MBOU "Sorskaya average comprehensive school No. 3 with in-depth study of individual subjects "
My reflections on the poem by A.A. Fet
"Wonderful picture"
Performed:
Mironchuk Ksenia,
7th grade student.
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 explains to us the impulses of our own hearts in front of this or that scene of nature ... The author has the highest degree ... high musicality of the verse ... " .
I wanted to prove that this is true, using the poem "Wonderful Picture" as an example.
Target work :
The study of artistic and visual means of the language of the poem, skillpoet.
Tasks :
- conduct an analytical reading of the text of the poem;
To be convinced of the validity of the words of the critic Druzhinin about the poetic skill of Fet;
Convey your emotional perception of the text.
Study plan .
Rationale for the choice of topic.
Purpose and tasks of the work.
Analysis of the poem "Wonderful picture".
Own creativity.
conclusions
wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,
the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.
Indeed, a wonderful picture. Only 8 lines, from which some kind of mystery emanates.Winter night.Snow-white plain. Above her in the high skies is a full moon. Shiny snow. And lonely sleighin this snowy area. Very beautiful! And a little sad. And this whole picture is painted with just one complex sentence.. And that's what's amazing: there are 21 words in the poem: 8 nouns, 7 adjectives, 1 participle, 2 pronouns, 3 conjunctions. And not a single word. I thought: why? I reread the poem. And suddenly I realized:the poet does not need verbs in this picture.When reading a poem, you feel that the picture drawn by the poet does not change before our eyes, it is somehow frozen, there is no movement in it. Everything he writes about happens at the same time. And verbs convey movement, the dynamics of changing pictures.
I imagine an endless plain covered with a white, fluffy sheet. Above this vast expanse is a full moon. It is very bright, and from this the sky seems high. Light pours from it in a yellow stream, from which snow glistens.Simple winter landscape. And what a beauty!It is a little sad that the moon is alone in the vast expanse of the sky. A lone sleigh runs across the snowy plain in the distance. 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 snowy desert among the endless expanses is probably a test for the soul. From this double loneliness (in nature and in the human soul) it becomes even sadder. And you understand that in 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 (“A 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 skill of the poet, 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, makes the reader think. All together they create a feeling of some kind of mystery, understatement.
Attracts attentionpoem colors: full moon against the background of the night sky, dark silhouette of a sleigh on white snow. This contrast gives a 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, 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 chorea; I learned that this is the time signature most commonly used in folk song. Indeed, the poem resembles a folk song. Cross-rhyming in quatrains is easily perceived, rhymes are accurate.
In the first quatrain, a voiced solid sound [r] is repeated three times. He fills the line with joy, a sense of beauty. It doesn't exist in the second stanza. And that's why this stanza sounds so easy. Buthere the sound [s] is repeated 6 times, which conveys the feeling 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,gives the impression of mysteryand unites the content of the stanzas. Thus, with the help of meter, rich rhyme and alliteration, the poet achieves the lightness of the verse, its musicality.
The last line speaks of a lonely sleigh run. From the word "lonely" a little sad, butfeelings of loneliness do not arise, but there is a feeling of the unity of man and nature. It seems to me that the "wonderful picture" painted by the poet is close to the true Russian soul.Fet managed to convey in a small poem the beauty of a winter night, a feeling of love, a slight sadness, spiritual unity with his native nature.
Conclusions.
My reflections on the content of the poem, observations of the skill of the poet allow us to conclude that A. A. Fet is a great master of verse. He knows how to excite the soul with painted pictures of nature, evoke feelings, 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, again and again experience high emotions.
My poem.
Silvery snow, On fluffy branches,
Falling, spinning, Bullfinches dance,
He is from century to century, In winter colors
Lays down in flakes. Lights are on...
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 therefore, nature always excites, makes you feel that you are a small part of it, makes your heart beat faster.
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white plain,
Full moon,
the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.
A. Fet confesses his love for the winter landscape. A. Fet's poems are dominated by a radiant winter, in the prickly brilliance of the sun, in diamonds of snowflakes and snow sparks, in crystal icicles, in a silvery fluff of frosty eyelashes. The associative series in this lyric does not go beyond nature itself, here is its own beauty, which does not need human spiritualization. Rather, it spiritualizes and enlightens the personality. A. Fet introduced into his poems a rural landscape, scenes of folk life, appeared in verses “bearded grandfather”, he “grunts and crosses himself”, or a coachman on a daring troika.
The poetry of F. Tyutchev is a kind of lyrical confession of a person who visited “this world in its cancerous moments”, in the era of the collapse of centuries of social foundations, moral dogmas and religious beliefs.
In his lyrical masterpieces, F. Tyutchev outwardly proceeds, as it were, not from a predetermined thought, but from feelings or impressions that suddenly captured him, inspired by the phenomena of the outside world, the surrounding reality, a momentary emotional experience. The poet sees a rainbow and immediately sketches a small, only eight lines “landscape in verse”, as N. Nekrasov aptly called his poetic paintings of nature. But the writing process does not end there. In the creative imagination of the poet, the brightness and transience of the “rainbow vision” entails a different image - a bright and fleeting human happiness. A new stanza appears, and the “landscape in verse” acquires the meaning of a philosophical allegory (“How unexpected and bright.”).
Another example. The hopeless rain inspires the poet with the idea of an 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 permeated with the unceasing sound of falling raindrops (“tears of men, oh tears of men.”).
A. Fet has always attracted the poetic theme of evening and night. The poet early developed a special aesthetic attitude to the night, the onset of darkness. At a new stage of creativity, he already began to call entire collections "Evening Lights", in them, as it were, a special, Fetov's philosophy of the night.
In the “night poetry” of A. Fet, a complex of associations is found: night - abyss - shadows - dream - visions - secret, intimate - love - the unity of the "night soul" of a person with the night element. This image receives a philosophical deepening in his poems, a new second meaning; in the content of the poem, a second plan appears - symbolic. Philosophical and poetic perspective is given to him by the association “night-abyss”. She begins to get closer to human life. The abyss is an air road - the path of human life.
MAY NIGHT
Retarded clouds are flying over us
Last crowd.
Their transparent segment melts gently
At the crescent moon
Mysterious power reigns in spring
With stars on my forehead. -
You gentle! You promised me happiness
On a vain land.
Where is happiness? Not here, in a miserable environment,
And there it is - like smoke
Follow him! after him! air way-
And fly away to eternity.
May night promises happiness, a person flies through life for happiness, the night is an abyss, a person flies into the abyss, into eternity. Further development of this association: night-existence of man-essence of being. A. Fet presents night hours revealing the secrets of the universe. The night insight of the poet allows him to look “from time to eternity”, he sees “the living altar of the universe”. The association night - abyss - human existence, developing in the poetry of A. Fet, absorbs the ideas of Schopenhauer. However, the proximity 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 being, 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 prefers death, draws its image as the embodiment of a kind of beauty.
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Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,
the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.
The ability to convey all the beauty of the surrounding nature in a few phrases is one of the most striking distinctive features creativity of Athanasius Fet. He went down in the history of Russian poetry as an amazingly subtle lyricist and thoughtful landscape painter, who managed to find simple and precise words, describing rain, wind, forest, or various seasons. At the same time, only the early works of the poet differ in such liveliness and accuracy, when his soul was not yet overshadowed by a sense of guilt in front of the woman he once loved. Subsequently, he devoted a huge number of poems to Maria Lazich, moving further and further into love and philosophical lyrics in his work. Nevertheless, many early works of the poet have been preserved, 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 lack 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 just trying to find simple and accessible words to describe what he sees and feels. It is noteworthy that the author rarely expressed his personal attitude to the surrounding reality, trying only to fix various objects and phenomena. Nevertheless, in the poem “Wonderful Picture”, the poet cannot help but admire and, talking about a frosty winter night, admits: “How dear you are to me!”. Fet feels a special charm in what surrounds him - "a white plain, a full moon" bring to the life of the author long-forgotten feelings of joy and peace, which are enhanced by "a distant sleigh running alone."
It would seem that in the recreated picture of the winter night there is nothing remarkable and worthy of attention. Probably, the poem itself was written at the moment when Afanasy Fet was making a short journey through 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 you can experience happiness even from simple and familiar things that we often simply do not pay attention to.
“A wonderful picture, how dear you are to me!”
(the life of nature and man in the lyrics of A.A. Fet)
Russian literature knew many great poets who sang the beauty of their native nature. And a special place is occupied by Afanasy Fet - a poet, a connoisseur of "pure art", who showed the importance of every natural phenomenon, every moment of life.
Fet's work is imbued with love for nature. In every word we can feel the poet's reverent attitude to her beauty. We cannot 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 spiritual impulses, in the strength of his affections, in the depth of his experiences.
Landscape lyrics are the main wealth of the poet's lyrics. Fet knows how to see and hear an extraordinary amount in nature, depict her innermost world, convey his romantic admiration for meeting nature, philosophical reflections born while contemplating her appearance. Fet is characterized by the amazing subtlety of the painter, the variety of experiences born from communication with nature. At the heart of his poetics is a special philosophy expressing the visible and invisible connections between man and nature.
In each of his poems, Fet describes with filigree accuracy the smallest details of the picture of nature, as if examining the canvas of a painter:
Let's sit here by this willow
What wonderful twists
On the bark around the hollow!
And under the willow how beautiful
Golden overflows
A jet of trembling glass!
Thanks to Fet’s talent, we not only see 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 are already heard ... "And the "grasshoppers' restless ringing" is heard!
Unusually accurate, capacious and at the same time dynamically draw pictures of nature in the verbless poems of Afanasy Fet. The poem "This morning, this joy ..." worries us more and more with each line. We see bright blue sky, an avalanche of sounds falls upon us, and the final chord is a sleepless night. This only happens in the spring!
This morning, this joy
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This voice of the waters
These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This tongue and whistle
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
There is not a single verb in the narrator's monologue - Fet's favorite trick, but there is also not a single defining word here, except for the pronominal adjective "this" ("these", "this"), repeated twenty-two times! Refusing epithets, the author seems to admit to the impotence of words.
The lyrical plot of this short poem based on the movement of the narrator's eyes from the vault of heaven - to the earth, from nature - to the dwelling of man. 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, there are words about a person. In the last lines, the gaze of the lyrical hero is turned inward, into his feelings.
For a person, 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 that exists.
The incredibly romantic poem "Whisper, timid breathing" takes us to a quiet summer night. The murmur of the stream and the song of the nightingale are the music that accompanies the meeting of lovers. There are no verbs in the poem, and yet it is filled with movement. Fragmentary images (the life of the heart, the life of nature) are formed, like mosaic pieces, into a single picture.
Fet does not describe a complete picture, but gives several precise strokes so that the "mixing of colors" into a single "tone" occurs in the reader's imagination.
A whisper, a timid breath.
trill nightingale,
Silver and flutter
Sleepy stream.
Night light, night shadows,
Shadows without end
A series of magical changes
sweet face,
In smoky clouds purple roses,
reflection of amber,
And kisses, and tears,
And dawn, dawn!..
This figurativeness, this close attention to detail, richness in epithets and definitions make up the special style of the poet. The theme of nature also reveals other features of Fet's lyrics: his associativity and the musicality of his syllable.
In the haze - the unknown
The spring month has sailed.
color garden breathes
Apple, cherry.
So it clings, kissing
Secretly and immodestly.
And aren't you sad?
And you are not languid?
It is not entirely clear why one should be 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 should also be noted such a feature of Fet's work as the absence of acute social conflicts, pictures of poverty and lack of rights, 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, the value of Fet's lyrics does not decrease from this. There is an opinion that "a poet in Russia is more than a poet," but not everyone can be formidable orators, calling on the people to transform society. Perhaps, in our technogenic 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 also admire the 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. Fet's nature is not connected with peasant labor, like Nekrasov's, with the world of spiritual experiences, like Lermontov's. But at the same time, the poet's perception of it is lively, directly and emotionally. The landscape here is always an individual-personal perception, fixing not only some natural phenomenon, but also the mood of the poet. Fet's nature is always an object of artistic delight and aesthetic pleasure. Moreover, the focus of the poet's attention is on the most ordinary phenomena, and not at all on spectacular, colorful paintings. And each fleeting impression has its own attraction for Fet. He unconsciously enjoys life without thinking about it. He is characterized by some kind of ingenuous view of the phenomena of life, characteristic of an unclouded consciousness.
All our seasons are represented in the works of the poet: gentle spring - with fluffy willows, with the first lilies of the valley, with thin sticky leaves of blossoming birches; burning, sultry summer - with sparkling tart air, with a blue canvas of the sky, with golden ears of fields stretching in the distance; cool, invigorating autumn - with motley slopes of forests, with birds stretching into the distance; dazzling Russian winter - with its irrepressible blizzard, fresh snow, intricate patterns of frost on the window glass. Fet loves to observe the mystery of natural life, and his whole cycle, all its diversity and polyphony, opens up to his eyes. Here the “idle spies of nature” follow the flight of a swallow over the “evening pond”, here the airy outlines of a butterfly clearly appear on a flower, here the rose queen blooms, blazing with a delicate aroma, feeling the closeness of the nightingale, here the noisy herons come to life, rejoicing at the first rays of the sun, here is a careless bee crawling into the "carnation of fragrant lilac."
A special place in the natural lyrics of A. Fet is occupied by the theme of spring. With the advent of spring, everything around changes: nature seems to wake up after a long sleep, sheds 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 longing, sadness, confusion. And Fet became the first poet to show the complex, conflicting feelings of the hero, the change in his moods, the influence of nature on his state of mind.
The poem “Still fragrant bliss of spring ...” is interesting, in which the author shows the very beginning of spring, when nature is just, just beginning to wake up. The snow still lies, the roads are covered with ice, and the sun warms only at noon. But the soul already lives in anticipation of warmth, light, love.
Another fragrant bliss of spring
We did not have time to descend,
Still ravines are full of snow,
Still dawn the cart rumbles
On a frozen path
As soon as the sun warms at noon,
The linden blushes 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
There are already in the flying cranes,
And, following their eyes,
There is a beauty of the steppe
With blush bluish cheeks.
Reading "Spring Thoughts", one cannot help but admire how masterfully Afanasy Fet owns the word:
Again the birds fly from afar
To the shores that break the ice
The warm sun is high
And the fragrant lily of the valley is waiting.
Again in the heart nothing will die
Till the ascending blood cries,
And with a bribed soul you believe
That, like the world, love is endless.
But will we come together again so close
In the midst of nature, we are pampered,
As seen walking low
us the cold sun of winter?
“Ice-breaking shores” – and we already hear the crack of breaking ice, see seething river streams and even feel the tart, pungent, exciting smell that fills only the March wind.
The green round dance of trees, the sonorous song of a sparkling stream, curly ivy, participatory in 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 special laziness in him, an indistinct melancholy, sensual bliss:
I will disappear from melancholy and laziness,
Lonely life is not sweet
Heart aching, knees weak,
In every carnation of fragrant lilac,
Singing, a bee crawls in.
Let me go out into the open field
Or completely lost in the forest ...
With every step it's not easier at will,
The heart is beating more and more
Like coal in my chest I carry.
No, wait! With my longing
I will part here. Bird cherry is sleeping.
Ah, those bees under her again!
And I can't understand
Whether on flowers, whether it rings in the ears.
In poems about spring, the inextricable link between nature and man can be traced as clearly as possible. Almost all poems that seem to be written about nature also tell about love experiences. Fet often reveals the soul of a lyrical hero through images of nature, so we can talk about the symbolism of his poems.
Athanasius Fet, singing the beauty of nature, showed the beauty of human souls. His sincere, deep, sensual poems still resonate in the hearts of readers.
The romance “At dawn, you don’t wake her up ...”
A. A. Fet addressed the images of nature many times throughout his career. Describing nature, the poet conveys the most subtle, almost elusive shades of the emotional states of the lyrical hero. In these verses, the "life of the soul" acquires fullness and meaning in contact with nature, and nature finds its true being in contact with the living soul, refracted through the "magic crystal" of human perception.
But the focus of the poet is not only groves, trees, flowers, fields; the poetic world of Fet, like the real world, is inhabited by living beings, whose habits are clearly described by the poet. Here is a nimble fish gliding at the very surface of the water, and its “bluish back” casts silver; in the winter frost in the house "the cat sings, his eyes screw up." Birds are especially often mentioned in Fet's lyrics: cranes, swallows, rooks, a sparrow and just a bird hiding in its nest from bad weather:
And the roll call thunders,
And the noisy haze is so black...
Only you, my dear bird,
Barely visible in a warm nest.
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 turn blue”, wavy clouds quietly float. From somewhere in the grass comes the restless and crackling call of a grasshopper. Indistinctly hesitating, dozing dry and hot noon. But a dense linden tree is spread nearby, 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 -
The midday heat did not penetrate here,
And thousands hanging over me
Swing fragrant fans.
And there, in the distance, the burning air sparkles,
Hesitating, as if he were dozing.
So sharply dry hypnotic and crackling
Grasshoppers restless ringing.
Behind the haze of branches, the vaults of the sky turn blue,
Like a little haze,
And, like the dreams of a dying nature,
Wavy pass clouds.
The famous poem "I came to you with greetings ..." - a passionate monologue uttered 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 - about the richness of his emotional life, liveliness of perception, ability to see and express the beauty of the world.
I came to you with greetings
Say that the sun has risen
What is hot light
The sheets fluttered;
Tell that the forest woke up
All woke up, each branch,
Startled by every bird
And full of spring thirst;
Tell that with the same passion
Like yesterday, I came again
That the soul is still the same happiness
And ready to serve you;
Tell that from everywhere
Joy blows over me
I don't know what I will
Sing - but only the song matures.
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, melodic intonations.
Fetovsky's lyrical hero does not want to know suffering and sorrow, to think about death, to see social evil. He lives in his harmonious and bright world, created from exciting and endlessly diverse pictures of nature, refined experiences and aesthetic shocks.
Nature for Fet 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.
Autumn in most people is associated with a period of dying in nature. Yes, and the poets did not pay too much attention to this time of year.
Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet's poem "Autumn Rose" describes late autumn. Autumn is a time of rest, a time of departure and farewell, a time of reflection. She is filled with emptiness. It seems that outside of autumn there is nothing but eternity. But at the same time, it pleases that the only rose does not want to let go of the warm season, therefore it “blows in the spring.” The poet claims that life goes on, that the flower will remind him of sunny days and take him to the future, closer to spring.
He showered the forest on his peaks,
The garden bared its brow
September died, and dahlias
The breath of the night burned.
But in a breath of frost
Alone among the dead
Only you alone, queen rose,
Fragrant and opulent.
In spite of cruel trials
And the malice of the fading day
You are the shape and breath
In the spring you blow on me.
In the poem "Autumn", written in 1883, two different, even opposite moods are reflected at once. The poem was written in October. This is just the middle of autumn, the time when summer is already gone, and winter has not yet come, and the soul is in turmoil. Therefore, at the beginning of the work, we feel how the author begins to grieve about the coming autumn.
Further, the poet also recalls that autumn is still 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 are the dark days
Silent autumn and cold!
What languor desolate
They are asking for our souls!
But there are days when in the blood
Golden-leaved headwear
Burning autumn is looking for eyes
And the sultry whims of love.
The bashful sadness is silent,
Only the defiant is heard
And, fading so magnificently,
She no longer regrets anything.
The emotionality of the poem is slowly decreasing, feelings fade, peace and tranquility sets in.
The pictures that A. A. Fet gives in his poems are very easy to imagine, so accurately the poet notices the main signs of weather changes in a particular season. However, Fet's landscape lyrics are not a photographic shot, where everything is frozen once and for all. Poetic images in Fet's poems can rather be compared with video filming, which allows you to capture a picture of the world around you in motion.
The nature and tension of Fet's lyrical experience depend on the state of nature. The change of seasons occurs in a circle - from spring to spring. In the same kind of circle, the movement of feelings in Fet takes place: not from the past to the future, but from spring to spring, with its necessary, inevitable return. In the collection (1850), the cycle "Snow" is highlighted in the first place. The winter cycle of Fet is multi-motive: he also sings about a sad birch tree in winter attire, about how “the night is bright, the frost shines”, “and the frost drew patterns on the double glass”. Snowy plains attract the poet:
wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,
the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.
Fet confesses his love for the winter landscape. In his poems, the radiant 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 nature itself, here is its own beauty, which does not need human spiritualization. Rather, it spiritualizes and enlightens the personality. It was Fet who, following Pushkin, sang the Russian winter, only he managed to reveal its aesthetic meaning in such a multifaceted way. Fet introduced rural landscapes, scenes of folk life into poetry, appeared in verses “bearded grandfather”, he “grunts and crosses himself”, or a coachman on a daring 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 appears: a sad birch is dressed in a “mourning” outfit, an ominous wind whistles over an oak cross, bright winter light illuminates the course of the crypt. The thought of death, of non-existence, of the deserted earth merges in the poet's imagination with the view of winter nature, which has fallen asleep in eternal sleep:
The village sleeps under a snowy veil,
There are no paths throughout the steppe.
Yes, it is: over a distant mountain
I recognized a church with a dilapidated bell tower.
Like a frozen traveler in snow dust,
She sticks out in a cloudless distance.
No winter birds, no midges in the snow.
I understood everything: the earth has long cooled down
And died...
If the poet associates spring nature with morning awakening, then winter nature is associated with the silence of a moonlit night. In Fet's lyrics, we often meet a winter night landscape:
The night is bright, the frost is shining,
Come out - the snow crunches;
The tie-down is freezing cold
And it doesn't stand still.
Let's sit down, I'll fasten the cavity, -
The night is bright and the path is smooth.
You do not say a word, I will shut up,
And - went somewhere!
Feta has always attracted the poetic theme of evening and night. The poet is early
there was a special aesthetic attitude to the night, the onset of darkness. On the
In the new stage of his work, he already began to call entire collections "Evening Lights", in them, as it were, a special, Fetov's philosophy of the night. The image of the night in the lyrics of A.A. Feta is unsteady, hesitant. It envelops the reader in a light haze and then disappears somewhere. For the lyrical hero A.A. Feta night is a wonderful time of day when a person is left alone with himself and his thoughts. And in this gloomy haze he thinks...
The song "I won't tell you anything..."
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 true romance. He describes the extraordinary beauty of a leaf, shadow, wave, noticing the smallest details in them. The poet animates them. Thus, the clear 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 watches nature with special attention.
What a night! How clean the air
Like a silver leaf slumbers,
Like a shadow of black coastal willows,
How peacefully the bay sleeps
As the wave does not sigh anywhere,
How silence fills my chest!
Midnight light, you're the same day:
Only shine is whiter, shadow is blacker,
Only the smell of juicy herbs is thinner,
Only the mind is brighter, more peaceful disposition,
Yes, instead of passion, he wants breasts
Here is the air to breathe.
In the poem “In the Moonlight”, a beautiful, light night helps the lyrical hero forget about worries and go for a walk. He is not able to torment the 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 - the night, then all his feelings will be directed to merge with the night nature.
Let's go out with you to wander
In the moonlight!
How long to torment the soul
In dark silence!
A pond like shining steel
Weeping herbs,
Mill, river and distance
In the moonlight.
Is it possible to grieve and not live
Are we in awe?
Let's go quietly wandering
In the moonlight!
All this expanse is imbued with the spirit of the night, saturated with moonlight. This landscape sketch fully helps the reader to understand the lyrical hero, because the night charmed him with its beauty. The image of the dark time of the 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 and not miss a single minute in vain.
In the poem “Another May Night”, the reader is shown the beauty of the last month of spring, and at night. Here two favorite motifs of A.A. Feta - spring and night.
What a night! On everything what bliss!
Thank you, native midnight land!
From the realm of ice, from the realm of blizzards and snow
How fresh and clean your May flies!
What a night! All the stars to one
Warmly and meekly look into the soul again,
And in the air behind the song of the nightingale
Anxiety and love spread.
The birches are waiting. Their leaf is translucent
Shyly beckons and amuses the gaze.
They tremble. So maiden newlywed
And her dress is joyful and alien.
No, never more tender and incorporeal
Your face, O night, could not torment me!
Again I go to you with an involuntary song,
Involuntary - and the last, maybe.
Probably, this is due to the evening time of the day, when the soul of the lyrical hero feels nature more sharply and is in harmony with it. At this magical time, the air is saturated with nightingale singing, disturbing thoughts and love. At night, all images take on a special shape, everything comes to life and plunges into the world of night sensations. Birches become like newlywed maidens, they are just as young and fresh, their leaves shyly beckon and amuse the eye, their movements are hesitant, trembling. This gentle, incorporeal image of the night has always tormented the soul of the lyrical hero. The mysterious world of the darkness of the night 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 to the reader as a wonderful time, full of mysteries, beautiful landscapes, light sensations. The author constantly glorifies the night. It is at night that all the permanent corners of the human soul open up, because this is the time of creation, creativity, poetry.
The poet sang beauty where he saw it, and he found it everywhere. He was an artist with an exceptionally developed sense of beauty, which is probably why the pictures of nature in his poems are so beautiful, which he took as she is, without allowing any decorations of reality.
In all descriptions of nature, A. Fet is impeccably faithful to its smallest features, shades, moods. It is thanks to this that the poet created amazing works that have been striking us for so many years with psychological accuracy, filigree accuracy.
Fet builds a picture of the world that he sees, feels, touches, hears. And in this world everything is important and significant: the clouds, and the moon, and the beetle, and the harrier, and the corncrake, and the stars, and the Milky Way. Each bird, each flower, each tree and each blade of grass is not just a part of the overall picture - they all have only their characteristic signs, even character.
Fet's relationship with nature is a complete dissolution in her world, this is a state of anxious expectation of a miracle:
I'm waiting... Nightingale echo
Rushing from the shining river
Grass under the moon in diamonds,
Fireflies are burning on the cumin.
I'm waiting... Dark blue skies
Both in small and large stars,
I hear a heartbeat
And trembling in the hands and feet.
I'm waiting... Here's a breeze from the south;
It is warm for me to stand and go;
A star rolled to the west...
I'm sorry, golden, I'm sorry!
Nature in Fet's lyrics lives its varied life and is shown not in some static states fixed in time and space, but in dynamics, in motion, in transitions from one state to another:
Growing, growing bizarre shadows
Into one merging shadow...
Already paid the last steps
Day passed.
What called to live, what made the forces hot -
Far beyond 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 drawn. And the fulfillment of this task alone would be enough for the name of Fet to be imprinted in the history of our literature. But Fet set an even more grandiose goal: behind the field, in the literal sense of the word, the reader had to see the field of the human soul. For the sake of this, Fet rubbed paints on his palette, for the sake of this he looked closely, and listened, and clinged to trees and grasses, lakes and rivers. Fet's lyrics depict nature and the person who perceives it in a harmonious unity, in the totality of inseparable manifestations.
Fet is surprisingly modern. His poetry is fresh and tremulous, it excites our imagination, evokes deep thoughts, makes us feel the beauty of our land and the harmony of the Russian word. The poet teaches us to notice the beauty of every moment and appreciate it, realizing that eternity is born from moments.
The captivating verses of Fet are eternal, like "the voice of the stars in heaven", like the trills of a nightingale, like a timid breath of love ...
Fet appreciated 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 someone who really understood Fet's poetry: he heard the music of his poems, saw the canvases of the landscape, 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 are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,
the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.
Analysis of the poem "Wonderful Picture" by Fet
A. Fet was often reproached for excessive brevity and lack of deep meaning in his poems. The poet admitted that even the manifestation of personal feelings is considered unnecessary. In his opinion, the work should convey immediate impressions as accurately as possible and not impose the position of the author on readers. Fet's idea was especially vividly manifested in his early work. A characteristic example is the poem "Wonderful Picture" (1842).
The author describes his real impressions under the influence of a winter night trip. The poem is a miniature. It could be created in a burst of creative inspiration in a matter of seconds. Fet's talent lies in the fact that he managed to capture the most necessary details. The author's personal attitude is expressed in only one phrase: "how dear you are to me." This is quite enough to show the poet's boundless love for his land. If for the majority of contemporaries patriotism was expressed in an abundance of solemn words and promises, then Fet only mentions some of the usual signs of the Russian landscape: “white plain”, “shiny snow”. "Sled ... a lonely run" connects his poem with the traditional image of the Russian troika, which symbolizes all of Russia.
Fet was a man with a very sensitive soul. Ordinary things, to which many would not pay any attention, could delight him. The main merit of the poet lies in the ability to convey this feeling to the reader using minimal artistic means. The poem "Wonderful Picture" seems to be simple and naive to the point of banality, but magically creates a joyful atmosphere in the soul.
The poet was still a very young man. His inspiration was directly related to youthful dreams and hopes, which were distinguished by freshness and purity.
Only after the tragic death of M. Lazich did personal motives appear in Fet's work. But at the same time, the poet never imposed his sad reflections on nature, but continued to seek in it a correspondence to personal experiences. Fet was of the opinion that nature is on an equal footing with man and has its own soul. Therefore, he saw his task in paying the deserved tribute to natural phenomena, and not trying to explain them from the point of view of reason.
