Thank you, Luba, for the article! Thanks to you and your article, I was transported to this sunny frosty day, breathed in fresh, vigorous air, smelling of watermelon, saw the sun penetrating and transforming everything around ... And I admire these ice floes and hummocks “of incredible shape and sparkling purity. The rays of the sun, penetrating the transparency of the ice, were reflected on the white cover of snow with sparks of all the colors of the rainbow. And blue skies. And white clouds. And tenderness in the air.” But the following phrase: “The look from the contemplation of external beauty passes to internal contemplation ... and the inner world is amazingly reflected into the outer world as from a magic mirror ...” - causes a feeling of poignant recognition ... Where has it already been? ... Premonition of Eternity through beauty material world? Al Farid! “Great Qasida or the Path of the Righteous (Revelation of the Soul - to the True Self)”! The very beginning - “EYES DRINKED THE SOUL WITH BEAUTY”! And further: “Oh, the golden cup of the universe! And I got drunk from a flash of fire, From the clink of bowls and the joy of friends. To get drunk, I don’t need wine, - I am drunk with the sparkling drunk!” - this drunkenness with the “sparkling drunk”, drinking with the beauty of the world is the beginning of the path. Saint Simeon, the new Theologian, said that whoever does not see God in this life will not see him in the next. And the beginning of the path to God is the indispensable fullness of the heart and the fullness of love. This is love for a flower, for a tree...” (Z. Mirkina). Al Farid's poem echoes and echoes another Sufi work - “The Book of the Sufi Path”: ““The first step of the soul's ascent to the Path is love for everything that exists in the Creation of Allah. Let him who ventures on the Path become a brother or sister to every tree that grows on the earth, to every bird that sings in the branches or flies in the sky, to every lizard that scurries in the sands of the desert, to every flower that blooms in the garden! Each living creature of Allah begins to matter in the life of such ascetics - as a great miracle created by Allah for his own and our perfection! Each person then is seen not just as a relative or a stranger, a friend or an outsider - but as a child of the Creator!” (From the parable "On the path of the Sufi and life in the arms of God" . RGDN)
Here's to you "frost and sun"! Through external beauty - to internal, to God. Because God is everywhere and in everything, and in everyone - in every blade of grass, in every blade of grass, in every snowflake, in every phenomenon, in every person ... Thank you, Lyuba, for this push of ezoosmos - for your article!
logos2207 01/06/2018 21:59
WINTER MORNING.
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ..... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
The poem "Winter Morning" was written by Alexander Sergeevich on November 3, 1829 in one day.
It was a difficult period in the life of the poet. Approximately six months before that, he had proposed to Natalya Goncharova, but was refused, according to Pushkin, which drove him crazy. In an effort to somehow escape from unpleasant experiences, the poet chose one of the most reckless ways - to leave for the army in the Caucasus, where there was a war with Turkey.
After staying there for several months, the rejected fiancé decides to return and ask for Natalya's hand again. On the way home, he visits his friends, the Wolf family, in the village of Pavlovskoye, Tula province, and this work is created there.
According to its genre, the poem “Frost and Sun, a wonderful day ...” refers to landscape lyrics, the artistic style is romanticism. It is written in iambic tetrameter, the poet's favorite meter. It showed Pushkin's high professionalism - few authors can beautifully write stanzas of six lines.
Despite the apparent linearity of the poem, it is not only about the beauty of a winter morning. It bears the imprint of the author's personal tragedy. This is shown in the second stanza - yesterday's storm echoes the mood of the poet after the refusal to marry. But further, on the example of magnificent morning landscapes, Pushkin's optimism and the belief that he will be able to win the hand of his beloved are revealed.
And so it happened - in May of the following year, the Goncharov family approved the marriage of Natalia with Pushkin.
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
WINTER MORNING
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ..... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
1829
Analysis of the poem "Winter Morning" by Pushkin (1)
The poem "Winter Morning" is a brilliant lyrical work by Pushkin. It was written in 1829, when the poet had already been released from exile.
"Winter Morning" refers to the poet's works dedicated to the quiet idyll of village life. The poet always treated the Russian people and Russian nature with deep trepidation. Love for the motherland and native language was Pushkin's innate quality. He conveyed this feeling with great skill in his works.
The poem begins with words known to almost everyone: “Frost and sun; wonderful day!" From the first lines, the author creates a magical picture of a clear winter day. The lyrical hero addresses a greeting to his beloved - "a charming friend." The amazing transformation of nature that took place during the night is revealed with the help of a sharp contrast: “the blizzard was angry”, “the haze was rushing” - “the spruce is turning green”, “the river is shining”. Changes in nature, according to the poet, will definitely affect the mood of a person. He invites his "sad beauty" to look out the window and feel the magnificence of the morning landscape.
Pushkin liked to live in the countryside, away from the bustle of the city. He describes the unpretentious everyday joys. A person needs little to be happy: a cozy house with a hot stove and the presence of a beloved woman. A sleigh ride can be a special pleasure. The poet seeks to admire the fields and forests so dear to him, to appreciate the changes that have taken place with them. The charm of the walk is given by the presence of a “dear friend”, with whom you can share your joy and delight.
Pushkin is considered one of the founders of the modern Russian language. "Winter Morning" is one of the small but important building blocks in this matter. The poem is written in simple and understandable language. The iambic tetrameter, which the poet loved so much, is ideal for describing the beauty of the landscape. The work is imbued with extraordinary purity and clarity. The main expressive means are numerous epithets. The past sad day includes: “cloudy”, “pale”, “gloomy”. A real joyful day is “magnificent”, “transparent”, “amber”. The central comparison of the poem is dedicated to the beloved woman - the "star of the north".
There is no hidden philosophical meaning in the poem, no omissions and allegories. Without using beautiful phrases and expressions, Pushkin painted a magnificent picture that cannot leave anyone indifferent.
Analysis of Pushkin's poem "Winter Morning" (2)
Lyrical works in the work of Alexander Pushkin occupy a very significant place. The poet has repeatedly admitted that he treats with trepidation not only the traditions, myths and legends of his people, but also never ceases to admire the beauty of Russian nature, bright, colorful and full of mysterious magic. He made many attempts to capture the most diverse moments, skillfully creating images of an autumn forest or a summer meadow. However, one of the most successful, bright and joyful works of the poet is considered to be the poem "Winter Morning", created in 1829.
From the very first lines, Alexander Pushkin sets the reader in a romantic mood, describing the beauty of winter nature in a few simple and elegant phrases, when the duet of frost and sun creates an unusually festive and optimistic mood. To enhance the effect, the poet builds his work on contrast, mentioning that just yesterday "the blizzard was angry" and "darkness hovered in the cloudy sky." Perhaps, each of us is well aware of such metamorphoses, when in the midst of winter, endless snowfalls are replaced by a sunny and clear morning filled with silence and inexplicable beauty.
On such days, it is simply a sin to sit at home, no matter how comfortably the fire crackles in the fireplace. And in every line of Pushkin's "Winter Morning" there is a call to go for a walk, which promises a lot of unforgettable impressions. Especially if amazingly beautiful landscapes stretch outside the window - a river shining under the ice, forests and meadows powdered with snow, which resemble a snow-white blanket woven by someone's skillful hand.
Each line of this poem is literally permeated with freshness and purity, as well as admiration and admiration for the beauty of his native land, which never ceases to amaze the poet at any time of the year. Moreover, Alexander Pushkin does not seek to hide his overwhelming feelings, as many of his fellow writers did in the 19th century. Therefore, in the poem "Winter Morning" there is no pretentiousness and restraint inherent in other authors, but at the same time, each line is permeated with warmth, grace and harmony. In addition, simple pleasures in the form of a toboggan ride bring genuine happiness to the poet and help to fully experience all the greatness of Russian nature, changeable, luxurious and unpredictable.
The poem "Winter Morning" by Alexander Pushkin is rightfully considered one of the most beautiful and sublime works of the poet. It lacks the causticity so characteristic of the author, and there is no familiar allegory that makes one look for a hidden meaning in every line. These works are the embodiment of tenderness, light and beauty. Therefore, it is not surprising that it was written in a light and melodic iambic tetrameter, which Pushkin resorted to quite often in those cases when he wanted to give his poems a special refinement and lightness. Even in the contrasting description of the bad weather, which is intended to emphasize the freshness and brightness of a sunny winter morning, there is no usual thickening of colors: a snow storm is presented as a fleeting phenomenon that is not able to overshadow the expectations of a new day filled with majestic calm.
At the same time, the author himself never ceases to be surprised at such dramatic changes that occurred in just one night. As if nature itself acted as a tamer of an insidious blizzard, forcing it to change anger to mercy and, thereby, gave people an amazingly beautiful morning filled with frosty freshness, the creak of fluffy snow, the ringing silence of the silent snowy plains and the charm of the sun's rays shimmering with all colors rainbows in frosty window patterns.
Poems by A.S. Pushkin about winter - an excellent tool to look at the snowy and cold weather with different eyes, to see in it the beauty that gray everyday life and dirty streets hide from us. After all, it was not in vain that they said that nature does not have bad weather.
Painting by Viktor Grigoryevich Tsyplakov “Frost and Sun”
WINTER MORNING
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Harness a brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
Painting by Alexei Savrasov "Courtyard. Winter"
WINTER EVENING
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child
That on a dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
Like a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our ramshackle shack
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired
Or slumber under the buzz
Your spindle?
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be happy.
Sing me a song like a titmouse
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a damsel
She followed the water in the morning.
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
Like a beast, she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be happy.
Painting by Alexei Savrasov "Winter Road"
Here is the north, catching up the clouds ... Here is the north, catching up the clouds,He breathed, howled - and here she is
The magic winter is coming
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanging on the branches of oaks,
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
Leprosy mother winter.
Painting by Gustave Courbet "Outskirts of the village in winter"
WINTER!... THE PEASANT IS CELEBRATING... (Excerpt from the poem "Eugene Onegin")Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,On firewood, updates the path;
His horse, smelling snow,
Trotting somehow;
Reins fluffy exploding,
A remote wagon flies;
The coachman sits on the irradiation
In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Planting a bug in a sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The scoundrel already froze his finger:
It hurts and it's funny
And his mother threatens him through the window.
Painting by Isaac Brodsky "Winter"
WINTER ROADThrough the wavy mists
The moon is creeping
To sad glades
She pours a sad light.
On the winter road, boring
Troika greyhound runs
Single bell
Tiring noise.
Something is heard native
In the coachman's long songs:
That revelry is remote,
That heartache...
Painting by Nikolai Krymov "Winter Evening"
THE AUTUMN WEATHER THAT YEAR
That year the autumn weather
She stood outside for a long time.
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting,
Snow fell only in January,
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatyana saw in 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 shines around.
Painting by Arkady Plastov "First snow"
WHAT A NIGHT! FROST CRACKING
What a night! Frost crackling,
Not a single cloud in the sky;
Like a sewn canopy, a blue vault
It is full of frequent stars.
Everything is dark in the houses. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
Everywhere people rest;
The noise and the shout of the merchant subsided;
Only the yard guard barks
Yes, the ringing chain rattles.
And all of Moscow sleeps peacefully...
Konstantin Yuon "The end of winter. Noon"
WINTER MORNING
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
COMMENTS:
It's time, beauty, wake up! -Wake up, my dear!
Open eyes closed by bliss - Open eyes closed by sleep
Aurora - Goddess of the Morning
Evening = in the evening
In the cloudy sky, darkness was rushing - clouds were moving quickly in the dark sky
dark clouds = large dark clouds
today - now
- like wonderful carpets
illuminated with amber glitter - lighted up with amber glitter
a merry crackling of the fire - a merry crackling of the fire
couch = bed, sofa
filly = horse
ban - to harness
sliding
WINTER MORNING
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
