Autumn golden...
She is very different. For some, autumn is a beautiful, golden-haired artist who paints everything around with her magical colors, for others, autumn is a dull time, with drizzling rains, sad, dreary. For many, autumn is an opportunity to go into the woods, rustle the leaves, and harvest vegetables and fruits.
Autumn is very different. The days are getting shorter so fast that you start to absorb more light, colors, because there is a long and cold winter ahead. I want to enjoy the last beautiful days.
Walking in the park, in the forest, watching from the window how raindrops flow from the glass, we often recall the beautiful lines of poems about the autumn of our classics. Poets sang of autumn, the beauty of nature, the gold of foliage, the coolness of autumn days. beautiful, sometimes sad, convey the mood of the poets. Pushkin, Nekrasov, Yesenin in poems about autumn conveyed their attitude to this season so talentedly that when you read certain lines, you imagine the whole picture.
Children learn classic poems about autumn at school. So my granddaughter read, learned by heart the poems of Pushkin, Fet, Belmont, and together with her I recalled all these wonderful lines.
The poetry of the time of "eyes of charm" captivates with its beauty, immerses us in a romantic mood. Let's dive into the world of beauty today and remember the wonderful poems of our poets about autumn.
Beautiful poems dedicated to the autumn season are read by both adults and children. Someone reads to their children, grandchildren, someone at school memorizes according to the school curriculum.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
Already the sky was breathing in autumn ...
Already the sky breathed autumn.
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
Sad time! Oh charm!
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And a rare ray of sunshine. and the first frosts
And distant gray winter threats.
F. Tyutchev
Is in the autumn of the original
Is in the autumn of the original
A short but marvelous 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 bright azure pours
On the resting field…
Many have known Belmont's poems since childhood. It helps to develop speech, memory, introduces us to the beautiful season of autumn.
K. Belmont "Autumn"
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.
The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.
Autumn in the verses of Russian poets is thoughtful, sad, mysterious. Poems betray the mood of tired nature. Poems about Indian summer, about autumn rain, about sad cloudy days of late autumn.
Nature in autumn in a poem by A. Pleshcheev
Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet outside the window;
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early,
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!
Everyone is not happy for you!
Your sad face
Grief and adversity
Promises the poor.
He hears in advance
Scream and cry of children;
No warm clothes
There is no wood in the stove ...
Whose autumn are you
Hastened to call?
Won and thin and pale
The patient is hunched over...
How glad he was to the sun,
How cheerful it was in the spring!
And now - induces
yellow leaf noise
For a sick soul
A swarm of sinister thoughts!
Early, early, autumn
Came to visit us...
Many can't wait
Light and warmth...
F. Fet
The swallows are gone.
And yesterday dawn
All the rooks flickered
Over that mountain.
In the evening everyone sleeps
It's dark outside.
The leaf falls dry
At night the wind is angry
Yes, knock on the window.
It would be better if snow and blizzard
Happy to meet you!
As if in fear
Screaming, to the south,
The cranes are flying.
You will leave - involuntarily
It's hard, even cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Jumps like a ball.
Autumn in the verses of the classics is refined, tender, wise. Everything is intertwined: sadness, longing, joy, love. touching words, rhymes. everything emphasizes the beauty of Russian nature.
Ivan Bunin
The forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Merry motley wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches, yellow thread
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
M. Yu. Lermontov "Autumn"
The leaves in the field turned yellow
And spin and fly;
Only in the forest drooped spruce
Greenery is gloomy.
Under an overhanging rock
He doesn't like it, between flowers.
Plowman, sometimes rest
From midday labors.
Beast, brave, reluctantly
Hurry somewhere to hide.
At night, the moon is dim. and field
Through the fog only silver.
Boris Pasternak
Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Vyazkhov, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs.
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
These are the wonderful lines of classical poets today we remembered. And what do you like poems about the autumn of Russian poets? Write in the comments.
Feel the breath of autumn in best poems Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. The poems are small in volume, very beautiful, short. They are easy to learn and remember. Suitable for schoolchildren and for anyone who loves classical literature.
Already the sky was breathing in autumn (Excerpt from the poem "Eugene Onegin")
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
Excerpt from "Autumn"
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
That year, autumn weather (Excerpt from the poem "Eugene Onegin")
That year the autumn weather
Stood in the yard for a long time
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting.
Snow fell only in January
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatyana saw through the window
Whitewashed yard in the morning,
Curtains, roofs and fences,
Light patterns on glass
Trees in winter silver
Forty merry in the yard
And softly padded mountains
Winters are a brilliant carpet.
Everything is bright, everything is white around.
October has already come - the grove is already shaking off (Excerpt from the poem "Eugene Onegin")
October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through,
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.
Let's listen to how Innokenty Mikhailovich Smoktunovsky reads this poem.
autumn morning
There was a noise; field pipe
My solitude is announced
And with the image of a mistress draga
The last dream fell.
A shadow has already fallen from the sky.
The dawn has risen, the pale day is shining -
And all around me is a deaf desolation ...
She's gone... I was off the coast,
Where the darling went on a clear evening;
On the shore, on the green meadows
I did not find any visible traces,
Left by her beautiful foot.
Thoughtfully wandering in the wilderness of forests,
I spoke the name of the incomparable;
I called her - and a solitary voice
The empty valleys called her into the distance.
He came to the stream, attracted by dreams;
Its streams flowed slowly,
The unforgettable image did not tremble in them.
She's gone!.. Until the sweet spring
I said goodbye with bliss and soul.
Already in autumn with a cold hand
The heads of birches and lindens are bare,
She rustles in the deserted oak forests;
There, day and night, a yellow leaf is spinning,
There is a fog on the waves of the cooled,
And an instant wind whistle is heard.
Fields, hills, familiar oak forests!
Keepers of sacred silence!
Witnesses of my anguish, fun!
You are forgotten ... until the sweet spring!
The theme of autumn in the poems of A.S. Pushkin
Landscape poetry occupies a significant place in the creative heritage of A.S. Pushkin. And autumn is depicted especially brightly among all the seasons. Autumn nature is represented in all the variety of changeable weather. From sunny September days (“Already the sky breathed autumn”) to the deep solitude of autumn in November (“A noise arose; a field pipe”). The poet openly confesses his love for autumn and describes it with the brightest colors.
In the poem "Autumn (Excerpt)", the author shows his special attitude to autumn days compared to other seasons. The form of a confidential conversation with the reader gives the work a special closeness, comfort, intimacy. Moreover, it is precisely the most gloomy time of autumn that is dear to Pushkin - late October with the last flying leaves, a cooled pond.
The quiet, humble beauty of late autumn is closest to the poet, who describes her as an unloved child in the family. Comparing the gray time with a consumptive maiden, the author creates a portrait that is memorable for its transience and peace. A few stanzas later, he admits that it is in autumn that he himself “blooms”. In his imagination, dying nature is reborn with beauty.
For Pushkin, autumn is a source of inspiration. Most of the works of the brilliant poet were born at this time of the year. Alexander Sergeevich was attracted by the variety of autumn colors and the changeability of the weather. It's in the description autumn weather the author saw the variability of female nature. No wonder he endowed autumn with a feminine character in various manifestations.
In the dying of nature, the poet sees all the variety of colors and pale beauty. “A dull time” he calls autumn in another poem, but then reveals a picturesque landscape. The picture full of colors appears before the reader. "Farewell Beauty" is dear to the poet and includes crimson, gold, a rare sunbeam, the first threats of winter. A painting worthy of the brush of a talented artist. In each line, one can feel the ecstasy of nature and the enjoyment of every gust of wind observed by the picture.
The novel "Eugene Onegin" is also filled with autumn landscapes. From school curriculum the passage “Already the sky was breathing in autumn” is known, which describes the October time in the village. The author mentions a caravan of flying birds and one of the most talented descriptions of leaf fall: "the mysterious canopy of the forests was exposed with a sad noise." The landscape is complemented by a village girl at a spinning wheel, and boys. The whole work is filled with the slow fading of life. "The Boring Time" is depicted so masterfully that it remains in the reader's memory for a long time.
The reader sees the November picture in the poem "Autumn Morning", where the poet's solitude is consonant with bare fields, a pale day and the deaf desolation of nature. The falling forest complements the autumn picture: “The heads of birches and lindens are bare by the cold hand of autumn ...” The sad, bright image of autumn evokes a feeling of tenderness in the poet.
Artistic means of expression
Describing autumn, Pushkin uses epithets in abundance. For example, grave breathing, farewell beauty, lush withering. Metaphors add brightness to the images: “forests dressed in crimson and gold”, “the grove shakes off the leaves”, “I blossom”.
Personifications help to convey expressively the picture of the last autumn breath of nature: “forests clad in gold”, “heavens are covered with mist”, “the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests”.
The image of autumn is humanized. And in the poems “Autumn Morning” and “Autumn (Excerpt)”, the author simply depicts female portraits similar to the described state of nature.
Metaphorical comparisons, epithets and comparisons help to betray the changeable mood of the poet and his favorite season: from admiration, tenderness and gloomy despondency to thoughtful and calm contemplation.
The text of Pushkin's verse "Already the sky was breathing in autumn" is included in the 4th chapter of the novel "Eugene Onegin" and is included in the literature program for schoolchildren of the 2nd grade. The poem was written in the 30s, the period of the poet's fruitful activity, which went down in the history of his work as "Boldino autumn". Autumn nature had an amazingly beneficial effect on Pushkin, his state of mind, gave a huge burst of creativity and inspiration.
Landscape sketch plunges into late autumn. The village is on the eve of winter, when it is already November at the yard, the trees have shed their leaves, the peasants have finished summer field work, and the girls, singing, sat down at the spinning wheels. In each line of the poem, concisely and simply, but at the same time very capaciously, the poet creates an image of his favorite time of the year. For this, special, Pushkin's words have been selected, each of which gives rise to its own associations. A short, archaic word“canopy”, meaning the poet’s fallen foliage of trees, carries its own imagery: with bare branches, the forest has not lost its mystery, nature has only froze before moving to another season. Light noise, autumn sounds and clear cool air, which the autumn sky breathed in plenty, the days getting shorter, a caravan of geese flying screaming to the southern lands - these descriptions of nature also convey the state of mind of a person. Despite the fact that withered nature has already fallen into a long sleep, the intonation of the verse is filled with the expectation of a joyful renewal. And the state of alertness, the slight noise of trees under the pressure of the cold November wind, the frozen and deserted fields - everything portends the imminent arrival of winter - another season no less beloved by the poet.
“Already the sky was breathing in autumn ...” Alexander Pushkin
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
Analysis of Pushkin's poem "Already the sky was breathing in autumn ..."
The poem “Already the sky was breathing in autumn ...” is mandatory for studying in elementary school. Children in the second grade listen to these lines and with their help they are imbued with the magical atmosphere of Russian autumn. In addition, this work allows students to appreciate the poetic talent of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.
Interestingly, despite its wide popularity, this poem is not an independent work. It is a fragment of stanza XL of the fourth chapter of the novel "Eugene Onegin". This passage has an unusual fate. It was created between October 1824 and January 1825. Originally the next part
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less...
was placed in stanza XXIV, but then the poet moved it to the fortieth stanza.
Already from the above lines, the reader can note how various poetic techniques the author used to convey his enthusiastic awe when contemplating the autumn beauties. The anaphora in this fragment emphasizes how inexorably nature changes, how summer fades away.
These lines show the poet's love for his homeland. Notice how affectionately Alexander Sergeevich calls heavenly body"sun", as if it were a native living being for the author. Even the author's sky is animated. If in other works the heavens act as a decoration for more important events, then in Pushkin it is itself actor. It inhales smells to concentrate them and convey them to the poet enjoying the autumn views.
The epithets used in the work deserve detailed consideration. Expressions that the poet selects for the image natural phenomena, allow the reader to easily imagine these things. Here, for example, the phrase "forests mysterious canopy." Thanks to the spectacular epithet, we can see with our mind's eye the once impenetrable thicket, gradually losing dense foliage and acquiring vagueness and transparency. Our hearing brings to us an indistinct rustling, described by the poet as a "sad noise", with which the curved branches of trees are exposed.
Attention should be paid to the metaphor with which the author describes the flock of birds:
Noisy geese caravan
Moved south...
Such an expression is not expected to be found in relation to geese, because it is usually used only in relation to beasts of burden. The word "caravan" itself supposedly comes from the Sanskrit "camel" (according to another version, "elephant"). But this metaphor very accurately conveys the impression of a long chain of birds that have fattened over the summer, slowly moving across the sky.
The autumn month, mentioned at the end of the poem, also acts as an independent hero. An animated November is reminiscent of an impatient unexpected guest who is waiting at the door: “November was already at the yard.”
This poem is an excellent example of Pushkin's landscape lyrics. In it, amazing pictures are presented with the help of spectacular literary techniques, thanks to which the reader is easily imbued with the mood of Russian autumn.