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When a person leaves school for adulthood, he takes with him into the distant voyage of life learned by heart poems, excerpts of prose from the great works of Russian classics. The famous saying of K.G. Paustovsky is not taught by heart about the attitude of Russian poets to autumn. But everyone who is able to perceive the beauty and philosophical depth of nature knows this saying: "The softest and most touching poems, books and paintings were written by Russian poets, writers and artists about autumn."
So why is autumn the favorite season of many gifted people? How do they comprehend the unity of natural phenomena and movements of the human soul? The text of K.G. Paustovsky.
Undoubtedly, the author draws a parallel between autumn, with its lonely golden birches, a sky that looks like thin ice, and the state of the soul of a mature person, philosophically calmly and seriously arguing alone with himself about the frailty of life and the transience of all living things. It is not for nothing that the writer mentions Pushkin and Tyutchev, who tenderly and touchingly loved autumn. It is well known that these artists of the word were great philosophers of life, striving to understand its innermost essence. Probably, it is autumn with its rains and quiet sadness, like no other season, that contributes to a person's thoughts about the main issues of life.
The writer draws another parallel between man and autumn: in the fall, the splendor of spring and summer colors is replaced by severity and nobility. Likewise, among the great masters of literature, the "elegance of language" gives way to depth and simplicity of thought. Consequently, according to the author, autumn is usually loved by people who are able to comprehend their life path.
The author comes to the conclusion: in autumn, nature and man are equally quiet, tuned in to philosophical reflections on the eternal and imperishable, that all living things tend to age and die. But it is precisely in this pattern that the secret of the revival of life in the spring lies.
I fully share the author’s position: autumn is the most philosophical time of the year, when you don’t want to rush anywhere, you want to give up your usual way of life, leave your worries and anxieties for later and completely immerse yourself in the quiet and light sadness of “autumn” thoughts. It seems to me that the famous Pushkin's lines spontaneously arise in memory:
It's a sad time! Charm of the eyes! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush wilting of nature, In crimson and gold-clad forests ..
How much solemnity and, at the same time, meekness in the picture drawn by A.S. Pushkin's picture of nature. The poet even has a lush, unhurried and solemn withering away. This is a reason for each of us to think about our departure, which should be accepted, deliberate and philosophically calm. Another example of the unity of man and autumn is found in the works of F.I. Tyutchev. Of course, the lines will remain in memory for life:
There is an initial short but wondrous time in autumn - The whole day is like crystal, And the evenings are radiant ...
Peace, tranquility in nature, which F.I. Tyutchev. Is it possible at this time of the year to think about the momentary, temporary, short and unimportant? The poet is sure: autumn is a special time of the year, which gives a person a rare opportunity to slowly, seriously and deeply reflect on himself and his place in the world.
Thus, we can conclude: Russian poets, writers, artists philosophically perceived autumn as a unique, expensive and fleeting season, when a person, merging with dormant nature, thinks about the main thing, comprehending the world and himself in it.
Text by Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky:
(1) The closer to old age, the more often Levitan's thought stopped at the fall. (2) True, Levitan wrote several excellent spring things, but it was almost always spring, similar to autumn. (3) In "Big Water" the grove flooded by the flood is bare, as in late autumn, and is not even covered with the greenish smoke of the first foliage. (4) In Early Spring, a deep black river stands dead among the ravines, still covered with loose snow, and only in the painting March is the real spring brightness of the sky above melting snowdrifts, yellow sunlight and the glassy shine of melt water dripping from the porch of the boardwalk at home.
(5) The softest and most touching poems, books and paintings were written by Russian poets, writers and artists about autumn.
(6) Levitan, like Pushkin and Tyutchev and many others, was waiting for autumn as the most expensive and fleeting season of the year.
(7) 0the fall took off the thick colors from the forests, from the fields, from all nature, washed away the greens with the rains. (8) The groves were made through. (9) The dark colors of summer were replaced by timid gold, purple and silver. (Yu) Not only the color of the earth changed, but also the air itself. (11) 0n was cleaner, colder, and the distance was much deeper than in summer.
(12) So, among the great masters of literature and painting, youthful splendor of colors and elegance of language are replaced in adulthood by severity and nobility. (13) 0 The fall in Levitan's paintings is very diverse. (14) It is impossible to list all the autumn days he painted on the canvas. (15) Levitan left about a hundred "autumn" paintings, not counting sketches.
(16) 0 gave us the beauty of the autumn landscape. (17) They depicted things familiar from childhood: haystacks, blackened from dampness; small rivers, swirling in slow whirlpools, fallen leaves; lonely golden birches, not yet covered with wind; a sky that looks like thin ice; shaggy rains over forest felling.
(17) But in all these landscapes, no matter what they depict, the sadness of farewell days, falling leaves, decaying grasses, the quiet hum of bees before the cold weather and the pre-winter sun, barely noticeably warming the earth, are best conveyed ...
(18) Almost each of us remembered from childhood forest glades, covered with foliage, lush and sad corners of the homeland that shine under the cool sun in the blue, in the silence of calm waters, in the cries of nomadic birds.
(19) In adulthood, these memories arise with amazing force for the most insignificant reason, at least from a fleeting landscape that flashed through the windows of the carriage, and cause an incomprehensible feeling of excitement and happiness to us, a desire to abandon everything - cities, worries, a familiar circle people, and go into this wilderness, to the shores of unknown lakes, to forest roads, where every sound is heard so clearly and for a long time, as on mountain peaks - whether it be the whistle of a steam locomotive or the whistle of a bird fluttering in the rowan bushes.
(20) Such a feeling of long-seen lovely places remains from the "autumn" paintings of Levitan.
(According to K. Paustovsky)
The colder and darker the darkness outside, the more comfortable the warm soft light in the apartment seems. And if summer is the time to run away from home towards unrealizable dreams, then autumn is the time to return. © Al Quotion
Autumn is the most philosophical time of the year... Looking at how the world outside the window for a short period turns into a colorful and bright, and then into unrestrained gray, inevitably one thinks about the eternal. This is the time when we begin to appreciate every sunny day and try to absorb as much light and colors from nature as possible, because there is a long and cold winter ahead.
Almost every Russian poet has a poem about autumn, in which they sang the beauty of golden foliage, the romance of rainy weather and the invigorating power of coolness. Poems about autumn “circle” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “dazzle” with epithets-leaves ... We have selected the 5 best poems about autumn, in which you can feel the breath of autumn and remember your school years:
1. Fedor Tyutchev
There is in the autumn of the initial
A short but wondrous time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant ...
The air is empty, you can't hear the birds anymore,
But far from the first winter storms
And clear and warm azure pours
To the resting field ...
2. Alexander Pushkin
It's a sad time! Charm of the eyes!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush wilting of nature,
Crimson and gold-clad forests,
There is noise and fresh breath in their canopy,
And the heavens are covered with a wavy mist,
And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
And every fall I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I again feel love for the habits of being:
Sleep flies in succession, hunger in succession finds;
Blood plays easily and joyfully in the heart,
Desires are boiling - I'm happy again, young,
I am full of life again - this is my body
(Please allow me to forgive unnecessary prose).
3. Nikolay Nekrasov
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired strength;
Fragile ice on the icy river
Like melting sugar lies;
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Are yellow and fresh like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days ...
There is no disgrace in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Rus ...
I fly fast on cast-iron rails,
I think my thought ...
4. Ivan Bunin
The forest, as if we are looking at a painted one,
Purple, gold, crimson,
With a cheerful, colorful wall
Stands over a bright glade.
Birch trees with yellow carvings
Shine in the blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees are darkening,
And between the maples turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that little window.
The forest smells like oak and pine,
Over the summer he dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
5. Fedor Tyutchev
There is in the lightness of autumn evenings
Sweet, mysterious charm:
Ominous shine and variegation of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Foggy and quiet azure
Over a sad, orphaned land
And, as a presentiment of descending storms,
Gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and everything
That gentle smile of fading
That in a rational being we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering.
One of the most mentioned themes in the works of Russian poets is the theme of nature. It is she who is very closely connected with boundless love for the Motherland and beloved Russian spaces. The heart of each creator is simply overflowing with tender feelings and awe before the beauties of the Russian land. And the books of Russian poets about autumn are always full of delightful colors and emotional experiences. There is no person living in Russia who could not be imbued with its delightful landscapes. And those who once became its guests will never be able to forget the endless expanses, greenery of forests and the mirror-like surface of numerous rivers and lakes.
Unforgettable beauties of Russian nature, or Autumn in the work of Russian poets
Of course, it is impossible to be loyal to your Motherland if you do not love its nature, are indifferent and do not live in harmony with it. Each creator has a season that he prefers. But it is autumn that inspires them to create great and immortal masterpieces. In the poetry of Russian poets, she is an inexhaustible source of impressions and deep feelings.
Various poets of all ages felt and described this time in their own way. To some of them, it seems at times to wilting, while someone, on the contrary, cannot stop looking at the last circling in the heavenly blue or slightly covered with hoarfrost, withering flowers and grass caught in the first frost. Even the clouds hanging over the withering expanses delight, and the usual rain seems to be the farewell tears of autumn on the warm summer days that are leaving.
And, perhaps, there is no Russian writer who would not mention in his great works about this delightful period. Any books by Russian poets about autumn contain a lot of wonderful epithets and catchy phrases that are often used in quotes or aphorisms.
Great Pushkin and his favorite season
For example, Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, in his work, characterized all the seasons, but many of his lines show that he still preferred autumn most of all: "Now is my time: I do not like spring ...".
Pushkin never chose any special topics for writing his unforgettable works. The source of his inspiration was life itself with all its manifestations. Alexander Sergeevich was worried about absolutely everything that was connected with his beloved homeland. He infinitely adored and understood nature. Her sounds, an abundance of colors, wonderful aromas. And absolutely in every season of the year, the great Russian poet finds a special charm.
But he gave great preference to autumn and devoted a large number of his inimitable lines to this wonderful time. It is to her that we owe the numerous works of Alexander Sergeevich, which have replenished our treasury of literature.
Feelings and emotions painstakingly conveyed by the greatest creator
Pushkin's poems about autumn reflect her rather contradictory qualities. This is clearly seen in the lines: "A sad time! Charm of the eyes!" These poetic lines are so familiar to us and seem understandable that we do not even think about how incompatible the words used in poetry are.
"Dull time" and "charm of the eyes." After all, dull means boring with monotonous rains and a low gray sky, unsightly and dreary with piercing dampness and a cold wind. And charm is beauty that beckons and bewitches. Of course, this combination is surprising. But it was precisely this that became the leitmotif of the Russian lyric poetry of poets who devoted themselves
No other season of the year can compare with the rich solemn radiance of the charming golden age: "I love the magnificent wilting of nature ...".
A special period in creativity
In the next creation, called "Autumn", created in Boldino in 1833, at the same period in the poet's work, which scientists will later call Boldinskaya autumn, Alexander Sergeevich explains why he loves this particular time of year and experiences these days the longest moments of inspiration: "... And every fall I bloom again ...".
Pushkin was creatively happy in the fall. But few, seeing gray landscapes, bare bushes, heavy skies, feeling the cold breath of this period and the increasingly frequent gusts of wind that are about to bring the first snow, can discern special beauty in this time. And especially to accept with reverence and gratitude what nature has given us. And all of Pushkin's poems about autumn are always filled with special love and quivering tenderness for her gifts.
Twentieth century poet Ivan Alekseevich
Another wonderful and no less famous writer and Ivan Alekseevich Bunin wrote poems about autumn. In the poem "Evening", he shares his talent, even in small and gray, to find something especially kind and light: "We always only remember about happiness. And happiness is everywhere. Maybe it is this autumn garden ...".
And, for example, the fall of leaves in the forest and the mixing feeling of joy and delight from the indescribable beauty, he perfectly described in the poem "The leaves rustled, flying around ..." and the equally beautiful and exciting work "Fall of the leaves": "The forest, as if we were looking at painted ...". Reading these lines, you yourself are transported into this delightful fairy tale of an autumn forest, filled with a special atmosphere of magic and tenderness.
A special combination of the author's feelings
And such a combination as sadness and joy, beauty and modesty of the landscape - it is quite easy to explain, because in general the concept of "Russian landscape" implies a national landscape, which means that it reflects the spiritual makeup of a Russian person. His spiritual worldview, that is, the Orthodox worldview of nature.
These feelings are filled not only with all the books of Russian poets about autumn, but also many canvases by famous Russian artists. They all tried to convey her special charm in the same way. And therefore, in order to get the most complete picture of the colors of this time of year, you can, while reading the lines of poets, look at the great masterpieces of Russian landscape painters.
Short autumn poems for little ones
Poems about autumn are short, but unusually figurative, found in Nikolai Alekseevich Zabolotsky. One of them is called "In the Rain": "My umbrella is torn like a bird ...". And another poem by the same author is called where autumn itself is a whole wonderful world with all its inhabitants.
The nature of your home country is an inexhaustible source of inspiration. Every poet who wrote about her felt like a part of her. It was the works of Russian creativity that were able to penetrate the soul of nature, hear and understand its language. And it is very important already in childhood to begin to lay a sense of harmony with our environment. With every birch, blade of grass and even an ordinary drop of rain.
Of course, any large work for children's perception will be quite difficult, and poems about autumn are short, but filled with no less delightful lines, will become most convenient for memorization and further discussion.
It's time to summarize the results of Sergei Yesenin
Autumn is not only a season of the year, it is also a time of human life, minutes of peace and quiet, reflections and summing up the results of the life lived. It is in this combination that the Russian poet Sergei Yesenin sees himself. He writes: "Oh, the age of autumn! He is dearer to me than youth and summer."
And he, with a painful sadness characteristic only of him and at the same time with some inescapable feeling of love for the Motherland, for his land, for her nature, writes in another poem: "The fields are squeezed, the groves are bare. The water is fog and damp." The transfer of the state of mind of the author of the lyric hero to inanimate objects is another feature of Yesenin's poetry.
A distinctive feature of the entire galaxy of Russian poets is precisely this correlation and juxtaposition, the parallel between the natural world and the state of the human soul of the lyric hero.
The nature of autumn in the work of Fet
The works of Afanasy Fet are the most wonderful poems about autumn for children. Despite the fact that they are quite informative and filled with deep meaning, they nevertheless remain very simple and understandable for young children.
Each poet sees himself in the images of autumn in his own way. And, for example, Fet presents her as a time of sadness and longing, which may soon change to a joyful and pleasant time. For example, in the poem "Hound hunting" this time is expressed this way: "The last sheaf was brought from naked fields ...". It is here that this very consolation is clearly present, for example, in hunting.
The golden time of the most beautiful time of the year
And how good autumn is at its very beginning! Gold, as many call it. The extraordinary blue of the skies, the luxurious lush decoration of the forests and the extraordinary, only in an autumnal way, fresh wind. Many books by Russian poets describe precisely this state of falling asleep nature. When she is just beginning to take a break from the summer heat, annoying mosquitoes, and there is still no hint of the presence of winter.
Another author who wrote wonderful poems about autumn for children is Fedor Tyutchev. "There is in the autumn of the original ...". How colorfully and accurately the author was able to convey What a huge number of tones he saw in fading nature. And even the sadness present in the poem is somehow light and bright, like this wonderful time itself.
Creations of the majestic prince Konstantin Konstantinovich
It is difficult to single out the name of at least one author or one work among such lyrics. Poems about the fall of Russian poets are real masterpieces, pearls of our poetry. But a special place in the landscape lyrics is occupied by the work of the majestic prince Konstantin Romanov, who has a whole cycle of poems called "The Seasons".
Everything in this collection is quite clear and simple. Spring is the time of youth and love, the beauty of renewed nature, summer is a holiday of flowers, but autumn is characterized by special smells and sounds, captivating silence. And for this author, the withering time is full of charm. How much charm he sees in sad lifeless days: "How charmingly quiet in the faded fields! Our autumn is full of charm ...".
The works of the prince are filled not only with poetry, but also with the Christian world outlook. Humility, patience, obedience are directly felt when you immerse yourself in his poems.
Contemporary creativity
Times change, but the view of the Russian poet on nature, on the world around him, does not change. The modern, now deceased, poet Rubtsov very accurately mentioned this in his work: "I will not rewrite ...".
And I must say that Nikolai Mikhailovich's poems are, of course, a continuation of our Russian lyrics. All the works of this poet, especially his poems about autumn, are distinguished by their extraordinary imagery, as well as warming the soul with simplicity and sincerity. Our modern times are immediately felt in his works. But in them there is inherently a certain note of the works of Tyutchev and Fet, which is quite clearly expressed in the poem "At the rotted forest hut".
The lyrics of Nikolai Rubtsov, if we take poems about autumn, are even somewhat similar to Yesenin's masterpieces, they are just as piercing, light, and in it one can very strongly feel a special admiration, reverence and love for their Russian landscape.
Features of autumn lyrics, or Quotes about the fall of Russian poets
It is in the autumn lyrics that it is very interesting to observe how the poet creates an image. After all, he will never say directly that it is raining outside and the leaves are falling from the trees. All poems about the fall of Russian poets are filled with figurative paintings, various methods of personification, that is, when the artist attributes the properties of a living being to some inanimate object.
But it is no less interesting to turn to other poetic means that create the unique figurativeness of the poem. For example, to comparison or metaphor. And in the work of each poet, you can find many such poems.
Many works of Russian poets about autumn formed the basis of popular songs, others quite often quote characters from some films, something is forever deposited in the memory of a person since school. And some especially disturbing lines turn into quotes and are used in everyday life, sometimes without even mentioning the author of the creation.
And if on some autumn day your soul becomes especially dreary, you must definitely go to the forest to listen to the singing of birds, watch a squirrel gallop, watch falling leaves and remember the books of Russian poets about autumn. And then the heart will immediately be cleansed of melancholy, and the most beautiful feelings that this golden age can only awaken in the soul will awaken.
We recall the description of the most poetic time of the year in the prose of classics and modern writers
Text: Year of Literature.RF
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Everybody feels autumn. Someone enjoys the fall of leaves and catches reflections in the puddles, and someone, wrapping themselves in a scarf from the cold, watches the dull low clouds. Autumn is the time for reflections, summing up the results of what has been lived and acquired. Perhaps there is no poet without a poem about autumn. And we pWe invite you to remember how autumn is described in Russian prose. We have collected 10 fragments for you, which are worth rereading once again.
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“Often in the fall, I closely watched the falling leaves in order to catchthat imperceptible fraction of a second when the leaf separates from the branch and begins to fallto the ground. But I didn’t succeed for a long time. I read in old books about howthe falling leaves rustle, but I never heard that sound. If leaves andrustled, then only on the ground, under the feet of a man. Rustle of leaves in the airseemed to me as implausible as the stories that in the springyou can hear the grass sprouting.
I was, of course, wrong. It took time for the ear, stupefied by the grinding of city streets, to rest and catch the very clear and precise sounds of the autumn earth. "
... "Yellow light".
2
“I loved autumn so much, - late autumn, when the bread has been removed, all work will be finished, when gatherings begin in the huts, when everyone is already waiting for winter. Then everything becomes darker, the sky frowns with clouds, yellow leaves creep along paths along the edges of the naked forest, and the forest turns blue, blackens - especially in the evening, when a damp fog descends and trees flash out of the fog like giants, like ugly, terrible ghosts. "
Fedor Dostoevsky. "Poor people"
3
“The days were foggy, strange: the poisonous October passed with a frozen tread; frozen dust swept through the city in brown whirlwinds; and submissively, a leafy golden whisper lay on the paths of the Summer Garden, and a rustling crimson was obediently lying at his feet, to curl and chase at the feet of a pedestrian, and whisper, weaving yellow-red scattering of words from the leaves; that sweet titmouse that bathed all August in a wave of deciduous did not bathe in a wave of deciduous for a long time: the titmouse of the Summer Garden itself was now galloping forlornly in a black net of twigs, over a bronze fence and on the roof of the Petrovsky house. "
Andrey Bely. "Petersburg"
4
"It was already getting dark outside, it was raining, the fallen leaves were floating along the ditch like a letter torn to shreds, in which summer explained why it had fled to the other hemisphere."
"The geographer drank the globe"
5
“Since the end of September our gardens and threshing floor have been emptied, the weather, as usual, has changed abruptly. The wind tore and ruffled the trees all day long, rains poured them from morning to night.
Coldly and brightly in the north, above heavy leaden clouds, the liquid blue sky shone, and because of these clouds the ridges of snowy mountains-clouds slowly floated out, a window closed into the blue sky, and the garden became deserted and dull, and again began to sow rain ... at first quietly , carefully, then it grew thicker and finally turned into a downpour with storm and darkness. A long, anxious night was falling ... "
Ivan Bunin. "Antonovskie apples"
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“What a drama! unhealthy, sad ... autumn is in the yard, and in autumn a man, like all animals, seems to withdraw into himself.
The birds are already flying away - look how the cranes are flying! she said, pointing high above the Volga at a curved line of black dots in the air. - When everything around is done gloomily, pale, depressing - and the soul becomes dejected ... Isn't it?
Ivan Goncharov. "Break"
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“Through the naked, brown branches of trees, the motionless sky is peacefully white; in some places the last golden leaves hang on the lindens. The damp earth is resilient underfoot; tall dry blades of grass do not move; long threads glisten on the pale grass. The chest breathes calmly, but a strange anxiety finds in the soul. You walk along the edge of the forest, looking after the dog, and meanwhile favorite images, beloved faces, dead and alive, come to mind, impressions that fell asleep a long time ago suddenly wake up; imagination flutters and flies like a bird, and everything moves so clearly and stands before our eyes. The heart will suddenly tremble and beat, passionately rush forward, then irrevocably drown in memories. All life unfolds easily and quickly, like a scroll; A man possesses all his past, all feelings, forces, all his soul. And nothing around him bothers - there is no sun, no wind, no noise ... "
... "Forest and steppe"
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“Autumn is like a book you have already read but forgotten - every page is about what you know and what you vaguely remember, every page is a return to where you have already been. From now on, the nights are filled with the sound of rain, the mornings smell of exhausted, but not yet cooled down, the sun, having lost all its dignified slowness, fussily slides along the edge of the sky, without rising above the hills - the time of the sun is gone, foreign times have come. "
Narine Abgaryan. "Zulali"
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“In Russian, autumn, like a woman, is called she - this is a woman who fulfilled all her vows and therefore calm in the clarity of anticipation of the winter, blue-eyed to pain, intent in all her hidden feelings of a widow who recalls the past, lying alone in a cold the bed, punctured by fluffy frost. "
Anatoly Kim. "Squirrel"
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“The long autumn sunset has burned out. The last crimson, narrow, like a gap, strip, which glowed at the very edge of the horizon, between the gray cloud and the earth, went out. There was no longer any land, trees, or sky to be seen. Only overhead did the big stars tremble with their eyelashes in the middle of the black night, and the blue ray from the lighthouse rose straight up in a thin column and as if splashed there against the heavenly dome in a liquid, misty, light circle. The moths thrashed against the glass-topped candles. The star-shaped flowers of white tobacco in the front garden smelled sharper from the darkness and coolness.<…>
“Yes, sir ... Autumn, autumn, autumn,” said the old man, looking at the candle fire and shaking his head thoughtfully. - Autumn. So it's time for me to get ready. Oh, it's a pity how! The red days have just come. Here I would live and live on the seashore, in silence, calmly ... "
... "Garnet bracelet"
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The seasons are a constant theme in the work of many Russian poets. Autumn occupies a special place due to its mystery and mystery. On the one hand, greatness, splendor of nature, riot of colors. On the other hand, there is sadness, sadness, melancholy permeating the heart. It is with autumn that the most unique and fruitful period in the work of A.S. Pushkin is associated. Retiring in Boldino, he created masterpieces that subsequently conquered the world.
"... and every fall I bloom again ..."
“... The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she is sweet to me, dear reader,
With quiet beauty, shining with humility,
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her ... "
"... Now it's my time: I don't like spring ..."
“It's a sad time! The charm of the eyes,
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me ... "
"... and poetry awakens in me ..."
All these lines emphasize the poet's special endless love for autumn.
Also, an extraordinary tenderness for the autumn season shines through in the prose and poetry of I.A. Bunin, a real Russian patriot. You are amazed at the picturesque epithets, the brightness and clarity of images, the power of feelings expressed in Bunin's poems.
"... The forest, as if we are looking at a painted
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
Stands over a bright glade ... "
"... Birches with yellow carvings
Shine in azure blue ... "
".... And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ... "
“... of the airy web of fabric
They shine like a net of silver ... "
"... Today he plays all day
The last moth is in the yard
And like a white petal
Freezes on the web ... "
Reading these lines, you vividly imagine these enchanting pictures, you feel the autumn smells and admire the poet's ability to embody all the autumn splendor on paper.
Of course, one cannot ignore Tyutchev's poetic word, one of the few highest peaks of Russian lyric poetry. F.I. Tyutchev created truly heartfelt Russian landscapes.
“... There is in the lightness of autumn evenings
Sweet, mysterious charm ... "
"... The meek smile of fading,
That in a rational being we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering ... "
"Covered in things with slumber
The half-naked forest is sad ... "
"... How fading cute ..."
In general, in Tyutchev's poems dedicated to Russian nature, you can feel the poet's equal love for all seasons. I cannot single out his special relation to any one period. Tyutchev, with extraordinary skill, brilliance, grace, writes about young spring, sultry summer, sorceress-winter and, of course, about the mysterious and mysterious autumn.
As a contrast to the gentle autumn lyrics of Pushkin, Bunin, Tyutchev, autumn sounds like P.A. Vyazemsky.
“... Yesterday I was still moaning over the numb garden
The wind of a boring autumn ... "
"... The languid despondency wandered with a dull gaze
Through the groves and meadows emptying around.
A forest has matured as a cemetery, a meadow has matured as a cemetery ... "
“... The ancient oak was black in the forest,
Like a naked corpse ... "
“... And the waters are dull, under a veil of fog,
Dozing like a dead dream on the silent shores ... "
“... Nature is pale, with dullness in features
Was struck by the languor of death ... "
Here is a completely different sight. Reading these lines, you are looking forward to the end of this dreary period and the beginning of a cheerful, fresh, festive winter.
Beautiful poems about the autumn of poets of the twentieth century: B.L. Pasternak - "... Autumn-sunny palace ...", D.S. Samoilov "Red Autumn". and everywhere, as in the poetry of the 19th century, there are bright and unusual images that give different pictures and conditions of autumn.
I believe that the theme of native nature is eternal poetry, because the heart of nature and the heart of man merge. The description of autumn allows poets to express the intimate, hidden, that which may have been hidden even from themselves. And the more I read the lines of poems, the more they open to me.