Only the cobwebs of thin hair shine. Tyutchev exists in the initial autumn
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate 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. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. 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 me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this 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 with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding 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 more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere, -
Only a web of thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
Analysis of the poem “There is in the original autumn” by Tyutchev
F. Tyutchev became famous for his ability to convey elusive moments associated with the Russian landscape. His poems are like superb photographs taken at the most opportune moments. The poet surprisingly accurately found the right angle and time. In 1857, he wrote the poem “There is in the original autumn...”, dedicated to the most beautiful and short-lived autumn time - Indian summer. The work was written by the poet in a surge of inspiration while observing the autumn landscape from the carriage.
Autumn is traditionally considered a period of fading vitality, a premonition of the inevitable winter with its severe frosts. Therefore, many poets were attracted to the special autumn period - Indian summer. After the first dull autumn rains and frosts, it is a bright farewell reminder of the past happy summer days. Indian summer is a short respite from nature, taken before the next severe test.
Tyutchev focuses the reader’s attention on the fact that Indian summer suddenly stops the process of withering and for some time fixes nature in an unchanged state, allowing you to fully enjoy its beauty. One can feel the incredible fragility of this state (“the whole day is like crystal”). A person is given time to gather strength before the long Russian winter, and once again plunge into the atmosphere of the past summer.
Tyutchev turns to images of simple village labor, harvesting and harvesting. Along with the last warm days, the difficult time of suffering also ended. Autumn is a period of taking stock. It is no coincidence that weddings were traditionally celebrated in Rus' at this time. Indian summer becomes a respite for the peasantry.
Tyutchev's close attention to every detail is clearly represented in the image of the “fine hair of a spider's web.” This element of the landscape, insignificant in itself, very succinctly and accurately conveys the feeling of peace that unites nature with man.
The poet encourages readers to make the most of the respite provided. Nothing can interfere with the calm contemplation of nature: loud sounds have disappeared (“birds can no longer be heard”), bright colors have dimmed. Severe winter storms are still a long way off, so they seem unrealistic. The author does not specifically mention autumn bad weather and mud. He wants the best memories of autumn to be preserved in his memory.
The image of autumn in the poem by F. I. Tyutchev “There is in the original autumn...”
In this poem, Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev admires the picture of the coming autumn, still warm, soft, bewitching and beautiful.
There is a short but wonderful time in the original autumn -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
And yet the poet is a little sad, remembering summer and harvesting. The second stanza speaks about this:
Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only a cobweb of thin hair Glistens on an idle furrow.
“Webs of thin hair” are the harbinger of autumn. “Space” in the fields where people recently worked also indicates that summer is over. Nature is changing, “the birds are no longer heard.”
But Tyutchev seems to reassure himself that autumn is just coming and there will still be warm days:
...But the first winter storms are still far away -
And clean and warm azure pours onto the resting field...
It’s not for nothing that the poet calls the field “resting.” By this he shows that everything in nature is natural: summer will come again, and the field will have to bring people a new harvest.
Observing this field, the nature around, Tyutchev looks closely at every detail, every “hair” of the web. To convey to us what he saw, he uses bright, expressive epithets: “wonderful time”, “vigorous sickle”, “on an idle furrow”.
The description of nature in this poem is interesting. The poet compares the sky with “blue” that “flows,” and the “resting field” resembles a peasant who is gaining strength after harvesting.
The entire poem is imbued with a calm, slightly sad mood. In it Tyutchev connects three times. The past is a memory of the passing summer. The future is the poet’s thoughts about “winter storms.” And the present is the “original autumn”, which pleases Tyutchev with its fleeting beauty. Therefore, he drives away all sad thoughts and simply enjoys this “wonderful time”, because it is so short!
5th grade
F.I. Tyutchev.
“There is in the primordial autumn...”
Lesson summary on analyzing poetic text
Goals: continue to develop students’ ability to read and perceive landscape poetry;
skills of analyzing poetic text.
DURING THE CLASSES
1. The teacher’s word about the poet.
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev spent almost twenty years abroad, working in the Russian diplomatic mission. When he returned to Russia, he settled in St. Petersburg, occasionally visiting his native village of Ovstug in the Bryansk province. Such trips helped Tyutchev to experience the joy and beauty of Russian nature in a new way.
There is in the initial autumn
On August 22, 1857, the poet and his daughter Maria set off from Ovstug to Moscow. The road was tiring, father and daughter were dozing. And suddenly he took from her hands a piece of paper with a list of postal stations and travel expenses and on the back of it began to quickly write:
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
And the evenings are radiant...
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only a web of thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
Maria, seeing her father’s hand trembling impatiently, and the stroller bouncing on potholes preventing him from writing, takes a pencil and paper from him and, under his dictation, finishes the poem:
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
We analyze the poem during the conversation, writing down the main thoughts in a notebook.
In the poem “There is in the original autumn...” Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev conveys to the reader his mood, his travel impressions of the autumn landscape, his thoughts.
– How many stanzas is the poem divided into? What does each stanza say?
In the first quatrain, the poet describes the picture of nature that he sees. In the second stanza, he remembers the time of the harvest, and then carefully peers into the cobwebs on the stubble (on an idle furrow). In the third stanza, he says that winter storms are ahead, but now the poet does not want to think about them and is enjoying the last warmth.
– What epithets does the poet use?
To create a mood of gentle sadness and solemnity, Tyutchev uses expressive epithets: in the primordial autumn, a wondrous time, a vigorous sickle, on an idle furrow (on idle- that is, on a vacationer on whom work has been completed), clear and warm azure, resting field.
Finding metaphors: the sickle walked, the azure flowed. The poet compares the web to a hair: only the cobwebs of thin hair shine; he calls blue sky azure
. We, following the poet, imagine the field as a large resting person. Nature froze in anticipation, and only two verbs help convey the state of peace in the first quatrain: There is.
And
costs
– What is the rhyming method in these stanzas? What does it help convey? Observe the length of the lines.
We imagine that the poet looks thoughtfully at the autumn field and reflects leisurely. This state of thoughtfulness is conveyed by a different way of rhyming (in the first stanzas the rhyme is cross, in the third it is circular, or encircling), different lengths of the lines: long lines of 10 syllables rhyme with shorter ones of 8 syllables, lines of 11 syllables rhyme with lines of 9 syllables. Shorter lines follow long ones, the rhythm seems to be lost, and this creates the impression that the person is tired and wants to rest.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard, (11 syllables)
But the first winter storms are still far away - (12 syllables)
And pure and warm azure flows (11 syllables)
To a resting field... (9 syllables)
Describing an autumn day, Tyutchev conveys to readers the beauty of nature, the mood of sadness and peace.
3. Expressive reading of a poem by F.I.
Tyutcheva.
There is in the initial autumn
4. Miniature essay “The Journey of the Golden Leaf.”
T.V. SOROKINA,
And the evenings are radiant...
Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Ulyanovsk region
A short but wonderful time -
Glistens on the idle furrow...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
Other editions and options
3 The whole day is like crystal
Autographs - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit hr. 22. L. 3;
Album Tyutch. - Birileva; Ed. 1868. pp. 175 et seq. ed.
COMMENTS:
Autographs (3) - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit hr. 22. L. 3, 4; Album Tutch. - Birileva.
First publication - RB. 1858. Part II. Book 10. P. 3. Included in the publication. 1868. P. 175; Ed. St. Petersburg, 1886. P. 222; Ed. 1900. P. 224.
Printed according to the autograph of RGALI.
The first autograph of RGALI (fol. 3) is written in pencil on the back of a sheet with a list of postal stations and travel expenses on the way from Ovstug to Moscow. The handwriting is uneven, the writing of some letters reveals road bumps. Starting from the 9th line, with the words “the birds are no longer heard,” the text was added by the hand of the poet’s daughter M. F. Tyutcheva. She also made an explanatory note in fr. in English: “Written in the carriage on the third day of our journey.” Second autograph of RGALI (l. 4) by Belova. In the third autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva before the text the date on fr. language Ern's hand. F. Tyutcheva: “August 22, 1857.” The autographs present options for the 3rd line: a pencil autograph from RGALI - “The whole day stands as if crystal,” the same option in the autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva, white autograph of RGALI - “Transparent air, crystal day.”
IN RB The 3rd line is printed according to the version of the white autograph of RGALI, in subsequent editions - according to the version of the draft autograph of RGALI and the autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva.
Dated according to E. F. Tyutcheva’s note in the autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva August 22, 1857
I. S. Aksakov believed that this poem clearly demonstrates Tyutchev’s “ability to convey in a few features the whole integrity of the impression, the whole reality of the image”: “Nothing can be added here; any new feature would be superfluous. This “thin hair of a cobweb” is enough for this one sign to resurrect in the reader’s memory the former feeling of such autumn days in its entirety” ( Biogr. pp. 90–91).
L.N. Tolstoy marked the poem with the letter “K!” (Beauty!) ( THOSE. P. 147). He paid special attention to the epithet “idle.” On September 1, 1909, Tolstoy, in a conversation with A. B. Goldenweiser, remembering the lines: “Only a thin hair of a cobweb // Glistens on an idle furrow,” remarked: “Here this word “idle” seems to be meaningless and it’s impossible to say that outside of poetry , and meanwhile, this word immediately says that the work is finished, everything has been removed, and the full impression is obtained. The ability to find such images lies in the art of writing poetry, and Tyutchev was a great master at this” (Goldenweiser A.B. Near Tolstoy. M., 1959. P. 315). A little later, on September 8, talking with V.G. Chertkov, the writer returned to this poem and said: “I especially like “idle.” The peculiarity of poetry is that one word in it hints at many things" ( Tolstoy in the memoirs P. 63).
V. F. Savodnik ranked the poem “among the best examples of Tyutchev’s objective lyrics” and noted that it was “very typical of Tyutchev’s manner of depicting nature. Objectivity, complete simplicity, accuracy and precision of epithets, sometimes completely unexpected (“crystal” day), the ability to capture a small but characteristic feature of the depicted moment (“webs of fine hair”), and at the same time convey the general impression - a feeling of light calmness, serene humility - these are the main features that characterize Tyutchev’s artistic techniques. The lines of his drawing are surprisingly simple and noble, the colors are dim, but soft and transparent, and the whole play gives the impression of a masterful watercolor, subtle and graceful, caressing the eye with a harmonious combination of colors" ( Gardener. pp. 172–173).
