An extraordinary adventure that happened to Mayakovsky at his dacha. “An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha. "An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha"
The other day I watched a stunning sunset .... and I remembered something V. Mayakovsky ... "In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer was rolling in July, it was hot, the heat was floating - it was at the dacha. "Once I knew this long poem by heart, but here, I couldn’t really remember, of course I lit up .... I climbed to look, I found it and here it is - (right below the photo) .... Wow, I like Mayakovsky!!!
EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE SUMMER IN THE COTTAGE
(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha, 27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway)
In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and down the mountain
the village was
the roof was twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun rose alo.
And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
Enough to roam in hell!”
I called out to the sun
"A parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!”
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
to me
for tea!
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the most -
The heat drove me crazy
but I to him
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
shine
easily?
- Come on, try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and you shine in both!
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion -
sit in anything!
That will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day is ringing.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!
Due to the fact that the work is built on dialogue and has a bright journalistic beginning, it will be interesting for both an adult and a young schoolchild to read the poem “An Extraordinary Adventure” by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky. The theme of this poem is the poet's hard but noble work. The main lyrical hero is a hard-working poet. The plot of the work is a fantastic meeting between Mayakovsky and the sun.
The text of Mayakovsky's poem "An Extraordinary Adventure" was written in 1920. It tells about how Mayakovsky, angry at the sun for the fact that it bakes a lot, invited him to visit. To the surprise of the poet, the sun responded and soon sat at his house. Vladimir Vladimirovich and his guest began to talk about how difficult their work is. By the end of the evening they became friends. Mayakovsky even began to slap the sun on the shoulder. During the conversation, they came to the conclusion that everyone should follow their calling and do their work with full dedication.
The work is studied at school in the literature lesson in grade 7. The teacher reads it to the children in full, analyzes it together with them, and then gives them a passage to teach at home. On our site you can read the poem online or download it.
An extraordinary adventure with
Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha
(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)
In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and down the mountain
the village was
the roof was twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun was rising.
And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
“Get down!
Enough to wander in hell!”
I called out to the sun
“Parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!”
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
to me
for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
“I drive back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the tea
drive, poet, jam!”
A tear from the eyes of the most -
the heat drove me crazy
but I to him
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!”
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
I'm sitting talking
with a luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Come on, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and you shine in both!
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
“You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion
sit in anything!
That will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day is ringing.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!
Mayakovsky. . ... - Pushkino is a suburban area near Moscow (now the city of Pushkin), which Mayakovsky described in one of his most popular poems "An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir ...
EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE SUMMER IN THE COTTAGE
(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)
In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain
the village was
10 the roofs were twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun was rising.
20 And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
enough to go to hell!"
30 I called out to the sun:
"Parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!"
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
40 to me
for tea!"
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
50 and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
60 "I drive back I lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the very -
the heat drove me crazy
but I told him
for a samovar:
"Well,
70 sit down, luminary!"
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
80 sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
90 shine
easily?
- Come on, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and shine in both! "
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
100 we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
110 in the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion -
sit in anything!
That will get tired
120 and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day rings;
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
130 and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!
Reader Oleg Basilashvili
Basilashvili Oleg Valerianovich
Born September 26, 1934 in Moscow.
Honored Artist of the RSFSR (1969).
People's Artist of the RSFSR (August 4, 1977).
People's Artist of the USSR (November 30, 1984).
Mayakovsky Vladimir Vladimirovich (1893 - 1930)
Russian Soviet poet. Born in Georgia, in the village of Baghdadi, in the family of a forester.
From 1902 he studied at the gymnasium in Kutaisi, then in Moscow, where after the death of his father he moved with his family. In 1908 he left the gymnasium, devoting himself to underground revolutionary work. At the age of fifteen he joined the RSDLP (b), carried out propaganda tasks. He was arrested three times, in 1909 he was in the Butyrka prison in solitary confinement. There he began to write poetry. From 1911 he studied at the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. Having joined the Cubo-Futurists, in 1912 he published his first poem - "Night" - in the futuristic collection "A Slap in the Face of Public Taste".
The theme of the tragedy of human existence under capitalism permeates Mayakovsky's largest works of the pre-revolutionary years - the poems "A Cloud in Pants", "Flute-Spine", "War and Peace". Even then, Mayakovsky sought to create the poetry of "squares and streets", addressed to the broad masses. He believed in the nearness of the coming revolution.
Epos and lyrics, smashing satire and ROSTA propaganda posters - all this diversity of Mayakovsky's genres bears the stamp of his originality. In the lyrical-epic poems "Vladimir Ilyich Lenin" and "Good!" the poet embodied the thoughts and feelings of a man of socialist society, the features of the era. Mayakovsky powerfully influenced the progressive poetry of the world - Johannes Becher and Louis Aragon, Nazim Hikmet and Pablo Neruda studied under him. In the later works "Klop" and "Banya" there is a powerful satire with elements of dystopia on Soviet reality.
In 1930 he committed suicide, unable to bear the internal conflict with the "bronze" Soviet age, in 1930, he was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery.
"An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha" Vladimir Mayakovsky
(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and down the mountain
the village was
the roof was twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun was rising.
And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
Enough to roam in hell!”
I called out to the sun
"A parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!”
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
to me
for tea!
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the most -
the heat drove me crazy
but I to him
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
I'm sitting talking
with a luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Come on, try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and you shine in both!
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion
sit in anything!
That will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day is ringing.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!
Analysis of Mayakovsky's poem "An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha"
Very many poems by Vladimir Mayakovsky are famous for their amazing metaphor. It is thanks to this simple technique that the author managed to create very imaginative works that can be compared with Russian folk tales. For example, the folk epic with the work “An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha”, which was written by the poet in the summer of 1920, has a lot in common. The main character of this work is the sun, which the poet made into an animated being.. This is how the heavenly body is depicted in fairy tales and legends, which gives life and warmth to the inhabitants of the earth. However, the author considered that the sun, which travels the same route across the sky every day, is a loafer and a parasite who simply has nothing to do with himself.
Once, watching how it “slowly and surely” descended beyond the village, Mayakovsky turned to the heavenly body with an angry speech, stating that “than so, without business, you would come to me for tea!”. And - he himself was not happy with such a proposal, since the sun really came to visit Mayakovsky, singing him with his heat: “Did you call me? Drive tea, drive, poet, jam! As a result, the heavenly and poetic luminaries spent the whole night at the same table, complaining to each other about how difficult it is for them to live. And Mayakovsky realized that at any moment he could abandon his poems and change his pen, for example, to an ordinary planer. However, the sun is deprived of such an opportunity, and every day it needs to get up and illuminate the earth. Against the background of the revelations of the heavenly guest, the author felt very uncomfortable and realized that only such selfless work can really change this world, make it brighter and cleaner.
In the final part of the poem "Unusual Adventure" Mayakovsky calls on each person not only to follow his calling, but also to do any business with maximum dedication. Otherwise, the meaning of existence is simply lost. After all, people come into this world with a specific mission, which is to "shine always, shine everywhere until the last days of the bottom." Therefore, it makes no sense to complain about fatigue and complain about the fact that fate has determined an easier life path for someone. Taking an example from his guest, Mayakovsky declares: “Shine - and no nails! Here is my slogan - and the sun! And with this simple phrase, he emphasizes how important the work of each of us is, whether it be a poet or an ordinary village worker.
"An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha"
(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)
In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain
the village was
the roof was twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun was rising.
And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
enough to go to hell!"
I called out to the sun
"Parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!"
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
to me
for tea!"
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the very -
the heat drove me crazy
but I told him
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!"
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
I'm sitting talking
with a luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Come on, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and shine in both! "
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion
sit in anything!
That will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day is ringing.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!