Artists write canvases, poets write poems. And just as an artist with a brush, with one stroke, creates a play of chiaroscuro, so a poet, in one word, in one phrase, paints the subtlest shades and subtle shifts of artistic meaning. And now, before our eyes, as if in reality, a “Wonderful picture” appears, written in words.
The pictures are different. Some you want to look at and look at, others you don’t want to return to. Because they leave neither a trace nor a clue in the soul. So it is with poems. One describes the beauty of birch trees in five, or even ten, quatrains, the other in four lines. And these four lines attract, fascinate, and make you want to re-read them again and again.
Many people took on landscape lyrics, but not everyone succeeded in landscapes, and not everyone succeeded in writing lyrics. And Afanasy Fet brought together both. Wonderful poet, the greatest lyric landscape painter. According to Nekrasov, after A.S. Pushkin, there was no one except Fet, whose poetry would give so much poetic and aesthetic pleasure.
Afanasy Fet's poem has only two stanzas. No expression, no questions, no exclamations, no anxiety. Everything is simple, calm. Night. An amazing, fabulous silence emanates from the poet’s painting. This white plain with the full moon is like a winter scenery set for centuries.
The hostess winter came and turned the plain into a white canvas - smoothed out all the roughness and unevenness. The canvas, like a cover, like a canopy, covered the vanity, absorbed the movement. There was silence, the flat snowy surface was illuminated " by the light of the high heavens" On the fairy-tale surface - not a soul, only " distant sleigh running alone».
This moving point is like a symbol of the fate of a person who goes through his lonely life. life path. Only he and the Almighty. What's next? Everything lay low, frozen in anticipation, in anticipation of something wonderful. This is how children wait for the New Year. The anticipation is in the air. You can smell it. Waiting for a miracle is a sure sign of it. That’s why A. Fet calls his painting wonderful and dear, because in each of us there lives a child and a desire to see the incredible.
And theorists put the picture into pieces. They praised the inversion - high skies, distant sleighs. We were amazed by the sound, musicality, and lightness of the rhythm of the poem. We noticed the complete absence of verbs, and the manner of writing the poem - trochaic trimeter - characteristic of folk songs. We remembered that the work was from an early period and was included in the collection “Snow”.
Afanasy Fet lived to be 72 years old. His paradox as a lyrical landscape painter was that he was both enterprising and successful in matters of career and business. He began writing poems at the age of 15. Many young men at that time were fond of poetry, but for Afanasy Fet this hobby became destiny. Because future generations will remember him as a poet, and not as a landowner or military man. First, being deprived title of nobility, Fet made a military career.
After leaving the service, he bought an estate with his wife’s dowry and turned her into a wet nurse - the whole family lived on the income from the estate. Rye was grown, poultry was bred, and a stud farm was developed. And at the same time, the poet paid a lot of attention to creativity and self-development. Knew several languages. Before last days worked on translations. Despite the difficult and complex life, Afanasy Fet did not complain, he endured and in his works he sang love and nature - that is, the Creator and His creation.
MBOU "Sorsk secondary school No. 3 with in-depth study of individual subjects"
My thoughts on A.A. Fet’s poem
"Wonderful picture"
Performed:
Mironchuk Ksenia,
student of class 7A.
Supervisor:
Bezkorsaya L.G.
teacher of Russian language and literature
Sorsk, 2017
Why did I choose this topic?
A.V. Druzhinina about Fet: “The strength of Fet is that our poet knows how to get into the innermost recesses of the human soul... The poet makes clear to us the impulses of our own hearts before this or that scene of nature... The author in of the highest degree has...high musicality of verse...".
I wanted to prove that this is true, using the example of the poem “Wonderful Picture.”
Target work :
Study of artistic and visual means of the language of poetry, craftsmanshippoet.
Tasks :
- conduct an analytical reading of the text of the poem;
Convince yourself of the truth of the words of the critic Druzhinin about Fet’s poetic skill;
Convey your emotional perception text.
Study plan .
Justification for choosing the topic.
The purpose and objectives of the work.
Analysis of the poem “Wonderful Picture.”
Own creativity.
conclusions
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
Light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
Indeed, a wonderful picture. Only 8 lines, from which some kind of mystery emanates.Winter night.Plain white with snow. Above her in the high skies is the full moon. Shiny snow. And lonely sleighin this snowy expanse. Very beautiful! And a little sad. And this whole picture is painted in just one complex sentence. And that's what's surprising: the poem has 21 words: 8 nouns, 7 adjectives, 1 participle, 2 pronouns, 3 conjunctions. And not a single verb. I thought: why? I re-read the poem again. And suddenly I realized:The poet does not need verbs in this picture.Reading the poem, you feel that the picture painted by the poet does not change before our eyes, it is somehow frozen, there is no movement in it. Everything he writes about happens simultaneously. And verbs convey movement, the dynamics of changing pictures.
I imagine an endless plain covered with a white, fluffy sheet. There is a full moon above this vast space. It is very bright, and it makes the sky seem high. A yellow stream of light pours from it, making the snow glisten.Simple winter landscape. And what a beauty!It’s a little sad that the moon is lonely in the vast expanse of the sky. In the distance, a lonely sleigh is running along the snowy plain. But there is a man in the sleigh. And he is alone in this snowy night desert. I understand the feelings of this traveler. Finding yourself on a winter moonlit night in a snow-covered desert among endless expanses is probably a test for the soul. This double loneliness (in nature and in the human soul) makes it even sadder. And you understand that for Fet, man and nature are a single whole. It seems to me that the poet is delighted with this cold beauty of nature. This is felt both in the author’s direct assessment (“Wonderful picture, how dear you are to me...”) and in the selection of epithets. But the poet subtly understands the feelings of a lonely traveler.
Watching the poet’s skill, I saw how accurate and true the epithets are: the plain is “white”, the moon is “full”, the skies are “high”, sleigh “distant”, running “lonely”. The epithet “lonely” stands out from this series with its coloring and makes the reader think. All together they create a feeling of some kind of mystery, understatement.
Attracts attentioncolor scheme of the poem: full moon against the background of the night sky, dark silhouette of a sleigh on white snow. This contrast gives special expressiveness to the winter landscape.
The lines of the poem are short, each of them has two or three, and only one has four words. And one gets the impression of the completeness of the painted picture, everything is so precise and visible. The earthly world (plain, snow, sleigh) and the heavenly world (moon, heaven) merged, united in some kind of mystery. The poem is written in trochee; I learned that this is the meter most often used in folk songs. Indeed, the poem resembles a folk song. The cross rhyme in the quatrains is easy to understand and the rhymes are precise.
In the first quatrain, the ringing hard sound [r] is repeated three times. He fills the line with joy, a feeling of beauty. It is not in the second stanza. And that’s why this stanza sounds so easy. Buthere the sound [s] is repeated 6 times, which conveys the sensation of light, 4 times [n] - [n’]. There are 7 of these sounds in the first stanza. They are in almost every word. Alliteration makes a poemmusical, bright,beautiful,creates an impression of mysteryand combines the content of the stanzas. So, with the help of meter, rich rhyme and alliteration, the poet achieves the lightness of the verse, its musicality.
The last line talks about the lonely running of the sleigh. The word “lonely” makes me a little sad, butfeelings of loneliness do not arise, but a feeling of unity between man and nature appears. It seems to me that the “wonderful picture” painted by the poet is close to the truly Russian soul.Fet managed to convey beauty in a short poem winter night, a feeling of love, slight sadness, spiritual unity with native nature.
Conclusions.
My reflections on the content of the poem, observations of the poet’s skill allow me to conclude that A. A. Fet is Great master verse. He knows how to excite the soul with painted pictures of nature, to evoke experiences, positive emotions, i.e., according to the critic Druzhinin, “he knows how to climb into the innermost recesses of the human soul... he has a high musicality of verse...”
I want to reread the poem, experience high emotions again and again.
My poem.
Silvery snow, on fluffy branches,
Falling, spinning, Bullfinches are dancing,
It is from century to century, in winter colors
It falls in flakes. Lanterns are burning...
I wanted to convey the idea of the eternity of nature, its greatness and beauty, and that this greatness and eternity cannot be fully comprehended. And that’s why nature always excites, makes you feel like you’re a small part of it, makes your heart beat faster.
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“Wonderful picture” Afanasy Fet
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,Light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
Analysis of Fet's poem "Wonderful Picture"
The ability to convey all the beauty in a few phrases surrounding nature is one of the most striking distinctive features of Afanasy Fet’s work. He went down in the history of Russian poetry as an amazingly subtle lyricist and thoughtful landscape painter who was able to choose simple and precise words to describe rain, wind, forest, or different times of the year. At the same time, only the poet’s early works are distinguished by such liveliness and accuracy, when his soul was not yet clouded by a feeling of guilt before the woman he once loved. Subsequently, he dedicated a huge number of poems to Maria Lazic, moving further and further in his work into love and philosophical lyrics. However, a lot has survived early works poet, which are filled with amazing purity, lightness and harmony.
In 1842, Afanasy Fet wrote the poem “Wonderful Picture,” masterfully depicting a winter night landscape. For such works, the poet was often criticized by venerable writers, believing that the absence of deep thoughts in poetry is a sign of bad taste. However, Afanasy Fet did not claim to be an expert on human souls. He was simply trying to find simple and accessible words to talk about what he saw and felt. It is noteworthy that the author expressed his personal attitude to the surrounding reality extremely rarely, trying only to record various items and phenomena. However, in the poem “Wonderful Picture” the poet cannot resist admiration and, talking about a frosty winter night, admits: “How dear you are to me!” Fet feels a special charm in what surrounds him - “the white plain, the full moon” bring into the author’s life long-forgotten feelings of joy and peace, which are enhanced by “the lonely running of a distant sleigh.”
It would seem that there is nothing remarkable or worthy of attention in the recreated picture of a winter night. Probably, the poem itself was written at the moment when Afanasy Fet was making a short journey across the vast Russian expanses. But the tenderness that the author puts into every line of this work indicates that such a night walk gave the author incomparable pleasure. Fet manages to convey his true feelings and remind us all that we can experience happiness even from simple and familiar things, which we often simply do not pay attention to.
“Wonderful picture, how dear you are to me!”
(life of nature and man in the lyrics of A.A. Fet)
Russian literature knew many great poets who sang beauty native nature. And Afanasy Fet, a poet and connoisseur, occupies a special place pure art”, which showed the importance of every natural phenomenon, every moment of life.
Fet's work is imbued with a love of nature. In every word we can feel the poet’s reverent attitude towards her beauty. We cannot help but marvel at how beautiful Fet’s nature is in all the iridescence of colors, sounds, fragrances, how beautiful a person is in all the complexity of his emotional impulses, in the strength of his affections, in the depth of his experiences.
Landscape lyrics constitute the main wealth of the poet's lyrics. Fet knows how to see and hear an unusual amount in nature, to depict its innermost world, to convey his romantic admiration for meeting nature, and the philosophical thoughts born when contemplating its appearance. Fet is characterized by the amazing subtlety of a painter, the variety of experiences born from communication with nature. His poetics is based on a special philosophy that expresses the visible and invisible connections between man and nature.
In each of his poems, Fet describes with filigree precision the smallest details pictures of nature, as if looking at a painter’s canvas:
Let's sit here, by this willow tree,
What wonderful twists
On the bark around the hollow!
And how beautiful they are under the willow
Golden shimmers
A stream of shaking glass!
Thanks to Fet’s talent, we see not only a beautiful landscape, but also inhale the aroma of flowers, listen to the sounds of nature: the gentle singing of birds is complemented by the chirping of grasshoppers, and distant rumbles of thunder can already be heard... How easy it is to imagine a sultry summer day, when “the smell of honey is wafting in the air.” " and you can hear the "restless ringing of grasshoppers"!
The verbless poems of Afanasy Fet paint unusually precise, succinct and at the same time dynamic pictures of nature. The poem “This morning, this joy...” excites us more and more with each line. We see a bright blue sky, an avalanche of sounds falls on us, and the final chord is a sleepless night. This only happens in spring!
This morning, this joy,
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings,
These flocks, these birds,
This talk of the waters,
These willows and birches,
These drops - these tears,
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This noise and whistle,
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This darkness and heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
This is all spring.
There is not a single verb in the narrator’s monologue - Fet’s favorite technique, but there is also not a single defining word here, except for the pronominal adjective “this” (“these”, “this”), repeated twenty-two times! By refusing epithets, the author seems to admit the powerlessness of words.
The lyrical plot of this short poem is based on the movement of the narrator's eyes from the vault of heaven to the earth, from nature to the human dwelling. First we see the blue of the sky and flocks of birds, then the sounding and blooming spring land - willows and birches covered with delicate foliage, mountains and valleys. Finally, words about a person are heard. In the last lines a glance lyrical hero turned inward, into his feelings.
For humans, spring is associated with the dream of love. At this time, creative forces awaken in him, allowing him to “soar” above nature, to recognize and feel the unity of all things.
The incredibly romantic poem “Whisper, Timid Breath” takes us to a quiet summer night. The murmur of a stream and the song of a nightingale is the music that accompanies the meeting of lovers. The poem has no verbs, and yet it is filled with movement. Fragmentary images (the life of the heart, the life of nature) fit together, like pieces of a mosaic, into a single picture.
Fet does not describe the whole picture, but will give several precise strokes so that the “mixing of colors” into a single “tone” occurs in the reader’s imagination.
Whisper, timid breathing.
The trill of a nightingale,
Silver and sway
Sleepy stream.
Night light, night shadows,
Endless shadows
A series of magical changes
Sweet face
There are purple roses in the smoky clouds,
Amber reflection
And kisses and tears,
And dawn, dawn!..
This imagery, this close attention to detail, the richness of epithets and definitions make up the poet’s special style. The theme of nature also reveals other features of Fet’s lyrics: his associativeness and musicality of syllables.
In the haze - the invisible
The month of spring has floated out.
Garden color breathes
Apple tree, cherry tree.
So he clings and kisses
Secretly and immodestly.
And aren't you sad?
And aren't you languid?
It’s not entirely clear why one should feel sad on such a quiet, languid night. And even after reading the poem to the end, we experience a feeling of some understatement, as if we did not learn something very important. And we can only guess, fantasize, dream.
Fet's lyrics are very musical - many of his poems have become famous romances. It is also necessary to note such a feature of Fet’s work as the absence of acute social conflicts, pictures of poverty and lawlessness, which were often addressed by many of the poet’s contemporaries, for example, N. A. Nekrasov. Such detachment from social problems was sometimes condemned by other poets. However, this does not reduce the value of Fet’s lyrics. There is an opinion that “a poet in Russia is more than a poet,” but not everyone can be a formidable speaker calling on the people to transform society. Perhaps, in our technological age, it is much more important to understand how beautiful and defenseless the nature around us is, and to be able to preserve it, so that our descendants can admire sparkling ponds, lush green grass, springs, forests and fields.
Indeed, the landscapes created by the poet are amazing and inspiring, close to the heart of every Russian person. For Fet, nature is not connected with peasant labor, as with Nekrasov, or with the world of spiritual experiences, as with Lermontov. But at the same time, the poet’s perception of it is vivid, direct and emotional. The landscape here is always an individual and personal perception, capturing not only some natural phenomenon, but also the mood of the poet. For Fet, nature is always an object of artistic delight and aesthetic pleasure. Moreover, the poet’s focus is on the most ordinary phenomena, and not at all on spectacular, colorful pictures. And every fleeting impression has its own appeal for Fet. He unaccountably enjoys life without thinking about it. He is characterized by a kind of simple-minded view of the phenomena of life, characteristic of an unclouded consciousness.
The poet's works represent all our seasons: gentle spring - with fluffy willows, with the first lilies of the valley, with thin sticky leaves of blossoming birches; a burning, sultry summer - with sparkling tart air, with a blue canvas of the sky, with golden ears of fields spread out in the distance; cool, invigorating autumn - with colorful slopes of forests, with birds stretching into the distance; the dazzling Russian winter - with its irrepressible blizzard, the freshness of the snow, the intricate patterns of frost on the window glass. Fet loves to observe the mystery of natural life, and the whole cycle of it, all its diversity and polyphony, opens to his gaze. Here the “idle spy of nature” watches the flight of a swallow over the “evening pond”, here the airy outlines of a butterfly clearly appear on a flower, here the queen rose blossoms, blazing with a delicate aroma, feeling the proximity of the nightingale, here the noisy herons come to life, rejoicing at the first sun rays, here a careless bee crawls into the “carnation of fragrant lilac.”
The theme of spring occupies a special place in A. Fet’s natural lyrics. With the arrival of spring, everything around changes: it’s as if nature is waking up after a long sleep, throwing off the shackles of winter. And the same awakening, renewal occurs in the soul of the lyrical hero Fet. But along with joy, the soul is filled with incomprehensible melancholy, sadness, and confusion. And Fet became the first poet to show the complex, contradictory feelings of the hero, the changes in his moods, and the influence of nature on his state of mind.
An interesting poem is “Still fragrant bliss of spring...”, in which the author shows the very beginning of spring, when nature is just beginning to awaken. There is still snow, the roads are frozen, and the sun only warms up at noon. But the soul already lives in anticipation of warmth, light, love.
More fragrant spring bliss
She didn’t have time to come down to us,
The ravines are still full of snow,
Even before dawn the cart rattles
On a frozen path.
The sun barely warms at noon,
The linden tree turns red in height,
Through, the birch tree turns a little yellow,
And the nightingale does not yet dare
Sing in a currant bush.
But the news of rebirth is alive
Already there are in the passing cranes,
And, following them with my eyes,
The beauty of the steppe is standing
With a bluish blush on her cheeks.
Reading “Spring Thoughts”, you can’t help but admire how masterly Afanasy Fet’s command of words is:
Again the birds are flying from afar
To the shores that break the ice,
The warm sun goes high
And the fragrant lily of the valley awaits.
Again, nothing can calm your heart
Up to the cheeks of the rising blood,
And with a bribed soul you believe,
That, like the world, love is endless.
But will we get so close again?
We are in the midst of tender nature,
As seen walking low
Us the cold sun of winter?
“Ice-breaking shores” - and we already hear the crackling of breaking ice, see seething river flows and even feel the tart, pungent, exciting smell that only the March wind fills.
The green round dance of trees, the ringing song of a sparkling stream, curly ivy, associated with spring thirst - all this pleases and excites the poet, instilling in him an extraordinary thirst for life, admiration for its eternal beauty. Fet correlates nature with human feelings, with a special perception of life. So, spring gives rise to some kind of special laziness, vague melancholy, sensual bliss in him:
I will disappear from melancholy and laziness,
Lonely life is not nice
My heart aches, my knees weaken,
In every carnation of fragrant lilac,
A bee crawls in singing.
Let me at least go out into an open field
Or I'll get completely lost in the forest...
With every step it doesn't get easier in freedom,
The heart is burning more and more,
It’s like I carry coal in my chest.
No, wait! With my longing
I'll part here. The bird cherry is sleeping.
Ah, those bees under her again!
And I just can’t understand
Is it ringing in the flowers or in my ears?
In poems about spring, the inextricable connection between nature and man could not be more clearly visible. Almost all poems that seem to be written about nature also talk about love experiences. Fet often reveals the soul of the lyrical hero through images of nature, so we can talk about the symbolism of his poems.
Afanasy Fet, praising the beauty of nature, also showed the beauty of human souls. His poems, sincere, deep, sensual, still resonate in the hearts of readers.
The romance “At dawn, don’t wake her up...” sounds.
A. A. Fet turned to images of nature many times throughout his career. creative path. Describing nature, the poet conveys the most subtle, almost elusive shades emotional states lyrical hero. In these verses, the “life of the soul” acquires fullness and meaning in contact with nature, and nature finds its true existence in contact with the living soul, refracted through the “magic crystal” of human perception.
But the poet’s focus is not only on groves, trees, flowers, fields; poetic world Feta, like real world, inhabited by living creatures, whose habits are clearly described by the poet. Here is a nimble fish gliding near the very surface of the water, and its “blue back” shimmers with silver; in the winter frost in the house “the cat sings, his eyes squinting.” Birds are especially often mentioned in Fet's lyrics: cranes, swallows, rooks, sparrows and just a bird sheltering in its nest from bad weather:
And the roll call of thunder roars,
And the noisy darkness is so black...
Only you, my sweet bird,
In a warm nest it is barely visible.
The natural images created by the poet are extremely concrete, tangible, full of numerous visual details, smells, and sounds. Here is a hot summer day, sparkling and sultry, playing with its bright, dazzling colors: “the vaults of the sky are turning blue,” wavy clouds are quietly floating. From somewhere in the grass comes the restless and crackling sound of a grasshopper. The dry and hot afternoon slumbers indistinctly. But nearby there is a thick linden tree, in the shade of its branches it is fresh and cool, the midday heat does not penetrate there:
How fresh it is here under the thick linden tree -
The midday heat did not penetrate here,
And thousands hanging above me
Fragrant fans sway.
And there, in the distance, the burning air sparkles,
Hesitating, as if he was dozing.
So sharply dry, soporific and crackling
The restless sound of grasshoppers.
Behind the darkness of the branches the vaults of the sky turn blue,
Lightly shrouded in haze,
And, like the dreams of a dying nature,
Wavy clouds pass.
The famous poem “I came to you with greetings...” - a passionate monologue delivered in one breath - allows you not only to see all the shades of the summer morning landscape, but also to get an idea of the spiritual properties of the narrator - the richness of his emotional life, vividness of perception, ability to see and express the beauty of the world.
I came to you with greetings,
Tell me that the sun has risen
What is it with hot light
The sheets began to flutter;
Tell me that the forest has woken up,
All woke up, every branch,
Every bird was startled
And full of thirst in spring;
Tell me that with the same passion,
Like yesterday, I came again,
That the soul is still the same happiness
And I’m ready to serve you;
Tell me that from everywhere
It blows over me with joy,
That I don’t know myself that I will
Sing - but only the song is ripening.
Particular attention to the “music of the world” can be found in most of the poet’s works. Fet is generally one of the most “musical” Russian poets. The poet saturates his works with harmonious sounds and melodic intonations.
Fetov's lyrical hero does not want to know suffering and sorrow, think about death, or see social evil. He lives in his own harmonious and bright world, created from exciting in its beauty and infinitely diverse pictures of nature, refined experiences and aesthetic shocks.
For Fet, nature is a source of constant inspiration and delight. The poet shows us nature at different times of the year, each of which is beautiful in its own way.
Most people associate autumn with the period of dying in nature. And the poets did not pay too much attention to this time of year.
The poem “Autumn Rose” by Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet describes late autumn. Autumn is a time of peace, a time of departure and farewell, a time of reflection. It is filled with emptiness. One gets the impression that beyond autumn there is nothing but eternity. But at the same time, it is pleasing that the only rose does not want to let go of the warm season, so “spring blows.” The poet claims that life goes on, that the flower will remind him of sunny days and take you into the future, closer to spring.
The forest has shed its peaks,
The garden has revealed its brow,
September has died, and dahlias
The breath of the night burned.
But in a breath of frost
Among the dead there is one,
Only you alone, Queen Rose,
Fragrant and lush.
In spite of cruel trials
And the anger of the dying day
You are the outline and breath
In the spring you blow on me.
The poem “Autumn,” written in 1883, reflects two different, even opposing moods. The poem was written in October. This is exactly the middle of autumn, the time when summer has already gone, and winter has not yet arrived, and the soul is in turmoil. Therefore, at the beginning of the work we feel how the author begins to be sad about the coming autumn.
Further, the poet remembers that autumn is not so sad and sad, that at this time you can also live and love, you can enjoy what is happening and believe that everything is just beginning.
How sad the dark days are
Soundless and cold autumn!
What joyless languor
They are asking to enter our souls!
But there are also days when there is blood
Gold leaf decorations
Burning autumn looks for the eyes
And the sultry whims of love.
Bashful sadness is silent,
Only the defiant is heard,
And, freezing so magnificently,
She doesn't feel sorry for anything anymore.
The emotionality of the poem gradually decreases, feelings freeze, peace and tranquility sets in.
The pictures that A. A. Fet gives in his poems are very easy to imagine, so accurately does the poet notice the main signs of weather changes at a particular time of the year. However, Fet's landscape lyrics are not a photographic snapshot where everything is frozen once and for all. Poetic images in Fet's poems can rather be compared to video filming, which allows you to capture a picture of the surrounding world in motion.
The character and tension of Fet's lyrical experience depend on the state of nature. The seasons change in a circle - from spring to spring. Fet’s feelings move in the same peculiar circle: not from the past to the future, but from spring to spring, with its necessary, inevitable return. In the collection (1850), the “Snow” cycle is given first place. Fet's winter cycle is multi-motivated: he sings about a sad birch tree in winter clothing, about how “the night is bright, the frost is shining,” “and the frost has drawn patterns on the double glass.” The snowy plains attract the poet:
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
Light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
Fet confesses his love for the winter landscape. In his poems, the shining winter prevails, in the brilliance of the sun, in the diamonds of snowflakes and snow sparks, in the crystal of icicles, in the silvery fluff of frosty eyelashes. The associative series in this lyric does not go beyond the boundaries of nature itself; here is its own beauty, which does not need human spirituality. Rather, it itself spiritualizes and enlightens the personality. It was Fet, following Pushkin, who sang the Russian winter, only he managed to reveal its aesthetic meaning in such a multifaceted way. Fet introduced rural landscapes and scenes of folk life into his poems; he appeared in his poems as “a bearded grandfather,” he “groans and crosses himself,” or a daring coachman in a troika.
If the poet’s spring pictures of nature are joyful, filled with light, warmth, life, then in winter landscapes the motif of death often arises: a sad birch tree is dressed in “mourning” attire, an ominous wind whistles over an oak cross, bright winter light illuminates the passage of the crypt. The thought of death, of non-existence, of a deserted land merges in the poet’s imagination with the view of winter nature, asleep in eternal sleep:
The village sleeps under a veil of snow,
There are no paths throughout the wide steppe.
Yes, that’s right: over a distant mountain
I recognized a church with a dilapidated bell tower.
Like a frozen traveler in snow dust,
She sticks out in the cloudless distance.
No winter birds, no midges on the snow.
I understood everything: the earth has long cooled down
And died out...
If spring nature The poet associates it with morning awakening, then winter - with the silence of a moonlit night. In Fet's lyrics we often encounter a winter night landscape:
The night is bright, the frost is shining,
Come out - the snow crunches;
Pristyazhnaya gets cold
And it doesn’t stand still.
Let's sit down, I'll button up the cavity, -
The night is bright and the path is smooth.
You don’t say a word, I’ll shut up,
And - went somewhere!
Fet was always attracted to the poetic theme of evening and night. It's early for the poet
a special aesthetic attitude towards the night and the onset of darkness has developed. On
In the new stage of creativity, he already began to call entire collections “Evening Lights”, in them, as it were, a special, Fetov philosophy of the night. The image of the night in the lyrics of A.A. Feta is unsteady, wavering. It envelops the reader in a light haze and immediately disappears somewhere. For the lyrical hero A.A. Feta night is a wonderful time of day when a person is alone with himself and his thoughts. And in this gloomy darkness he thinks...
The romance “I won’t tell you anything…” sounds
In the poem “What a Night!..” the author admires his favorite time of day. The poet describes the night with the extraordinary delight inherent in a true romantic. He describes the extraordinary beauty of a leaf, a shadow, a wave, noticing the smallest details in them. The poet animates them. This is how the obvious boundary between man and nature is washed away, they find harmony in silence. And at this time the feelings of the lyrical hero become sharper, he special attention observes nature.
What a night! How clean the air is
Like a silver leaf slumbering,
Like the shadow of the coastal willows,
How serenely the bay sleeps,
How a wave will not breathe anywhere,
How the chest is filled with silence!
Midnight light, you are the same day:
Whiter is only the shine, blacker is the shadow,
Only the smell of juicy herbs is subtler,
Only the mind is brighter, the disposition is more peaceful,
Yes, instead of passion he wants breasts
Breathe this air.
In the poem "In moonlight“A wonderful, light night helps the lyrical hero forget about worries and go for a walk. He is not able to languish his soul in the house, he cannot change his habit. The lyrical hero needs contact with the darkness of the night, like air, he lives in anticipation of the cherished hour - night, then all his feelings will be aimed at merging with night nature.
Let's go out with you to wander
In the moonlight!
How long does it take to languish the soul?
In dark silence!
Pond like shiny steel
The grass is crying
Mill, river and distance
In the moonlight.
Is it possible to grieve and not live?
Are we in fascination?
Let's go out and wander quietly
In the moonlight!
This entire space is imbued with the spirit of the night, saturated with moonlight. This landscape sketch fully helps the reader understand the lyrical hero, because the night enchanted him with its beauty. The image of the dark time of day is drawn by the author in a quiet, serene, light moonlight, this gives the night a special mystery. It is at this time that you want to live, love, enjoy the world around you more strongly and not waste a single minute.
In the poem “Still May Night,” the reader is shown the beauty of the last month of spring, and at night. Here two favorite motifs of A.A. merge. Feta - spring and night.
What a night! Everything is so blissful!
Thank you, dear midnight land!
From the kingdom of ice, from the kingdom of blizzards and snow
How fresh and clean your May leaves!
What a night! Every single star
Warmly and meekly they look into the soul again,
And in the air behind the nightingale's song
Anxiety and love spread.
The birches are waiting. Their leaves are translucent
Shyly beckons and pleases the eye.
They are shaking. So to the newlywed virgin
Her attire is both joyful and alien.
No, never more tender and incorporeal
Your face, O night, could not torment me!
Again I come to you with an involuntary song,
Involuntary - and the last, perhaps.
This is probably explained by the evening time of day, when the soul of the lyrical hero feels nature more acutely and is in harmony with it. During this magical time, the air is saturated with nightingale singing, anxious thoughts and love. At night, all images take on a special shape, everything comes to life and is immersed in the world of night sensations. Birch trees become like newlywed maidens, they are just as young and fresh, their leaves shyly attract and delight the eye, their movements waver and tremble. This gentle, disembodied image of the night has always tormented the soul of the lyrical hero. The mysterious world of night darkness again and again pushes him “with an involuntary song” to plunge into himself.
Thus, the image of the night in the lyrics of A.A. Feta appears before the reader as a wonderful time, full of mysteries, beautiful landscapes, and light sensations. The author constantly glorifies the night. It is at night that all permanent corners open human soul, because this is a time of creation, creativity, poetry.
The poet sang beauty where he saw it, and he found it everywhere. He was an artist with exceptional developed sense beauty, which is probably why the pictures of nature in his poems are so beautiful, which he took as it is, without allowing any decorations of reality.
In all descriptions of nature, A. Fet is impeccably faithful to its smallest features, shades, and moods. It was thanks to this that the poet created amazing works that for so many years have amazed us with psychological accuracy, filigree precision.
Fet builds a picture of the world that he sees, feels, touches, hears. And in this world everything is important and significant: the clouds, the moon, the beetle, the harrier, the crake, the stars, and the Milky Way. Every bird, every flower, every tree and every blade of grass are not just components of the overall picture - they all have unique characteristics, even character.
Fet's relationship with nature is a complete dissolution in its world, a state of anxious anticipation of a miracle:
I'm waiting... Nightingale echo
Rushing from the shining river,
Grass under the moon in diamonds,
Fireflies burn on caraway seeds.
I'm waiting... Dark blue sky
In both small and large stars,
I can hear the heartbeat
And trembling in the arms and legs.
I'm waiting... There's a breeze from the south;
It’s warm for me to stand and walk;
The star rolled to the west...
Sorry, golden one, sorry!
Nature in Fet’s lyrics lives its own varied life and is shown not in some static states fixed in time and space, but in dynamics, in movement, in transitions from one state to another:
Fancy shadows grow, grow,
Merging into one shadow...
Already gilded the last steps
The day has passed.
What called to live, what was burning with strength -
Far behind the mountain.
Like the ghost of the day, you pale luminary,
You rise above the earth.
In the lines of Fetov’s lyrics, the landscape of central Russia is miraculously visibly depicted. And the completion of this task alone would be enough for Fet’s name to be etched in the history of our literature. But Fet set an even more ambitious goal: behind the field in literally words, the reader was supposed to see the field of the human soul. For this reason, Fet rubbed paints on his palette, for this reason he looked closely, and listened, and scrutinized the trees and grasses, lakes and rivers. Fet's lyrics depict nature and the person who perceives it in a harmonious unity, in a totality of inseparable manifestations.
Fet is surprisingly modern. His poetry is fresh and reverent, it excites our imagination, evokes deep thoughts, makes us feel the beauty of our fatherland and the euphony of the Russian word. The poet teaches us to notice the beauty of every moment and appreciate it, understanding that eternity is born from moments.
Fet’s captivating poems are eternal, like “the talk of the stars in the heavens,” like the trills of a nightingale, like the timid breath of love...
Fet valued his creativity and beauty in everything. His whole life is a search for beauty in nature, love, even in death. Did he find her? This question will be answered only by those who truly understood Fet’s poetry: heard the music of his poems, saw the landscape paintings, felt the beauty of his poetic lines and himself learned to find beauty in the world around him.
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Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
Light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
A. Fet confesses his love for the winter landscape. In A. Fet’s poems, the shining winter prevails, in the brilliance of the prickly sun, in the diamonds of snowflakes and snow sparks, in the crystal of icicles, in the silvery fluff of frosty eyelashes. The associative series in this lyric does not go beyond the boundaries of nature itself; here is its own beauty, which does not need human spirituality. Rather, it itself spiritualizes and enlightens the personality. A. Fet introduced rural landscapes and scenes of folk life into his poems; he appeared in his poems as “a bearded grandfather,” he “groans and crosses himself,” or a daring coachman in a troika.
The poetry of F. Tyutchev is a unique lyrical confession a person who visited “this world in its cancerous moments,” in the era of the collapse of centuries-old social foundations, moral dogmas and religious beliefs.
In his lyrical masterpieces, F. Tyutchev outwardly proceeds as if not from a predetermined thought, but from a feeling or impression that suddenly captured him, inspired by phenomena of the external world, the surrounding reality, a momentary emotional experience. The poet sees a rainbow and immediately sketches out a small “landscape in verse” of just eight lines, as N. Nekrasov aptly called his poetic pictures of nature. But the process of creating a poem does not end there. In the poet’s creative vision, the brightness and fleetingness of the “rainbow vision” entails a different image - bright and fleeting human happiness. A new stanza appears, and the “landscape in verse” takes on the meaning of a philosophical allegory (“How unexpected and bright.”).
Another example. The hopeless rain inspires the poet with the idea of equally hopeless human grief, and he writes poems not about rain, but about tears. However, the entire intonation, the entire rhythmic structure of the poem is imbued with the incessant sound of falling raindrops (“human tears, oh human tears.”).
A. Fet was always attracted to the poetic theme of evening and night. The poet early developed a special aesthetic attitude towards the night and the onset of darkness. At the new stage of his creativity, he already began to call entire collections “Evening Lights”, in them, as it were, a special, Fetov philosophy of the night.
In the “night poetry” of A. Fet, a complex of associations is revealed: night - abyss - shadows - sleep - visions - secret, intimate - love - the unity of the “night soul” of a person with the night element. This image receives philosophical deepening and a new second meaning in his poems; In the content of the poem, a second plan appears - symbolic. His association “night-abyss” takes on a philosophical and poetic perspective. She begins to get closer to human life. The abyss is an airy road - the path of human life.
MAY NIGHT
Lagging clouds fly over us
The last crowd.
Their transparent segment softly melts
At the crescent moon
A mysterious power reigns in spring
With stars on the forehead. -
You, tender! You promised me happiness
On a vain land.
Where is the happiness? Not here, in a wretched environment,
And there it is - like smoke
Follow him! follow him! by air -
And we'll fly away into eternity.
The May night promises happiness, a person flies through life in pursuit of happiness, the night is an abyss, a person flies into the abyss, into eternity. Further development this association: night - human existence - the essence of being. A. Fet imagines the night hours as revealing the secrets of the universe. The poet's nocturnal insight allows him to look “from time to eternity,” he sees “the living altar of the universe.” Association night - abyss - human existence, developing in the poetry of A. Fet, absorbs the ideas of Schopenhauer. However, the closeness of the poet A. Fet to the philosopher is very conditional and relative. The ideas of the world as a representation, man as a contemplator of existence, thoughts about intuitive insights, apparently, were close to A. Fet.
The idea of death is woven into the figurative association of A. Fet’s poems about the night and human existence (the poem “Sleep and Death”, written in 1858). Sleep is full of the bustle of the day, death is full of majestic peace. A. Fet gives preference to death, draws its image as the embodiment of a unique beauty.
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