"About beauty human faces»
Russia has long been famous for its poets, true masters of words. The names of Pushkin, Lermontov, Tyutchev, Fet, Yesenin and others are no less talented people known all over the world. One of the masters of words who lived in the twentieth century was the poet N. A. Zabolotsky. His work is as multifaceted as life. Unusual images, the magical melody of the verse are what attracts us to his poetry. Zabolotsky passed away very young, in the prime of his creative powers, but left a magnificent legacy for his descendants. The themes of his work are very diverse.
In the poem “On the Beauty of Human Faces” II.L. Zabolotsky acts as a master psychological portrait. The various human faces he described in this work correspond to various types characters. Through the external mood and emotional expression of N.A.’s face. Zabolotsky strives to look into a person’s soul, to see his inner essence. The poet compares faces with houses: some are magnificent portals, others are miserable shacks. The technique of contrast helps the author to more clearly outline the differences between people. Some are sublime and purposeful, filled with life plans, others are wretched and pitiful, and others generally look aloof: all in themselves, closed to others.
Among the many different faces-houses N.A. Zabolotsky finds one unsightly, poor hut. But from her window flows “breath spring day».
The poem ends with an optimistic ending: “There are faces - the likeness of jubilant songs. From these notes, shining like the sun, a song of heavenly heights is composed.”
ABOUT THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN FACES
There are faces like lush portals,
Where everywhere the great is seen in the small.
There are faces - like miserable shacks,
Where the liver is cooked and the rennet is soaked.
Other cold, dead faces
Closed with bars, like a dungeon.
Others are like towers in which for a long time
No one lives and looks out the window.
But I once knew a small hut,
She was unprepossessing, not rich,
But from the window she looks at me
The breath of a spring day flowed.
Truly the world is both great and wonderful!
There are faces - similarities to jubilant songs.
From these notes, like the sun, shining
A song of heavenly heights has been composed.
Read by Igor Kvasha
Themes of poems by N.A. Zabolotsky is diverse. He can be called a philosophical poet and singer of nature. He has many faces, like life. But the main thing is the poems of N.A. Zabolotsky is forced to think about good and evil, hatred and love, beauty...
What is beauty
And why do people deify her?
She is a vessel in which there is emptiness,
Or a fire flickering in a vessel?
The eternal question posed in “The Ugly Girl” is illuminated somewhat differently in the poem “On the Beauty of Human Faces,” which was written in the same year, nineteen fifty-five.
“Truly the world is both great and wonderful!” - with these words the poet completes the image of the gallery of human portraits. ON THE. Zabolotsky does not talk about people, he draws faces, with which - character, behavior. The descriptions given by the author are surprisingly accurate. Everyone can see in them their own reflection or characteristics of friends and loved ones. Before us are faces “like lush portals,” “like miserable hovels,” “dead faces,” faces “like towers,” “like jubilant songs.” This picture once again affirms the theme of the diversity of the world. But questions immediately arise: “Are they all beautiful? And what is true beauty?
ON THE. Zabolotsky gives the answers. For him there is almost no difference between faces like a miserable hovel or a magnificent portal. These “...cold, dead faces are closed with bars, like a dungeon.” Alien to him and
Towers in which for a long time
No one lives and looks out the window.
There is no life in these faces, no wonder important characteristic here are epithets with a negative connotation (“pathetic”, “cold, dead”).
The tone of the poem changes when the author paints the opposite picture:
But I once knew a small hut,
She was unprepossessing, not rich,
But from the window she looks at me
The breath of a spring day flowed.
Movement, warmth, and joy come into the work with these lines.
Thus, the poem is built on opposition (lush portals - miserable hovels, towers - a small hut, a dungeon - the sun). The antithesis separates greatness and baseness, light and darkness, talent and mediocrity.
The author states: inner beauty, “like the sun,” can make even the “smallest hut” attractive. Thanks to her, a “song of heavenly heights” is compiled, capable of making the world wonderful and great. The word “similarity” and its cognates “similar”, “likeness” run through the entire poem as a refrain. With their help the topic is true and false beauty is revealed most fully. This cannot be real, it is only an imitation, a fake that cannot replace the original.
An important function in the first four lines is performed by anaphora (“There is...”, “Where...”), which helps to reveal images according to a single scheme: complex sentences with subordinate clauses:
There are faces like lush portals,
Where everywhere the great is seen in the small.
There are faces - like miserable shacks,
Where the liver is cooked and the rennet is soaked.
In the next four lines special role is given over to comparisons (“like a prison,” “like towers”), creating a gloomy picture of external greatness that cannot replace internal harmony.
The emotional mood changes completely in the next eight lines. This is largely due to the diversity expressive means: personification (“breath of a spring day”), epithets (“jubilant”, “shining”), comparison (“like the sun”), metaphor (“song of heavenly heights”). Appears here lyrical hero, which immediately from the kaleidoscope of faces highlights the main thing, truly beautiful, capable of bringing the purity and freshness of a “spring day” into the lives of others, illuminating “like the sun,” and composing a song of “heavenly heights.”
So what is beauty? I look at the portrait of a serious, no longer young man. Tired look, high forehead, compressed lips, wrinkles in the corners of the mouth. “Ugly...” - I would probably say that if I didn’t know that in front of me was N.A. Zabolotsky. But I know and am sure: a person who wrote such amazing poetry cannot be ugly. It's not about appearance, it's just a "vessel". What is important is the “fire flickering in the vessel.”
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“On the beauty of human faces” Nikolai Zabolotsky
There are faces like lush portals,
Where everywhere the great is seen in the small.
There are faces - like miserable shacks,
Where the liver is cooked and the rennet is soaked.
Other cold, dead faces
Closed with bars, like a dungeon.
Others are like towers in which for a long time
No one lives and looks out the window.
But I once knew a small hut,
She was unprepossessing, not rich,
But from the window she looks at me
The breath of a spring day flowed.
Truly the world is both great and wonderful!
There are faces - similarities to jubilant songs.
From these notes, like the sun, shining
A song of heavenly heights has been composed.
Analysis of Zabolotsky’s poem “On the beauty of human faces”
The poet Nikolai Zabolotsky felt people very subtly and knew how to characterize them by several features or accidentally dropped phrases. However, the author believed that his face can tell the most about a person, which is very difficult to control. Indeed, the corners of the lips, wrinkles on the forehead or dimples on the cheeks indicate what emotions people experience even before they directly say so. Over the years, these emotions leave their indelible imprint on faces, which is no less fun and interesting to “read” than a fascinating book.
It is this kind of “reading” that the author talks about in his poem “On the Beauty of Human Faces.” This work was written in 1955 - at the dawn of the poet’s life. Experience and natural intuition allowed him to this moment to accurately determine the internal “content” of any interlocutor just by the movement of his eyebrows. In this poem, the poet gives a classification to various people, and it turns out to be surprisingly apt. Indeed, even today you can easily find faces “like magnificent portals”, which belong to people who are nothing special, but at the same time trying to look weightier and more significant. Another type of such individuals, according to the author, instead of faces have “the resemblance of pitiful shacks.” Unlike pompous individuals, such people are aware of their worthlessness and do not try to disguise it under smart looks and skeptically curled lips. Tower faces and dungeon faces belong to those who are almost completely closed to communication By various reasons. Alienation, arrogance, personal tragedy, self-sufficiency - all these qualities are also reflected in facial expressions and eye movements, without going unnoticed by the poet. The author himself is impressed by faces that resemble small huts, where “the breath of a spring day flowed from the windows.” Such faces, according to Zabolotsky, are like a “jubilant song” because they are filled with joy, open to everyone and so friendly that you want to look at them again and again. “From these notes, shining like the sun, a song of heavenly heights is composed,” notes the author, emphasizing that the inner, spiritual beauty every person is always reflected on the face and is a certain barometer of the well-being of the entire society. True, not everyone knows how to “read” facial expressions and enjoy getting to know people through their faces.
Themes of poems by N.A. Zabolotsky is diverse. He can be called a philosophical poet and singer of nature. He has many faces, like life. But the main thing is the poems of N.A. Zabolotsky is forced to think about good and evil, hatred and love, beauty...
...what beauty is
And why do people deify her?
She is a vessel in which there is emptiness,
Or a fire flickering in a vessel?
The eternal question posed in “The Ugly Girl” is illuminated somewhat differently in the poem “On the Beauty of Human Faces,” which was written in the same year, nineteen fifty-five.
“Truly the world is both great and wonderful!” – with these words the poet completes the image of the gallery of human portraits. ON THE. Zabolotsky does not talk about people, he draws faces, behind which there is character and behavior. The descriptions given by the author are surprisingly accurate. Everyone can see in them their own reflection or characteristics of friends and loved ones. Before us are faces “like lush portals,” “like miserable hovels,” “dead faces,” faces “like towers,” “like jubilant songs.” This picture once again affirms the theme of the diversity of the world. But questions immediately arise: “Are they all beautiful? And what is true beauty?
ON THE. Zabolotsky gives the answers. For him there is almost no difference between faces like a miserable hovel or a magnificent portal. These
...cold, dead faces
Closed with bars, like a dungeon.
Alien to him and
...towers in which for a long time
No one lives and looks out the window.
There is no life in these faces; it is not for nothing that an important characteristic here are epithets with a negative connotation (“pathetic,” “cold, dead”).
The tone of the poem changes when the author paints the opposite picture:
But I once knew a small hut,
She was unprepossessing, not rich,
But from the window she looks at me
The breath of a spring day flowed.
Movement, warmth, and joy come into the work with these lines.
Thus, the poem is built on opposition (lush portals - miserable shacks, towers - a small hut, a dungeon - the sun). The antithesis separates greatness and baseness, light and darkness, talent and mediocrity.
The author claims: inner beauty, “like the sun,” can make even the “smallest hut” attractive. Thanks to her, a “song of heavenly heights” is compiled, capable of making the world wonderful and great. The word “similarity” and its cognates “similar”, “likeness” run through the entire poem as a refrain. With their help, the theme of true and false beauty is revealed most fully. This cannot be real, it is only an imitation, a fake that cannot replace the original.
An important function in the first four lines is performed by anaphora (“There is..”, “Where...”), which helps to reveal images according to a single scheme: complex sentences with subordinate clauses:
There are faces like lush portals,
Where everywhere the great is seen in the small.
There are faces - like miserable shacks,
Where the liver is cooked and the rennet is soaked.
In the next four lines, a special role is given to comparisons (“like a dungeon,” “like towers”), creating a gloomy picture of external greatness that cannot replace internal harmony.
The emotional mood changes completely in the next eight lines. This is largely due to the variety of expressive means: personification (“breath of a spring day”), epithets (“jubilant”, “shining”), comparison (“like the sun”), metaphor (“song of heavenly heights”). Here a lyrical hero appears, who immediately from the kaleidoscope of faces singles out the main thing, truly beautiful, capable of bringing the purity and freshness of a “spring day” into the lives of those around him, illuminating “like the sun,” and composing a song of “heavenly heights.”
So, what is beauty? I look at the portrait of a serious, no longer young man. Tired look, high forehead, compressed lips, wrinkles in the corners of the mouth. “Ugly...” - I would probably say that if I didn’t know that N.A. was in front of me. Zabolotsky. But I know and am sure: a person who wrote such amazing poetry cannot be ugly. It's not about appearance, it's just a "vessel". What is important is the “fire flickering in the vessel.”
