.
People huddled in stone holes,
They can't freeze now,
And I left my jacket at home today,
And he went sliding into the darkness.
I remember our conversations
And I love you so much,
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
And, alas, they can no longer be returned.
Ivan Sovkov
Boris Derendyaev's (Borik) response to the poem sent:
Love has passed and the roof has become leaky,
The paint on the gable was peeling off from the rain.
And devastation took its toll on the yard,
The floor was all rotten, no repairmen were waiting.
Love has passed, and the boards on the barn have passed,
Everyone turned black from sad thoughts.
And the ceiling, as if playing,
I was blowing plaster where my mind is.
Love has passed, the wiring suddenly shorted,
A fountain of sparks - my house almost burned down.
And the leg “broke off” from the chair,
And the bottom row of the log house was all gone.
Love passed, and the stove began to smoke,
And suddenly the toilet tank started leaking.
The gate gate has completely fallen off,
The water supply throughout the house was flowing.
Love has passed, the bolt on the door is jammed,
And the barrel became leaky with water.
And suddenly the hinge stopped working,
The door stopped closing again.
Love has passed, a nail stuck in my heel,
The impost in the window has become completely rotten.
I tripped over a beam in the attic,
Collecting all the swear words for that love.
Love has passed, and so much failure,
Fate sent A to replace her.
All tasks have become impossible,
But it’s business, well... the love is gone...
Parody of Boris Derendyaev:
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
The Colorado potato beetle ate the potatoes.
Grain expanses broke away
And the green onions immediately turned yellow.
Love has passed, watermelons are cracked
And the strawberries rotted on the vine.
The ears of corn have not ripened
And the cherry did not live to see fruit.
Love has passed, the rains have beaten the oats,
They forgot to take the beets out of the ground.
The cabbage has been destroyed
The starlings immediately surrounded the cherries.
Love has passed, all the melons are overripe,
Raspberries are eaten by aphids and ants.
The weeds are growing, as if they have gone crazy,
But the horseradish never came out of the ground.
Love passed and it became colder
So that the unripe grapes froze.
The apples smell of noble rot,
And the hail is slowly hitting the plums.
Love has passed and the cucumbers have withered,
The red carrots are moldy,
And the mice died from peas,
Why did it happen that love passed away?
Love has passed, it has passed, the infection has passed,
And how many troubles there are because of her!
And how many vegetables and fruits at once
It's spoiled. Think! Yo - mine!
Boris Derendyaev
Collective farmer Lyuba was in such a hurry to get home that she forgot to water the tomatoes. Truly, love is gone - the tomatoes have wilted.
Although the association between the withering of love and the withering of plants cannot be traced, there is still a history behind the expression “Love has passed, the tomatoes have withered.”
What is the history of this expression?
But the point is precisely in the tomatoes themselves, that is, in their flowering.
So, translated from French the word "tomato" means "apple of love." And tomatoes were originally grown as a simple ornamental plant, in pots on windowsills.
Such pots were also used to decorate gazebos, where lovers happily made dates. And young ladies also loved to fasten a twig with a flower of this plant to their corsage. Such a branch was considered a symbol of love.
And when the lady stopped fastening this decoration, everyone understood that “the love had passed.”
This expression became especially popular after Oleg Savostyanov wrote his poems. They were quoted everywhere, and no less original response poems were written to these verses.
There are many variations on the theme of past love and wilted tomatoes.
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
The boots are tight and we are not on our way.
Petty quarrels are a thing of the past
And you can say goodbye and leave.
The leaves are quietly falling from the cabbage,
And the stumps of white trunks
Stuck in the sky they remind me
The night where we are still sweet to each other.
We separated like the legs of a stepladder,
And suddenly the distance in front of me faded.
It's dark all around, like a black woman's butt,
And there is no clearing ahead, which is a pity.
It’s already winter, the wind is howling in the garbage dumps.
Throwing out the boots and putting on felt boots,
And taking a can of tomatoes with me
I roam the streets like a social lion.
I wander alone, with friends, with a girlfriend,
I'm far from reality in my thoughts -
I would eat a beer mug piece by piece,
To live another day with you.
But having met at a noisy party,
Imagining: I am her, and you are him,
Ask me something crazy
And nothing about past love.
based on materials from znaniya2011.ru/
After all, everyone has heard this popular expression? But few people know the history of the origin of this sign.
This expression is used when, ironically and with a feeling of nostalgia, someone remembers feelings that have disappeared. And it no longer matters whether a lot of time has passed or whether you are disappointed in the person. Everything in life is changeable, any situation, even the most unrealistic, is possible. This is what makes life beautiful. But in this expression there is a bit of bitterness and longing for a bygone time.
After all, then, quite recently, a person was happy and deeply in love with his partner, and then suddenly, and that’s it, there was nothing left.
In fact, all this does not happen all at once, unexpectedly. In any case, before the onset of such a moment, various events occurred that influenced your attitude towards the person and became the beginning of general disappointment in him.
But what do tomatoes have to do with it? The first analogy is that the withering of love is similar to the withering of any plant. But if it’s just plants, then why does the phrase sound specifically about tomatoes? The whole point here is that the people who brought tomato seeds to Italy from Spain, where it had previously arrived from the recently discovered America, called it “the apple of the Moors.” Over time, the name was distorted, and it was brought to France as the “apple of passion.” Since then, the tomato has gained the status of a passion vegetable. Therefore, the tomato was immediately banned. And even after tomatoes began to be eaten everywhere, for a long time some families did not include them in their diet, so as not to inflame passions at the table between relatives and friends. At first, tomatoes were grown in pots for decorative use. And these pots were hung in places where lovers met - gazebos by the lake, over benches in parks, and so on. But young girls sometimes grabbed a tomato sprig into their corset as a sign of their love. But when a woman, on the contrary, stops wearing a tomato sprig as a decoration, then everyone understands that something has happened.
This expression gained the greatest popularity after the poet Oleg Savostyanov wrote his famous verse “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, the shoes are too tight and we are not on our way.”
Signs and beliefs associated with tomatoes
There is such a belief - if your relationship begins to go wrong, grow a tomato on the windowsill. Let it fade a little, and then try your best to bring it back to life. If you succeed, then the relationship will improve.
The second way to regain lost feelings is with the help of kumato. Don't know what it is? This is also a tomato, only in a black color that is unusual for most people. They grow only on the Galapagos Islands, and only recently this vegetable began to appear on the shelves of domestic stores. People believe that in addition to color and greater sweetness compared to regular tomatoes, kumato also sexual desire enhances. This is the opinion of zoologists, after many years of observing turtles, which are very fond of black tomatoes and exhibit incredible sexual activity.
People with unrequited love tomatoes will also help. Leave them somewhere to get spoiled, and then take them as far from your home as possible, and bury them, saying the phrase “Out of sight, out of mind.” Now, soon, as the sign says, there will definitely be someone in your life who will reciprocate your feelings.
Why do you dream about tomatoes?
A favorable omen when you dream about a tomato. For girls, this sign promises happiness and love in marriage. For other people, it promises new romantic meetings and relationships, and this is most likely a person you know who has had certain feelings for you for a long time, but still did not dare to take the first step and open his heart to you.
By the way, . Tomatoes are very useful for our most important organ. Tomatoes contain a lot of potassium, which is good for our heart. They also contain lycopene, a powerful antioxidant that prevents the occurrence of tumors and reduces the likelihood of heart disease. vascular diseases. And surprisingly, after heat treatment of tomatoes, the amount of this substance in it increases, and its digestibility improves. So, be that as it may, our heart simply needs an “apple of love”, be it raw or cooked, or even in the form of ketchup.
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted... One way or another, any Russian-speaking person quoted this phrase without thinking about where it came from. And why?
Let's figure it out
The text itself is information-rich and sufficiently reflects the essence of the main idea. Namely: the news of the end of a romantic story. It is intuitively clear that the speaker feels a little sorry for the lost love. But she wasn't that strong either. As you know, this kind of phrases, reminiscent of sayings and proverbs, take root well in the Russian language. They are easy to remember, suitable for a catchphrase in a conversation or as an epilogue to a story. Few people think about the semantic content of the phrase. But some especially meticulous (or inquisitive) are trying to figure out the etymology.
Oh those tomatoes!
Let's figure it out. These lines were once written by the poet Oleg Savostyanov: “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, our shoes are tight, and we are not on our way.” If we analyze the original source itself, we will hear in the author’s words irony, self-irony, a shade of sadness or a disguised deep feeling that it is a pity to part with and there is no way to admit it. The author is frivolous to the point of laughter, but, however, to the point of sadness. Here, who will perceive it how... Moreover, in the interpretation of many, the first line is sometimes “shod” in different shoes: “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, the sandals are too tight...”
The separation of two halves. It is compared to the withering of the notorious tomatoes, to the tearing of a leaf from a cabbage, to the spreading legs of a stepladder. Unexpected and daring. But in reality, there are people who “keep their face” and disguise their feelings under the guise of humor, metaphors and allegories.
The poem consists of six quatrains. And starting from the fourth, there is a wave of sadness: it’s winter, the hero is cold, he wanders sadly and dreams of one more day with his beloved. This is no laughing matter! And in the finale - here you have it, jealousy and longing for a departed feeling! The literary hero asks that during a chance meeting (accompanied by his new halves) not to ask anything about the departed love. It is obvious how painful this topic would be...
A little historical fun
Well, if we talk about the tomatoes themselves, then it is known from history that young ladies decorated their dresses with branches with tomato fruits. It was a hint of falling in love, like a status on a famous social network. Like, I’m “actively” searching or already “in love.” Probably what gave this fruit its “passion” was its red appearance, reminiscent of the heart of a man in love. If it withers or there is no twig on the clothes, it’s a bad sign. Like the “heartbroken” or “he’s a scoundrel and life is a pain” status.
It was believed that tomatoes could arouse passion in a person. So cute historical fact. In addition, in France, the tomato is called the apple of love - La pomme de l’amour. Well, with the French everything is clear to us. (This is where the laughing emoticon should wave its hands at us).
The parody must be earned
In any case, thanks to Oleg Savostyanov for releasing yet another catchphrase into the world. The poem “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted” became an impetus for other poets to mass improvisation. This often happens to authors, you know. And then off we go!
Parody is one of the areas of creativity, and not only in the poetic environment. This is a kind of compliment from other authors, it still needs to be earned - to be parodied, you know. “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted” - a special verse. After all, if it catches your attention, if it catches your eye, national fame is definitely guaranteed. Moreover, it turned out to be easy to parody this style; anyone can try their hand at it! Let's consider parody as a certain poetic simulator. It is worth quoting a few famous lines:
Love has passed, the dahlias have withered.
The sofa is rotten and the old chair is creaking.
We have bent our backs for many years
Above the garden. The one who sleeps soundly.
It's been so long since we've been hit by thunderstorms,
That the roof and facade have faded.
Everything goes away. Our roses have wilted.
The neighbor is not happy about this misfortune either.
You can continue, in principle, ad infinitum and smile at the same time. Great exercise!
Have you ever been in love?
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, the sandals are too tight - that's a lot of trouble at once! Let's summarize. Any thing in the world can be taken seriously or not seriously. Depends on everyone’s choice, on their worldview. In a funny poem, if you wish, you can see melancholy and sadness, or you can just laugh heartily.
Another option is to try to write like this yourself, to parody it. Our “tomatoes” have firmly entered the colloquial speech and are not going to leave it. “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted” - a phrase that is a lifesaver for many impressionable people. One might say, “the outstretched hand of a friend.”
Have you ever been in love? Have you experienced separation? That's it! This means that, using the example of the above-mentioned poem, you can also look at life’s tragedy - through a veil of humor, with self-irony. Try somewhere in a corner of your soul to leave a small tomato sprig for later, for another person more worthy of you. In any case, this is better for mental health than long soul-searching, tears and hand-wringing.
A thematic selection of poems on the theme of past love, wilted tomatoes and pinching shoes....
Petty quarrels are a thing of the past
And you can say goodbye and leave.
The leaves are quietly falling from the cabbage,
And the stumps of white trunks
Stuck in the sky they remind me
The night where we are still sweet to each other.
We separated like the legs of a stepladder,
And suddenly the distance in front of me faded.
It's dark all around, like a black woman's butt,
And there is no clearing ahead, which is a pity.
It’s already winter, the wind is howling in the garbage dumps.
Throwing out the boots and putting on felt boots,
And taking a can of tomatoes with me
I roam the streets like a social lion.
I wander alone, with friends, with a girlfriend,
I'm far from reality in my thoughts -
I would eat a beer mug in pieces,
To live another day with you.
But having met at a noisy party,
Imagining: I am her, and you are him,
Ask me something crazy
And nothing about past love.
Source
And autumn has come to us, well, finally!
And everyone finally abandoned each other.
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.
And the garden here is empty again without them.
Eh, Uncle Vasya, you went nuts!
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.
Well, how can you, how can you continue to live like this?
One thing worries me - Uncle Vasya abandoned Olya.
Not only did he give up Olya, but he also gave up drinking.
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.
Everything is deserted and winter is just around the corner.
One thing worries me - Uncle Vasya abandoned Olya,
And our song is coming to an end.
Anton Bakharev
Love has gone, the tomatoes have wilted,
The carrots have rotted and the cucumbers are drying up.
And our feelings, which were recently new,
They drooped to the ground, like flowers in your hands.
The stars have faded, the gooseberries have turned black,
And the plum leaves are eaten by aphids,
But the main culprit of trouble is
Angry Colorado potato in the potato fields.
Happiness has disappeared, the worms have eaten the apples,
Bad weather came, the goats reduced their milk yield.
The blackbirds pecked the cherries on the trees,
Currants are infected with powdery mildew.
The end of dates under the moon has come,
Slippery snails spoiled the strawberries,
The weed has grown like an impenetrable wall,
And all the raspberries and blackberries die.
Love has gone, the tomatoes have wilted,
The weekend's work was wasted
One gardener is sad at the dacha
And he remembers his mother and relatives.
He covers all his acquaintances with three floors,
He remembers what was promised to him
Huge harvest, and, importantly,
That all his efforts will not go to the bottom.
(From the Internet)
Love has passed: like the peel of an orange
The darling has skin and a rat's grin...
Are the tomatoes wilted? No problem!
If only I had someone to go with, and where.
***
Love has passed - everything that stood has withered,
You wrapped yourself in a blanket in shock,
Love paralysis is incurable
The scourge of modern civilizations.
***
Love has passed, the ruddy peach has withered,
We can’t share the 600th Mercier,
And if there was a marriage contract,
I wouldn’t curse the gigolo: “Thief!”
***
Love has passed - do not call on order,
Tomato juice You drank it all, you bastard.
How do you comb your bald head into the parting,
I'm shocked: where is the former Toreador?
The fences are painted green,
Yellow leaves fall on them.
They removed dinner from the country table.
Let's leave this talk, dear.
You didn't leave - you went out to smoke.
Love is gone. The tomatoes have wilted.
What else, my love, should I talk about?
I draw the curtains behind you,
And a star blinks at me in the window.
Love is gone. The tomatoes have wilted.
But why am I not so sad?
I change my dress like a forest changes its decoration.
And I don’t fly like a butterfly towards the fire.
I don’t like inconstancy in poetry,
But I’ll change the refrain anyway.
Elena Isaeva
"Do you remember, dear, how you inserted HIM..."
* * *
Prose remains, only toils,
And why is the beautiful “far away”
So it beckons us, leads us along,
Then we will be lonely together,
You don’t want to untie yourself, my God...
There are a lot of old photographs left,
An old album is gathering dust in the closet,
And now we have no time for conceptions,
We quietly chew old gossip...
And where is the love, where has it gone?
And why doesn’t the blood warm in my veins, -
“Do you remember, honey, how you inserted HIM?
What now? And where is this love?
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted, -
Prose remains, only toils,
And all this talk is useless,
In my soul, in my heart there is only emptiness...
Gerun Vladimir
What do you want? Really, I don’t understand.
Love has passed and jealousy is inappropriate.
And to be honest, I'm not interested
Who are you with now, and where and why.
Believe me, if the connection is broken,
You can't get her on the phone.
Apparently, you will only calm down then,
When I hang up, swearing,
But I'm calm and unperturbed
We discuss tediously and at length
My illnesses and your novels,
And this is boring... And we want to sleep...
The ends were cut off a long time ago,
Why do we need empty talk?
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.
And, by the way, the cucumbers did not grow well.
Mikhail Polyachek
You gave me armfuls of fly agarics
Three years, once a week - again and again.
But then the sound of the “fiery engines” died down -
Love has passed.
Love has passed. Wilted tomatoes
The sad bush bent to the ground.
We swore to move mountains for each other,
But they couldn't.
Well, they couldn't! No sighs, no reproaches -
We parted peacefully: peace, quiet, comfort.
But in quiet happiness there is a taste of fly agarics:
The boots are tight.
The boots are tight, they creak in a tight minor key,
And, alas, they won’t stop reaping anytime soon.
Nobody's muse
The boots are tight and we are not on our way.
All our conversations are over,
Looking down, I don’t say, “I’m sorry.”
Everything was like in a fairy tale: it’s unclear
Where are you from, why were you waiting for me.
And I’m glad that it’s very clear
I was able to say the word “no” to you.
I didn’t know that I would remember so soon
A funny saying from childhood:
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted...
And you are no longer in the world. Simply no.
Stigmata
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
They didn't have enough warmth
Winter has come to our uncomfortable city,
Such a long winter.
Old fences are buried in the snow,
The light from the lantern got lost in it.
It's snowing all the time, it's just mountains.
White-white without edge or end.
People huddled in stone holes,
They can't freeze now,
And I left my jacket at home today,
And he went sliding into the darkness.
I remember our conversations
And I love you so much,
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
And, alas, they can no longer be returned.
Ivan Sovkov
Boris Derendyaev's (Borik) response to the poem sent:
Love has passed and the roof has become leaky,
The paint on the gable was peeling off from the rain.
And devastation took its toll on the yard,
The floor was all rotten, no repairmen were waiting.
Love has passed, and the boards on the barn have passed,
Everyone turned black from sad thoughts.
And the ceiling, as if playing,
I was blowing plaster where my mind is.
Love has passed, the wiring suddenly shorted,
A fountain of sparks - my house almost burned down.
And the leg “broke off” from the chair,
And the bottom row of the log house was all gone.
Love passed, and the stove began to smoke,
And suddenly the toilet tank started leaking.
The gate gate has completely fallen off,
The water supply throughout the house was flowing.
Love has passed, the bolt on the door is jammed,
And the barrel became leaky with water.
And suddenly the hinge stopped working,
The door stopped closing again.
Love has passed, a nail stuck in my heel,
The impost in the window has become completely rotten.
I tripped over a beam in the attic,
Collecting all the swear words for that love.
Love has passed, and so much failure,
Fate sent A to replace her.
All tasks have become impossible,
But it’s business, well... the love is gone...
Parody of Boris Derendyaev:
Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted,
The Colorado potato beetle ate the potatoes.
Grain expanses broke away
And the green onions immediately turned yellow.
Love has passed, watermelons are cracked
And the strawberries rotted on the vine.
The ears of corn have not ripened
And the cherry did not live to see fruit.
Love has passed, the rains have beaten the oats,
They forgot to take the beets out of the ground.
The cabbage has been destroyed
The starlings immediately surrounded the cherries.
Love has passed, all the melons are overripe,
Raspberries are eaten by aphids and ants.
The weeds are growing, as if they have gone crazy,
But the horseradish never came out of the ground.
Love passed and it became colder
So that the unripe grapes froze.
The apples smell of noble rot,
And the hail is slowly hitting the plums.
Love has passed and the cucumbers have withered,
The red carrots are moldy,
And the mice died from peas,
Why did it happen that love passed away?
Love has passed, it has passed, the infection has passed,
And how many troubles there are because of her!
And how many vegetables and fruits at once
It's spoiled. Think! Yo - mine!
Boris Derendyaev
Collective farmer Lyuba was in such a hurry to get home that she forgot to water the tomatoes. Truly, love is gone - the tomatoes have wilted.
Almost every adult knows this line well: “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.” And many people use these words in various everyday situations, when we're talking about about bright feelings, alas, that were ordered to live long. When it seems that life is over, all the best things have already happened to you, and ahead - tomorrow, in a week, a month, a year - nothing new will happen. Inside, depressing feelings of sadness, hopelessness, loneliness, hopelessness, longing for those days when a loved one was always nearby, all weekends, weekdays and holidays were lived together - with trips to nature, trips to the theater, cinema or cafe, and there were dreams about the future, plans for the next vacation or the next family purchase.
The birth of a relationship
But in the beginning there was love. Sudden, irrepressible, selfless, tender and reverent, passionate and overwhelming, incomprehensible and elemental. After all, on our huge planet, only a person can experience this feeling - a feeling of deep affection for another person. The phrase “Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted” seems funny and insignificant at the moment the feeling arises.
Despite the fact that among the many manifestations of love one can single out its three main parents for children, the love of children for parents, the love of spouses), this bright feeling remains one of the strongest attractions of two people with the goal of connecting and generally replenishing life.
It all starts quite beautifully and romantically. And it seems that all this will last for the rest of my life. But, to the great regret of some and the frank (perhaps even caustic) joy of others, even strong feelings tend to “dissipate.” So what: the tomatoes have wilted? Is it really possible that this happens? It turns out, yes, it happens quite often.
Not a tragedy, but still...
It doesn’t matter at all for what exact reason there was a fading of the feelings that just yesterday filled the hearts of the two lovers. Perhaps the lovers became disappointed in each other due to some situation; perhaps the time has come for parting... The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted. However, it is sad to realize this situation. Although everything happens in life, that’s what makes it interesting.
“Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.” After all, there is a certain amount of sadness and a certain bitterness in this expression, isn’t it?
Why does love go away?
Some of the scientists who study this feeling believe that love does not fit with the emotional state of any person. Most likely, it is close to the feelings of thirst or hunger. Based on this, we can assume that the bright feeling of romantic love is simply a biochemical need of any person. If you follow the path of exploring this assumption, you can quickly find the answer to the question: “Why does such a beautiful and strong feeling disappear somewhere?” When a person wants to eat, he is quite capable of opening the refrigerator, getting food from there and getting enough.
It is quite possible that exactly the same story happens with love. A person longs to fall in love, he meets someone who is at least a little like his dream, and that’s it - a spark flashes, and the fire of feelings burns brightly. At the beginning of a relationship, it is impossible to imagine even a short period of time without your loved one. But... love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted. Everything has disappeared without a trace, and even a light fog does not remind of the remaining ashes.
And only with the help of this expression, consisting of only four words, can one speak with some irony or slight nostalgia about a feeling that has already passed.
"Father" of famous lines
“Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.” Who is the author of such a simple but very sad poem? It was thanks to this man, Oleg Savostyanov, that the expression gained immense popularity. His poem was quoted everywhere. And they didn’t just quote. Craftsmen with a sense of humor even wrote many different variations on the theme of lost love and tomatoes that are not the first freshness.
There are a lot of such “rewritten verses”.
Berries and feelings. What do they have in common?
The love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted. Where did this rather strange comparison come from?
Tomatoes and love. What could be less similar? If you wish and have some imagination, you can see an association between how love fades and this plant withers. But the issue here also concerns the tomatoes themselves.
If the word “tomato” is translated from French into Russian, it will sound like “apple of love.” Yes, and they used to grow it in an ordinary pot, like an ornamental plant.
Green "jewels" of the 18th century
Couples in love most often came to their appointments in the gazebos. And the gazebos themselves were decorated with pots or beautiful boxes of tomatoes. Girls 200-250 years ago could pin a twig to the bodice of their dress, on which a harbinger of a berry would bloom. It was this branch that was the symbol of love. Of course, none of the young ladies, immersed in the abyss of love, wanted to give up such a modest piece of jewelry, but meaning so much for every young (and not so young) person.
It also happened that some of the charming fairies stopped appearing in public with a twig pinned on them. Then the entire public understood that something sad had happened.
About me and about you
“Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted.” You can recite a poem endlessly, each time finding something very personal in it, as if it was written just for you.
"Love has passed, the tomatoes have wilted." The author of these lines did not expect such attention to his work. Oleg Savostyanov's poem became very popular. After all, many people have had a similar situation, when they were in love to the very top, they wanted to sing and jump to the ceiling, and then suddenly - bam, and that’s it. Of course, this notorious “bang” does not appear out of nowhere and does not come suddenly. Most likely, something happened before, something that could not help but influence the perception of your soul mate and pushed you to a huge
And it is precisely this “something” that becomes a fairly strong and significant impetus for relationships, which may already be in a shaky and fragile state, to gradually become more transparent and illusory. Yes, everything is always great at first. There is enough strength and energy for absolutely everything: to build a house, to plant a tree (what can we say, a whole garden), and there remains a restless desire to visit the theatre, museum or nightclub. Unfortunately, such euphoria is short-lived. The couple begins to look more and more closely at each other, periodically looking for nasty character traits that do not inspire much sympathy, and actions that cannot become a source of pride for the partner. So a strange thing happens: at the beginning of a relationship, love burns like a star, but at the end, the berries wither too soon.
