Literary evening “There is a short, but marvelous time in the initial autumn. Analysis of the poem by F. I. Tyutchev “There is in the autumn of the original ...
Goals and objectives of the lesson:
- introduce children to the beauty of the autumn landscape;
- reveal the role of art in understanding the beauty of nature;
- to educate children in love for their native land, using works of painting, literature, music.
Lesson equipment: interactive board, 23 slides, drawings, poems and compositions of children.
During the classes
1. opening speech teachers
Is in the autumn of the original
short but marvelous time…
Russian nature is part of our great Motherland. You know that the grass is green, the sky is blue, but the moon is often silvery white.
The word "Motherland" contains all the colors of the rainbow and their shades. In it we hear the rustle of leaves, wild flowers and herbs, the ringing of bells, the singing of birds, the murmur of streams. How many interesting things can be seen in the forest, in the field, on the lake and even near our house, if you look closely at everything. Nature is good in all seasons.
Today we are conducting a general lesson on this topic.
Here it is over warm summer, it is replaced by autumn. The first month of autumn is September. This month we are talking about this wonderful time of the year in the classroom. literary reading, the surrounding world, visual arts, technology.
We read the works of K. G. Paustovsky, M. M. Prishvin, and also wrote our own essays and fairy tales. They studied poetry by I. A. Bunin, A. A. Fet, F. I. Tyutchev, K. A. Balmont - they composed their own quatrains. We looked at reproductions of great artists - drew our own drawings.
2. Work with texts.
Children selectively read texts, and other students supplement with proverbs and sayings (4 people)
September
The warm summer has come to an end, and autumn is coming to replace it. The first month of autumn is September. They call him "singing autumn" and "gold flower". Grasses in meadows, fields and forests dry up, turn yellow, leaves of trees and shrubs become golden.
autumn artist
Tied Autumn colorful apron
And I took buckets of paints.
Early in the morning, walking through the park,
The leaves are gilded.
In early September, warm sunny days are issued. The sky sparkles with blue, on which the leaves of maples and birches show through with golden patterns. The air is clean, transparent, and silvery threads of the web fly in it. These days are called Indian summer". “If it’s clear, then autumn is beautiful,” says a Russian folk proverb.
In September, the days become shorter, the sun no longer rises in the sky as high as in summer.
The leaves on the trees turn yellow first on the tops, where the air is colder, and then on the lower branches. The leaves of birches and lindens become golden first.
Cold gusty winds are more common. The wind blows, plucks a leaf from a branch, and slowly circling, it falls to the ground.
In the mornings, white damp fogs creep over the forest glades and river meadows.
It often rains in September, but not warm summer, but cold, shallow, drizzling, and the sky is overcast gray clouds. « Autumn is coming and brings rain with it. (Folk proverb.)
There are frosts at the end of the month. The puddles are covered with a thin crust of ice, a silvery hoarfrost falls on the grass and bushes.
In the forest in September, mountain ash pleases the eye, its scarlet berries become sweeter after the first frost. That is why September is called "field ash". At this time, acorns ripen on oaks, nuts on hazels, cranberries on a swamp. In September, the forest smells of prel and mushrooms. On old mossy stumps, friendly families of mushrooms appear. Covered with golden, red and purple leaves, boletus, boletus, chanterelles, russula and milk mushrooms hide in dry grass. "A fungus in a box - in the winter there will be a pie."
After the first frost, insect life stops. Ants are not visible, they gather in the depths of the anthill and close the entrances to it.
At the beginning of autumn, when there are fewer insects, swifts and swallows fly away, because they feed only on insects. Other birds change food: willingly peck berries, fruits and grains.
Cranes, rooks and cuckoos gather in flocks, prepare to fly to warmer climes. Geese, ducks and swans are the last to fly away. As long as the reservoirs are not frozen, they will have enough food. September is known as the month of birds.
2 people They talk about the day of the autumn equinox, and why the leaves turn yellow in autumn.
Autumn equinox day
September 23 is the autumnal equinox. Day and night are equal, they last for 12 hours. That's why 23 September called the autumnal equinox. After that, the night becomes longer and longer, and the day noticeably decreases.
Short ones are coming autumn days autumn: the sun has just disappeared - and the night is already approaching.
Why do leaves turn yellow in autumn
The leaf is green because it contains a green dye. It gives the leaf its color.
And why do the leaves turn yellow, red, purple in autumn? Green dye ( chlorophyll) is destroyed. And in summer it is quickly, easily restored, and the leaves remain fresh and green.
But the days are waning. The light is getting smaller and smaller. Grains of chlorophyll continue to break down just as quickly as in summer, and new ones form more slowly, they become smaller, and the leaf turns pale.
But in the cells of the leaf there are other coloring substances - yellow, only in summer the lush greenery drowns them out.
Now, when the green coloring matter is constantly being destroyed, they appear brighter. The leaves turn yellow.
Pen Test Competition.
1) We had a competition called "Test of the pen", where you tried to compose your own lines. Now we will listen to some students.
Nastya Abramenko's poem "Autumn".
I love our autumn!
She brings me light.
And fall and fall
I'll go on a hike.
I will find a beautiful bush,
And I will find a tree.
Where the leaves are golden
Crimson grow.
I'll pick my leaves
And I'll dry it in a book.
And a long winter
About summer I will plunge .
Alyosha Bondarev "Autumn"
On an autumn day we forest walked,
It was warm time.
Can't believe it's summer
It was almost yesterday.
And the forest is still green
Mushrooms hide in the grass.
But soon the forest will change its color,
Rains will fall to the ground.
will come autumn golden,
And the birds will fly south.
And nature will rest
Under the snowfall and howling blizzards.
MilyaevaAlyona. "Crystal Day".
Autumn has come
The crystal day has come.
The trees are golden
They stand in all their glory.
It suddenly became quiet in the forest ...
In crystal silence
Only the leaves are trembling
In an inaudible draft...
2) Some of the children in our class carefully observed nature and wrote their compositions.
An essay on the theme “Autumn time” by a student of grade 3a Kosarev Vladik.
With the advent of autumn, changes are observed in nature. They affect the plant and animal world. It got colder in the mornings, the trees dropped some of their leaves, and the rest changed their color from green to golden yellow, crimson and red.
The story of Nastya Cabina "Autumn".
Russian autumn is charmingly beautiful. You can not look at the forest in a golden dress. How unique trees are in their beauty! As if in a fabulous round dance, there are fiery red aspens, light yellow birch trees, mighty oaks. And nearby, a lonely old tree stretched out its clumsy branches-hands after the sun, as if it wants to delay it.
The story "Autumn Forest" by a student of the 3rd grade Slepukhina Nastya.
Autumn has come. The autumn forest is extraordinarily beautiful. Once in the forest, I was amazed by the many different colors. Here was the gold of the birches, and the crimson of the aspen leaves, and the pines were still green. Looking closely, I noticed how a small spider was weaving silver nets. The silence of the forest fascinated me. And only the rustle of falling leaves disturbed the peace in this amazing kingdom.
3) We read, wrote, drew, and now let's look at reproductions of paintings by great artists.
Isaac Ilyich Levitan "Golden Autumn".
Levitan's autumn landscape seems simple and familiar to us. The artist depicted a narrow river, calmly carrying its waters between its banks. On the left, on the high bank of the river, a small birch grove is shown. On the right - individual trees - red-bronze oaks. In the foreground is the river. The water in the river is dark blue, and in the distance it is blue. A lonely standing birch determines the turn of the river.
The whole picture of Levitan is permeated with light. There are no dark colors here. Bright colors predominate.
You look at the picture and feel the cool, invigorating autumn air. The landscape does not cause sadness - the artist depicts autumn in Pushkin's style, drawing "the magnificent withering of nature." We love beauty native land, which has always attracted the masters of the Russian landscape.
Vasily Dmitrievich Polenov "Golden Autumn".
In the picture of Polenov, we see a bend in the river, a high bank, overgrown with forest, and gave up to the very horizon. In the foreground - a clearing with a path, a young birch forest, reddening aspens, juicy, green crowns of oaks. The autumn sun is warm. Its soft rays illuminate everything around with an even light. The landscape was painted from the high bank of the river.
Ilya Semenovich Ostroukhov "Golden Autumn".
Ostroukhov peers into life autumn forest With close range. All his attention is drawn to the foreground: two old maples with drooping branches and several young trees, green grass, fallen openwork maple leaves. In the depths on the left are the gnarled trunks of old trees, and then everything seems to merge with the bright gold of autumn foliage. But, depicting autumn in its golden beauty, Ostroukhov did not forget to draw magpies galloping through the grass. This is what allowed us to clearly feel the life of the autumn sonorous forest.
4) The musical fragment “September. Hunting” by P. I. Tchaikovsky from the cycle “The Seasons”.
Against the background of this music, the student reads a poem by F. I. Tyutchev:
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only cobwebs thin hair
Shines on an idle furrow.The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms -
And pure and warm azure pours
To the resting field...
3. The result of the lesson.
The teacher speaks against the background of music. The musical fragment “September” by P.I. Tchaikovsky from the cycle "The Seasons".
Beautiful melody P.I. Tchaikovsky absorbed quiet sadness, thoughtfulness and the color palette of autumn.
Autumn is blazing with birch bonfires, the earth glows with golden placers. Autumn is a mixture of joy and sadness. Joy- in the gifts of nature, in the multicolor of colors. BUT sadness- the piercing blue of the sky, in which the golden crimson of foliage is buried, the last farewell dress of nature, the disturbing rustle of foliage, flocks of birds flying away to warm lands, the infinity of fine autumn rain.
How do you understand folk wisdom: “Autumn rewarded everyone, ruined everything”?
Autumn awarded us yellow and red apples, blue plums.
She ruined everything: gray rain, black wet branches of trees without a golden outfit.
What is the sound of autumn?
- Leaves rustle, saying goodbye to each other and the sun;
- Sing the sad song of autumn raindrops;
- Smells in autumn park, a forest of dampness and withered foliage.
Our nature is beautiful in all seasons. Let's love her for who she is. But for this we must treat it carefully.
“There are many miracles in nature. No matter how long you live in the world, you still will not fully understand nature. Nature is a mystery that will never be solved. Not a single day is the same, not a single leaf, nature is endless. A variety of shapes, colors, shades - everything is in nature. M. M. Prishvin
Thanks everyone for the lesson.
Hope Queen
Literary evening "There is a short, but marvelous time in the initial autumn"
Goals:
Cultivate interest in artistic word, to develop interest in the poems of different poets.
To intensify work with preschoolers on the use of children's books in their cognitive-speech and artistic-speech development.
Tasks:
Promote children's interest in poetry;
Strengthen children's knowledge about autumn, autumn months, about autumn preparation of flora and fauna for winter.
- Form in children: the desire to be able to expressively read by heart, the ability to feel, understand and reproduce the figurative language of the poem.
Develop children's artistic abilities.
Develop attention, memory, thinking and imagination.
preliminary work:
Reading poems to children and talking about them, expanding cognitive interests through lines of poetry. Project work "Seasons" chapter autumn.
Acquaintance of children with Pushkin through reading poems about nature.
Learning by heart poems.
Involving parents in raising interest in the poetic word, as one of the conditions for improving the speech activity of children. (Learning Poems and reading works with children)
Learning dances
"Rain drip-drop-drop", Falling leaves - Wizard.
Equipment:
Phonogram of songs "Rain drip-drop-drop", "Leaf fall - Wizard", tape recorder.
Presentation with illustrations of photographs for children's poems, TV.
Exhibition of books with autumn poems. portraits writers: Pushkin, Yesenin, Fet, Marshak,
Decorative additions to poetry: village houses, near the wall of one firewood shed with firewood, autumn tree , dolls - autumn months september, October, November, an owl with books, a candlestick with a candle, a pen - a pen. Easel with a painting autumn, paints, brushes.
The course of the literary evening.
Is in the autumn of the original,
A short but marvelous time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings.
How wonderfully poets write about autumn.
What is autumn?
This is the time of year.
Imagine that you are an artist, what color of paint will you use?
Tell me, who can paint a picture, not with colors, but with words?
Poets. We have been preparing for today for a long time, each of you has learned a poem. Each poem is a picture. Such pictures can only be seen in silence. Are you ready to listen to every word in a poem, riddle poems? Then we begin our poetic evening(Denis).
I decided to say goodbye to the summer,
Suddenly the river became cloudy
Birds became a friendly flock
Go on vacation.
And so that everything becomes like in a fairy tale,
Giving beauty to the earth
Year spilled on autumn paint
From september boxes
From whose boxes YEAR got paint? Denis bring us September here (doll - September)
September (Maksim)
On a clear September morning
Villages thresh bread
Birds rush" over the seas
And the school opened. S. Marshak
All year round. October. (Rita. P)
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves
S. Marshak
What month did Rita read us a poem about? Rita look for October and put it next to September. Tell me why you need to prepare firewood for the winter?
(Nikita)
The sun freezes, hiding in the clouds,
The north wind howled
The birds went on holiday
The rain was cold.
I'm about autumn meditate
At the closed window:
Autumn loves Pushkin,
I was born in autumn!
Who is Pushkin? Yes it's true great poet he wrote many poems, and we will get to know you about fairy tales with them, and now Juliana will read an excerpt
From a novel "Eugene Onegin"
Already the sky autumn breathed,
The sun shone less
The day got shorter,
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Pulled south: was approaching
Pretty boring it's time;
November was already at the yard.
A. Pushkin
Ruslan will give us 2 riddles.
Who does not let us warmly,
The first snow scares us?
Who calls the cold to us,
You know? Of course yes! (November)
It wets the field, forest and meadow,
City, house and everything around!
He is the leader of clouds and clouds,
You know this. (Rain)
It often rains in autumn, poets also wrote poems about this prankster.
"It's raining down the street." (Roma)
It's raining down the street
wet road,
Many drops on glass
And a little warmth.
How autumn mushrooms,
We carry umbrellas
Because in the yard
Has come autumn
It's raining (Ilya)
Cloud-cat, tail pipe,
A cloud with a long beard
Cloud-horse, cloud-beetle.
And there are only two hundred of them.
The poor clouds are very crowded,
There is no place for clouds in the sky.
All two hundred will quarrel,
And then they will pay together.
And the people below are screaming:
"Run, it's raining!"
Raindrops are flying (Ilya L.)
Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
A thick fog creeps in.
For the saddened pines
And fiery rowans
Goes and sows autumn
Fragrant mushrooms!
When it rains, are we sad or happy? …
And it all depends on what mood we are in. Let's turn into rain and play a little pranks.
Dance "Rain drip-drop-drop".
Autumn is a wonderful time!
Leaves fly in the air
Like midges in summer.
About autumn leaves and autumn there are many poems
autumn leaf. (Sasha)
leaf behind the window autumn turned yellow,
Broke off, spun, flew.
The yellow leaf made friends with the breeze,
Everyone is spinning and playing under the window.
And when the cheerful wind flew away,
The yellow leaf on the asphalt got bored.
I went into the yard and picked up a leaf,
I brought it home and gave it to my mom.
You can't leave him outside.
Let him live all winter with me.
Autumn(Katia)
In a golden carriage
What's with the playful horse
galloped autumn
Through forests and fields.
good sorceress
Changed everything
bright yellow color
Decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
Surprised by a miracle
Everything around sparkles
Everything shimmers
Autumn(Artyom)
Autumn,
Autumn.
Damp in the clouds -
Shines even at noon
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
On the path
The hare blew -
the first
Snowflake.
Autumn(Sonya)
walks autumn on the path,
Wet her feet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light.
Lost somewhere summer.
walks autumn,
Wanders autumn.
Wind with maple leaves
New carpet underfoot
yellow-pink -
Maple.
Falling leaves!
Falling leaves! Falling leaves! (Kirill)
The entire park and garden are strewn!
colorful carpets,
Spread out under your feet!
I will catch a leaf in my hands,
Gift to my beloved mother!
autumn deciduous,
The most elegant!
Do you know that autumn descends to the ground "Leaf fall - Wizard" and walks through the streets, parks, and his forest favorite place for games.
Dance Falling Leaves - Wizard.
Maxim will guess a riddle.
The cold scares them so much
To warm countries fly away
Can't sing, have fun
Who gathered in flocks?
(birds)
Video of flying birds. Who is it? what are they doing? we read poems about them now.
"It has come autumn.» (Dasha)
Has come autumn,
Our garden turned yellow.
Leaves on a birch
They burn with gold.
Don't hear merry
Nightingale song.
The birds have flown away
To distant lands
Swifts (Rita G)
Swifts flew away today.
Where did you go, tell me?
And they flew away
Where the days are warm in the sun
Where there is no winter at all.
But we are still dearer to them!
And they will arrive in the spring
And again they whistle in the sky.
Not only birds, but also animals are preparing for winter. Kirill Yuriev will tell us about the bear.
Misha found a snag -
There is one wall and a roof.
Lies back against the wall, yawns.
The house is blowing in the wind.
Don't worry:
Winter will complete three walls.
And Nastenka knows the riddle about one of autumn months. Try to listen carefully and guess.
Frogs, bear cubs, (Nastya)
And of course the badgers
Again this month
Go to bed for the winter!
Like snow the leaves are spinning
And lays down like a colored carpet,
All nature falls asleep
What month of the year? (October)
Let's remember with you how squirrels are preparing supplies for the winter.
Autumn chores
How much trouble for squirrels! The walnut ripens
apples, pears, rowan.
It is necessary to gather porcini mushrooms,
String them on pine branches,
Caulk the hollow with new moss,
Grass and leaves to drag into the nest.
That is why there is vanity in the forest,
And without wind in the movement of the top,
That's why around the shaggy stump
Exploded mosses of multi-colored pillows.
And you know that all this time a hedgehog and a fox were watching you. We love your literary evening that we decided to give you three of our favorite books about how they live in the forest, a hare, a fox and a bear. The teacher reads to you, but for now you can look at the pictures. Just take care of these books, they are our favorite.
This concludes our literary evening, it was very pleasant to be in your company, to listen to a wonderful reading of poetry. I received from evenings great pleasure with you. I hope for new meetings.
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere, -
Only cobwebs of thin hair
Shines on an idle furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms -
And pure and warm azure pours
To the resting field...
There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear.
Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow,
A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme;
spanning the brown and idle furrow,
A dainty thread of cobweb gleams.
The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour,
But winter "s angry winds not soon will start to blow -
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer.
Exists in the autumnal growing
A brief, but an enchanting phase:
The day - as if in crystal glowing,
The dusk - in the resplendent glaze.
Where ears fell to zesty sickle's rending,
It "s bare around; through a widespread range
Glows only, thinning and unbending,
A web string on an idle trench.
The air "s depleting, quiet - birds have pealed,
Of nascent wintry storms there isn't a clue,
And pours the warm and the transparent blue
Onto a resting field...
There is a fleeting, wondrous moment
during autumn "s early days:
time stands motionless, time "s a crystal,
evenings bathe in brilliant rays.
Where sickles swung and crops were toppled
there"s just an empty wasteland now.
A strand of glittering web is all you notice
across an idle track cut by a plow.
The air has emptied. Birds no longer chatter,
though there "s some time to wait for winter" s snow and rain,
and pure and warm, a gentle blue is flowing
across the resting plains.
Jest chwila krotka w dniach jesiennej pory,
Przedziwnych chwila mgnień:
Powietrze czyste, krysztalowy dzień,
Świetliste jeszcze wciąż wieczory...
Gdzie rześki błyskał sierp i padał kłos,
Dziś głucho wszędzie, opuszczona niwa;
I tylko cienki pajęczyny włos
Na śpiącej bruździe odpoczywa.
Wichrowe jeszcze śpią poświsty,
W powietrzu pustka, zmilkły ptaków spory,
I spływa lazur jasny, ciepły, czysty
Na pogrążone w sen ugory.
I know in the early autumn
So short and clear.
Povіtrya clean, a day of insight,
I evening sang into the distance.
De sickle roaming and fell eared,
Use the space, empty on the stubble.
Lish pavutinnya, mov thin hair,
Shine on the march furrow.
Don't be a bird, it's getting colder,
Far to the first snowy khurtovins,
Blur the vision and heat flow from the heights
On a stagnant and quiet field.
Er is, als de herfst amper is verschenen,
Een korte maar heerlijke tijd -
Alle dagen als door kristal beschenen,
En de avond een stralende heerlijkheid.
Waar eens de sikkel het koren luchtig deed vallen
Is het nu uitgestrekt en verlaten.
Alleen de spin weeft er nog zijn vallen,
Een scittering over stille paden.
In de lege lucht laat geen vogel zich horen.
De eerste winterstorm nog ver in "t verschiet,
Warm en zuiver is het azuur dat vliedt
Over de rustende voren..
U jesenskih je prvih dana
Krachahna, ali divna dob -
Kad stoji dan ko "od kristala,
I večer sjaji blistavo…
Gdje set "o čilo srp i klas gdje pad" o
sad tek je prostor svud - i pusto sve -
i paucine tanki vlasak samo
Treperi gdje je brazde pusti red.
Zrak samotan, ni ptica cuti više,
no daleko jos je do prvih zimskih bura -
potoci toploga i cistoga azura
leže gdje polje mirno disse…
初秋有一段奇异的时节，
它虽然短暂，却非常明丽——
整个白天好似水晶的凝结，
而夜晚的天空是透明的……
在矫健的镰刀游过的地方，
谷穗落了，现在是空旷无垠——
只有在悠闲的田垄的残埂上
还有蛛网的游丝耀人眼睛。
空气沉静了，不再听见鸟歌，
但离冬天的风暴还很遥远——
在休憩的土地上，流动着
一片温暖而纯净的蔚蓝……
一八五七年
查良铮 译
In "as if crystal", "as if" - in their opinion - is clearly undesirable, like other indirect comparisons such as "as if", "as if", "similar to".
They would advise avoiding "already", "only", "more".
They are "appraisers", NOT CRITICS! And so they would cry out:
- O! My God! In the first two quatrains abab, and in the third - abba!
They would advise the "unskillful poet" not to write "trees", but to indicate exactly the type of tree, and for tomatoes ... even indicate the variety.
They will want to know which birds "no longer sing" in this "wonderful time." And especially advanced connoisseurs of nature will say that the birds do not sing because the mating season has passed, and the males no longer show off in front of the females.
Such are the times. Such qualified critics.
Thank God, F.I. Tyutchev wrote “There is in the original autumn ...” a century and a half ago and did not live to this day! Otherwise, I would have been a loser in some literary institute.
Everything is known in comparison, so first we read another poem by the poet - “Autumn Evening”.
Is in the lordship of autumn evenings
A touching, mysterious charm! ..
The ominous brilliance and variegation of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Foggy and quiet azure
Over the sad orphan land
And, like a premonition of descending storms,
A gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and on everything
That gentle smile of fading,
What in a rational being do we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering!
And then - peer-reviewed - "There is in the autumn of the original ..."
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only cobwebs of thin hair
Shines on an idle furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms -
And pure and warm azure pours
To the resting field...
Most of today's landscape painters live in cities, only occasionally going out into nature, "to barbecue" or staring at the ground, trying to find porcini. Returning to their apartment on the 9th floor, having sobered up, they describe nature from memory, forgetting (not knowing?) Looking through binoculars from under the roof of the house at the trees offended by asphalt fumes. It is even worse if they, not having time to consider, understand, feel nature, attribute to it something that is not and cannot be in it. It would not hurt to remind such people about “males showing off in front of females”. And I also want to tell them:
- Do not misinform your own and other people's children with your nonsense! The stamen is not the bride, and the pistil is not the groom, but quite the opposite.
Tyutchev's landscape lyrics are a world perceived by all the gut, with all the soul. The poet from the cradle sleeps with nature in an embrace, feels it with all his being. He shares with us his "intimate" feelings, but does not impose them on us, does not dictate his perception. Recreating the impressions of nature clearly and vividly, he calls us to fly over the vastness of fields and forests, without putting blinders on our eyes and thoughts. Dots give us time to think, to remember what has amazed us since childhood. And this is achieved just by a "flaw" - the use of generalizing words instead of excessive detailing, which would limit the flight of our associations.
"Autumn evening". There, too, autumn, but a different time. This is a symbol of the withering of wildlife (although temporary, reborn in the spring, and not dying, as many believe).
In Autumn Evening, Fyodor Tyutchev admires the decoration of the trees of the “Balzac era”, masterfully forcing us to remember the sky with still cumulus clouds and a crane wedge.
In "There is in the original autumn ..." the reincarnation of nature is shown in that short moment, which is called "Indian summer". Autumn has not yet come into its own. These are the last gifts of the caressing sun. The day is still in summer “crystal and radiant evenings”, but no longer disgusted, not tired of the heat, but there is still no dull rainy weather. There is an opportunity to rest a little, to comprehend, to dream, to see the “webs of fine hair” that glistens in the furrow of a long-harvested field. It can easily end, like life itself.
Great about verses:
Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.
Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own idiosyncratic beauty with stolen glitter.
Humboldt W.
Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not in verses alone: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.
Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"
To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated thin strings meanings and dreams, and therefore - chase the critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry that has rejected the word.