Conquest of the peaks of the literary Olympus Ivan Bunin I started not with prose, but with poetry. He wrote poetry from early childhood and by the age of 17 was already published in magazines. The first successes were so obvious that the author himself did not doubt what exactly he would do after he left his parental home. It is noteworthy that the youthful works of this author are an example of very subtle and sublime lyrics. With age, Bunin became more pragmatic and reserved, revealing his true feelings only in prose.
The poem "I remember - a long winter evening ..." belongs to the early period of the work of this author. written in 1887. It is dedicated to childhood memories and those amazing sensations that we all experienced at least once in our lives, being in our parents' house. From the first lines of the work, it becomes clear that bad weather is raging outside the window. “The light of the lamp is dimly pouring, the storm is crying at the window,” the poet notes. But under the protection of caring motherly hands, the hero of the poem feels completely safe, and the quiet voice of the closest and dearest person gives an amazing feeling of joy. The mother persuades the baby to fall asleep, but for this he must forget that a blizzard is howling outside the window. “Remember the quiet whisper of the forest and the midday heat of summer,” the woman advises her little son. It would seem that there is nothing surprising in these words, but they warm the soul of the baby. He mentally imagines that the cold winter has been replaced by a gentle summer, and on the field, which is located outside the rural outskirts, “golden waves of rye are moving slowly and smoothly.”
The mother's advice turns out to be very useful, and the poet admits that thanks to this, he, "whipped with dreams, began to forget himself." Going on a delightful journey through the kingdom of Morpheus, the little boy, instead of the howling of a snowstorm, heard "the whisper of ripening ears and the indistinct noise of birches." It was these childhood memories that so clearly cut into Bunin's memory. that at the age of 17, when teenagers seek to leave their parental home to prove their worth, he mentally returned every time to the most carefree time of his life. And he drew inspiration for creativity from them, intuitively understanding that this happy time was gone forever.
Analysis of Bunin's poem "I remember - a long winter evening ..."
Annotation. Analysis of Bunin's poem "I remember - a long winter evening ..." is addressed to the emotional, visual and auditory associations of younger students, includes work with the word, artistic images created on its basis, provides for the development of creative thinking and expressive reading skills.
Bunin's poem "I remember - a long winter evening ...", imbued with special warmth of the author's memories dear to the heart,
in Bunin's way picturesque and restrained-emotional. It is easily perceived by younger teenagers, complemented by their imagination and
own childhood memories. Their childhood has not yet ended, but its early time is behind and is seen by the fifth graders, albeit through
a haze of maturation, but bright enough. All this turns the analysis of the poem into a warm and kind conversation ...
Let's preface it with a short introductory word about the author.
Ivan Alekseevich Bunin came from an ancient noble family, from which came the famous POETbI and scientist. Among them is the poetess
Anna Bunina, whom Anna Akhmatova called her great-grandmother, the poet Vasily Andreevich Zhukovsky, the scientist Pyotr Petrovich Semyonov-Tyan-
Shansky is a geographer, botanist, statesman and public figure.
Once it was a rich and prosperous family, but by the time the future poet and writer was born, he was impoverished, ruined, but still kept the traditions of family education and noble culture. And although the Bunins lived in a dilapidated house of an old estate, where the roof leaked from every rain, and in winter the house was covered with snow, in the heart of the poet there were the warmest memories of this house, where he loved to listen to his mother reading and her stories, to dream, looking out the windows at blue twilight, look at the old wallpaper on the walls, which in the golden light of the setting sun turned into magical paintings ...
The poet recalls in the poem "Children's":
From firs and firs in the upper room it is darker,
Boring, old. There is something ancient
In their dressing. And redder in the evening
Through them dawn frosty gilding.
Patterned light, soft fringe
Their shadow lies on the glowing wallpaper -
And sad, sad twilight in winter
In abandoned landowner's chambers!
Sit and look out the window from the corner
And you think about old-world life...
Alas! After all, this mountain was
Once upon a time our childhood!
In winter, twilight came quickly and dragged on for a long time, often accompanied by howling blizzards. Bunin tells about one of these evenings in
poem "I remember - a long winter evening ...":
I remember a long winter evening
Twilight and silence;
The light of the lamp dimly pours,
The storm is crying at the window.
If you want to take a nap
To be cheerful and cheerful
Tomorrow morning to be again, -
Forget that the blizzard howls
Forget that you are with me
Remember the quiet whisper of the forest
And midday summer heat.
Remember how the birches rustle,
And behind the forest, at the border,
Walk slowly and smoothly
Golden waves of rye!”
And familiar advice
I trustfully listened
And filled with dreams
I started to forget.
Together with a quiet dream merged
Lulling dreams -
The whisper of ripe ears
And the indistinct noise of birches ...
The poem begins with the word "remember". What does this first word set us up for?
What should follow it? (We understand that a flashback will follow.)
What tense is the verb in? (In the present.) And what helps us to feel the present time? What do you think,
Why does the poet use the present tense verb? This makes us understand that the poet's memory is alive, vivid, that it is experienced and felt as if everything is happening now.
Let's carefully read the poem, let's try to understand what the poet's memory protects so much, why this memory
stays alive and warm.
After reading the poem, the children share their impressions, thoughts and come to the conclusion that the memory is so vivid, because
that it is associated with a mother who calmed and lulled her little son on long winter evenings.
What pictures did you see while reading? Describe them.
The guys verbally draw a semi-dark room, lit only by the light of a lamp. Here it is necessary to explain what a lampada is, because fifth graders think that this is an ordinary lamp, which, naturally, impoverishes the perception of the poem. When they learn that the lampada is a lamp lit in front of an icon (of the Savior, the Mother of God or a saint), and not for illumination, the room described
in a poem, acquires a special meaning not only for the poet, but also for them, the readers: it becomes more comfortable, dearer, because the peace of its inhabitants is kept by a family icon prayed for, perhaps for more than one generation ...
There is a mother and son in the room, restlessly tossing and turning in their bed. The lamp is flickering, the lamp is glowing, streaming from it with small glare
dim light reflecting on the ceiling. The wind outside the window is such that it shakes the curtains on the windows and makes the light of the lamp flutter.
From this, the image on the icon seems to come to life, and it seems that the Mother of God is also leaning over the anxious child ...
What can bother the boy, what do you think?
Probably, he is disturbed by the howl of the wind in the pipe, the sound of a blizzard outside the window - he cannot sleep ...
How do you imagine this winter evening? Describe it.
It is this evening that frightens: a blizzard sweeps the house, throws clods of snow at the windows, knocks on the shutters; runs along the roof, moving the old tiles. It seems that the house is like a small island in the middle of a snowstorm, even the light in its windows is sometimes not visible behind the dense veil of snow.
What helps us feel the epithet "long"?
It conveys the languid expectation of people. The evening seems endless: the bad weather rages for so long, the wind does not subside for so long and the blizzard does not end ... And so you want peace and quiet ...
What mood does this evening create? What enhances this mood?
A long blizzard, an evil wind cause melancholy, despondency, anxiety, a feeling of loneliness, abandonment, even some kind of homelessness. This is especially true for a child. And the noise outside the window intensifies the fear. What sounds can come into the house from the street?
It can be the rattling of glass, the scratching of branches on them, the howling of the wind, the barking of a dog, which is also worried about the storm, the sounds of something that has fallen, and maybe even the howl of a hungry wolf ...
Find lines in the poem that describe the storm. (The storm is crying at the window)
What feeling does the verb "cry" evoke? (Melancholy, despondency.)
What literary device is the poet using here? (The personification that animates the storm makes it a living being.)
Imagine those that give birth to these sounds in the child's imagination, in his soul. Probably, he imagines the monsters that surround the house, maybe they look into the windows, stretch out their terrible paws - and the boy is scared ...
How is his mother trying to calm him down? Read her words to her son:
"My dear," whispers my mother,
If you want to take a nap
To be cheerful and cheerful
Tomorrow morning to be again, -
Forget that the blizzard howls
Forget that you are with me
Remember the quiet whisper of the forest
And midday summer heat.
Remember how the birches rustle,
And behind the forest, at the border,
Walk slowly and smoothly
Golden waves of rye!”
What feeling are the words of the mother filled with? What is important to convey in reading?
Fifth-graders understand that in reading it is necessary to convey tenderness, the love of a mother for a child. Mom helps her son to remember the bright summer day with the whisper of the forest, the cheerful noise of birch trees and the golden waves of rye swaying in the wind.
Why does mom whisper these words and not speak?
She tries to calm, lull the child, and the whisper helps her in this. Let's read these lines again to convey maternal feelings. Children read very well and with pleasure. Let's listen to a few people, evaluate their reading, and then ask them to find in the speech
mothers keywords-antonyms. (Forget-remember.)
What should a boy forget? And about what - to remember? What for?
Mom asks her son to forget about winter, about the howl of a blizzard, about the long winter evening and even about mom, and remember summer, “the quiet whisper of the forest”, “golden waves of rye”. Pictures of summer will remind you that winter and bad weather are not eternal, that they will definitely be replaced by spring and summer with bright colors and a warm sun. Forgetting winter and remembering summer is necessary in order to calm down and fall asleep.
How are winter and summer, evening and day contrasted in the poem?
Find opposite, contrasting images. (Crying of the storm and "quiet whisper of the forest", "twilight", "dim light" and "golden waves of rye" pierced by the sun, "long winter evening" and "midday summer heat")
How do the mother's words affect the boy?
Explain the expression "wrapped in dreams, I began to forget."
The child calms down, remembers the summer, slowly falls asleep and hears in a dream with "the whisper of ripening ears and the indistinct noise of birches."
This is how you can explain the expression "wrapped in dreams, I began to forget."
Do you think this is the first time the boy hears kind words from his mother? Justify.
Probably not, because the poem says:
and familiar advice
I trustfully listened
And filled with dreams
I started to forget.
Apparently, the quiet, affectionate mother's words worked flawlessly more than once, because the boy invariably came "quiet
dream", with which the "lulling of cuts" merged ...
Now we will invite students to watch a video made on the basis of a poem and works of Russian painting (paintings by I. Shishkin, Y. Klever, V. Vorobyov, K. Kryzhitsky, E. Volkov and other artists) and accompanied by artistic reading.
Children watch it with pleasure and when asked if they liked it, they answer joyfully in the affirmative. Does it help us to see and hear the poem?
“It’s as if we ourselves find ourselves in Bunin’s house on a disturbing winter evening at the same time in the open on a summer day, when there is a lot of sun and light, greenery and flowers ... And now imagine what a boy “wrapped in dreams” can dream of. What are the ears whispering to him? What are the birch trees talking about?
Describe the boy's dream.
The wind sways the ripe ears, they whisper among themselves, remembering the recent warm rain. The ears are proud of the raindrops that linger on them: they are like diamond orders. Here a worried ant crawls along the spikelet, he wants to take a grain from the spikelet and take it to his anthill. After all, winter will come after summer ... But one ant cannot drag a grain - you have to go for help
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I remember a long winter evening.
I remember a long winter evening
Twilight and silence;
The light of the lamp dimly pours
The storm is crying at the window.
So begins the poem by I. A. Bunin “I remember - a long winter evening. » It reflected the early childhood impressions of the poet: about the village, about its people, about life and nature. But above all, it is a memory of his mother, who on winter evenings, putting him to bed, calmed and warmed her son with stories about a warm and cheerful summer.
And familiar advice
I trustfully listened
And filled with dreams
Began to forget
I. A. Bunin recalls. Reading these poems, I also remember a frosty winter day. It was very cold, but the snowdrifts were so inviting to go sledding and measure the depth of the fallen snow. My sister and I were allowed to go for a walk. It was so much fun to drive down the hill and wallow in the snow that we forgot about the frost. When they returned home, they themselves looked like ice cubes. Mom undressed us, wrapped us in a blanket and brought us hot milk. My sister and I warmed our hands on hot cups, drank such delicious milk, looked at each other and laughed. We were so good and having fun. Probably because mom is nearby, and the house is warm and cozy, and the delicious smell of pies comes from the kitchen.
The memory of mother is always a memory of warmth, comfort and tranquility that comes to us in childhood and warms us all our lives.
Discussion of the analysis of the poem
“I remember - a long winter evening” I. Bunin
"I remember - a long winter evening" Ivan Bunin
I remember a long winter evening
Twilight and silence;
The light of the lamp dimly pours,
The storm is crying at the window.
"My dear," whispers my mother,
If you want to take a nap
To be cheerful and cheerful
Tomorrow morning to be again, -
Forget that the blizzard howls
Forget that you are with me
Remember the quiet whisper of the forest
And the midday summer heat;
Remember how the birches rustle,
And behind the forest, at the border,
Walk slowly and smoothly
Golden waves of rye!”
And familiar advice
I trustfully listened
And filled with dreams
I started to forget.
Together with a quiet dream merged
Lulling dreams -
Whispers of ripening ears
And the indistinct noise of birches ...
Analysis of Bunin's poem "I remember - a long winter evening"
The conquest of the literary Olympus Ivan Bunin began not with prose, but with poetry. He wrote poetry from early childhood and by the age of 17 was already published in magazines. The first successes were so obvious that the author himself did not doubt what exactly he would do after he left his parental home. It is noteworthy that the youthful works of this author are an example of very subtle and sublime lyrics. With age, Bunin became more pragmatic and reserved, revealing his true feelings only in prose.
The poem "I remember - a long winter evening", written in 1887, belongs to the early period of this author's work. It is dedicated to childhood memories and those amazing sensations that we all experienced at least once in our lives, being in our parents' house. From the first lines of the work, it becomes clear that bad weather is raging outside the window. “The light of the lamp is dimly pouring, the storm is crying at the window,” the poet notes. But under the protection of caring motherly hands, the hero of the poem feels completely safe, and the quiet voice of the closest and dearest person gives an amazing feeling of joy. The mother persuades the baby to fall asleep, but for this he must forget that a blizzard is howling outside the window. “Remember the quiet whisper of the forest and the midday heat of summer,” a woman advises her little son. It would seem that there is nothing surprising in these words, but they warm the soul of the baby. He mentally imagines that the cold winter has been replaced by a gentle summer, and on the field, which is located outside the rural outskirts, “golden waves of rye are moving slowly and smoothly.”
The mother's advice turns out to be very useful, and the poet admits that thanks to this, he, "whipped with dreams, began to forget himself." Going on a delightful journey through the kingdom of Morpheus, the little boy, instead of the howling of a snowstorm, heard "the whisper of ripening ears and the indistinct noise of birches." It was these childhood memories that so clearly engraved in Bunin's memory that at the age of 17, when teenagers seek to leave their parental home in order to prove their worth, he mentally returned to the most carefree time of his life each time. And he drew inspiration for creativity from them, intuitively understanding that this happy time was gone forever.
The poem was written in the form of a lullaby, which was subsequently set to music and in the first half of the 20th century was very popular both in Russia and abroad.
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Dictionary: Twilight - poor lighting, almost darkness. Lampada - an oil lamp in front of the icon. Heat - heat Boundary - the border, the strip between the fields Attention - listened Fanned - surrounded To forget - fall asleep Dreams - bright dreams, dreams.
Ivan Alekseevich Bunin. Bunin was born into an old noble family. The writer's childhood was spent on the Butyrka farm in the Yelets district of the Oryol province. “Here, in the deepest silence of the field, in the summer among the breads that approached our very thresholds, and in the winter among the snowdrifts, my childhood passed, full of sad and peculiar poetry,” Bunin later wrote. (1870 - 1953)
In 1933 he became the first Russian writer to be awarded the Nobel Prize. The Nobel Prize is an international award named after their founder, Swedish chemical engineer Alfred Nobel, awarded for outstanding work in various fields. The novel "The Life of Arseniev". Photo of a portrait of a Nobel laureate. I. Bunin.
Let's take a look at the individual lines. I remember - a long winter evening ... Forget that the blizzard howls ... Remember the quiet whisper of the forest ... What do we call the underlined words? Antonyms. What are antonyms? Words with opposite lexical meaning. Words are contrasted in these lines, but what about pictures? Winter - summer landscape. What is this technique called in the literature? Antithesis - opposition of images, pictures, words, concepts.
Paintings. Winter night, darkness, clouds, long evening, winter lamp light - twilight-silence-storm There is a feeling of fear, anxiety, alertness. Verbs: remember, pouring, crying storm. Childhood memories are fresh.
Mama Peace of mind. Protection, care. What does mom want? The child dozed off. A motive of sleep appears, associated with rest, oblivion from fear, anxiety. Forget that the blizzard howls... Forget that you are with me... Transfer from reality
Summer “whisper of the wind” - it lulls; “mid-day summer heat”, “noise of birches”, “golden ears of rye” - metaphors The hero is transferred to another space, calmly falling asleep. The feeling of anxiety and fear disappears. Verb - heeded -. From the present, a departure to the past, experienced, more calm, serene time. Dream.
What is this poem about? This poem is about childhood, about sweet memories of mother. Memories bring peace, evoke pleasant thoughts, feelings. The winter landscape is an anxious and restless state of the child from what he sees and hears. The summer landscape is a light movement, a gentle whisper, from this it becomes easy and joyful in the soul, peace and tranquility come. contrast
Expressive reading of poems by I. Bunin. Thank you for your work. Thank you for your work.
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"I remember - a long winter evening" Ivan Bunin
I remember a long winter evening
Twilight and silence;
The light of the lamp dimly pours,
The storm is crying at the window."My dear," whispers my mother,
If you want to take a nap
To be cheerful and cheerful
Tomorrow morning to be again, -Forget that the blizzard howls
Forget that you are with me
Remember the quiet whisper of the forest
And the midday summer heat;Remember how the birches rustle,
And behind the forest, at the border,
Walk slowly and smoothly
Golden waves of rye!”And familiar advice
I trustfully listened
And filled with dreams
I started to forget.Together with a quiet dream merged
Lulling dreams -
Whispers of ripening ears
And the indistinct noise of birches ...
Analysis of Bunin's poem "I remember - a long winter evening"
The conquest of the literary Olympus Ivan Bunin began not with prose, but with poetry. He wrote poetry from early childhood and by the age of 17 was already published in magazines. The first successes were so obvious that the author himself did not doubt what exactly he would do after he left his parental home. It is noteworthy that the youthful works of this author are an example of very subtle and sublime lyrics. With age, Bunin became more pragmatic and reserved, revealing his true feelings only in prose.
The poem "I remember - a long winter evening", written in 1887, belongs to the early period of this author's work. It is dedicated to childhood memories and those amazing sensations that we all experienced at least once in our lives, being in our parents' house. From the first lines of the work, it becomes clear that bad weather is raging outside the window. “The light of the lamp is dimly pouring, the storm is crying at the window,” the poet notes. But under the protection of caring motherly hands, the hero of the poem feels completely safe, and the quiet voice of the closest and dearest person gives an amazing feeling of joy. The mother persuades the baby to fall asleep, but for this he must forget that a blizzard is howling outside the window. “Remember the quiet whisper of the forest and the midday heat of summer,” a woman advises her little son. It would seem that there is nothing surprising in these words, but they warm the soul of the baby. He mentally imagines that the cold winter has been replaced by a gentle summer, and on the field, which is located outside the rural outskirts, “golden waves of rye are moving slowly and smoothly.”
The mother's advice turns out to be very useful, and the poet admits that thanks to this, he, "whipped with dreams, began to forget himself." Going on a delightful journey through the kingdom of Morpheus, the little boy, instead of the howling of a snowstorm, heard "the whisper of ripening ears and the indistinct noise of birches." It was these childhood memories that so clearly engraved in Bunin's memory that at the age of 17, when teenagers seek to leave their parental home in order to prove their worth, he mentally returned to the most carefree time of his life each time. And he drew inspiration for creativity from them, intuitively understanding that this happy time was gone forever.
Ivan Alekseevich Bunin
I remember a long winter evening
Twilight and silence;
The light of the lamp dimly pours,
The storm is crying at the window.
"My dear," whispers my mother,
If you want to take a nap
To be cheerful and cheerful
Tomorrow morning to be again, -
Forget that the blizzard howls
Forget that you are with me
Remember the quiet whisper of the forest
And the midday summer heat;
Remember how the birches rustle,
And behind the forest, at the border,
Walk slowly and smoothly
Golden waves of rye!”
And familiar advice
I trustfully listened
And filled with dreams
I started to forget.
Together with a quiet dream merged
Lulling dreams -
Whispers of ripening ears
And the indistinct noise of birches ...
The conquest of the heights of the literary Olympus Ivan Bunin began not with prose, but with poetry. He wrote poetry from early childhood and by the age of 17 was already published in magazines. The first successes were so obvious that the author himself did not doubt what exactly he would do after he left his parental home. It is noteworthy that the youthful works of this author are an example of very subtle and sublime lyrics. With age, Bunin became more pragmatic and reserved, revealing his true feelings only in prose.
The poem “I remember - a long winter evening”, written in 1887, belongs to the early period of the work of this author. It is dedicated to childhood memories and those amazing sensations that we all experienced at least once in our lives, being in our parents' house. From the first lines of the work, it becomes clear that bad weather is raging outside the window. “The light of the lamp is dimly pouring, the storm is crying at the window,” the poet notes. But under the protection of caring motherly hands, the hero of the poem feels completely safe, and the quiet voice of the closest and dearest person gives an amazing feeling of joy. The mother persuades the baby to fall asleep, but for this he must forget that a blizzard is howling outside the window. “Remember the quiet whisper of the forest and the midday heat of summer,” a woman advises her little son. It would seem that there is nothing surprising in these words, but they warm the soul of the baby. He mentally imagines that the cold winter has been replaced by a gentle summer, and on the field, which is located outside the rural outskirts, “golden waves of rye are moving slowly and smoothly.”
The mother's advice turns out to be very useful, and the poet admits that thanks to this, he, "whipped with dreams, began to forget himself." Going on a delightful journey through the kingdom of Morpheus, the little boy, instead of the howling of a snowstorm, heard "the whisper of ripening ears and the indistinct noise of birches." It was these childhood memories that so clearly engraved in Bunin's memory that at the age of 17, when teenagers seek to leave their parental home in order to prove their worth, he mentally returned to the most carefree time of his life each time. And he drew inspiration for creativity from them, intuitively understanding that this happy time was gone forever.
The poem was written in the form of a lullaby, which was subsequently set to music and in the first half of the 20th century was very popular both in Russia and abroad.
Tasks:
- Creation of conditions for the perception of a poetic text;
- Acquaintance with visual and expressive means;
- Teaching multi-aspect linguistic text analysis
- To prove that each poet, using a poetic image, speaks about the world in his own way, deeply individually;
- Strive to ensure that children are imbued with the mood of the poem, feel the beauty. melody of the verse;
- Development of expressive reading skills;
Epigraph:
Poetry is initially perceived by the heart and is already transmitted to the head by it.
V.G. Belinsky.
During the classes
1. The word of the teacher.
Today we will get acquainted with the work of I.A. Bunin. Look at the years of the writer-poet's life. The time of his life was at the turn of the XIX-XX centuries. It should be noted that Bunin was born into an old noble family, which had roots long before the birth of the poet. And what roots! Anna Andreevna Bunina, a talented poetess of the 18th century, a romantic poet, the author of The Sleeping Beauty V.A., came from the Bunin family. Zhukovsky, the famous traveler-geographer Semyonov-Tyanshansky.
However, by the beginning of the 20th century, the old noble nest of the Bunins had actually died out. So Bunin was born into a noble family, but impoverished, soon completely ruined.
The Butyrki farm in the Yelets district of the Oryol province, where the writer spent his childhood in complete solitude (without peers) in communion with rural nature, became for him a kind of starting point for perceiving the beauty of the world around him.
“Here, in the deepest silence of the field, in the summer among the bread that approached our very thresholds, and in the winter among the snowdrifts, my childhood passed, full of sad and peculiar poetry,” Bunin later wrote.
Yes, it is childhood full of poetry.
Remember and tell me how poetry (verses) differs from prose?
Conclusion: Poetry is a sea of words united in an ocean of thoughts. And the lyrics draw individual states of a person, or rather a lyrical hero at a certain moment in life. Expresses a living, direct feeling, experience.
2. Preparation for the perception of the poem.
Let's tune in to the lyrical wave and listen to the music.
What mood does this music evoke? Why?
What did you imagine while listening to music?
Music can often express what words cannot express.
Without imagination and experience, one cannot comprehend the beauty of poetry and music. Poetry is akin to music: it does not so much tell as it awakens “good feelings”.
Music, poetry draws a person's gaze into the depths of his own soul, heart. This is their magic.
In poetry, each word expresses a thought with the utmost accuracy, is permeated with a deep feeling, and carries a figurative content.
If you look for a comparison, then poets are builders. We accept from them the building of poetry. And it is important for us to understand how the words-bricks fit together, how they are cemented, through what figurative channels the electricity of thought flows.
3. Setting to listen to a poem.
Listening to the poem, try to catch something mysterious in it. Try to understand the state of mind of the lyrical hero, his feelings, sensations.
Appeal to the epigraph.
Listen to the poem, try to penetrate not only into the depth of thought, but also into the way it is constructed.
4. Reading a poem by a teacher.
5. Revealing an emotional impression.
What picture comes to your mind?
What do you "see" in it?
What mood of the poet does it convey to you?
6. Repeated reading of the poem by the student.
7. Line by line analysis of the poem.
Reread 1 line
a) What is the picture? (winter, night, darkness, clouds)
b) what word, in your opinion, is the main (key)? (evening)
Epithets that create the image of the evening: long, winter.
c) indicate the nouns with which the image of the evening is created? (lamp light - twilight - silence - storm)
There is a feeling of fear, anxiety, despondency, alertness.
The verbs - remember, pours, cries - are in the present tense, which indicates that the memories of the past (childhood) are fresh and long. With the help of a metaphor - the storm is crying - we hear mournful gusts of wind, depressing.
Dictionary work: lampada - a small vessel with a wick, filled with wooden oil and lit in front of the icon.
Read line 2.
It begins with a direct speech, followed by an appeal, my dear.
a) Who says these words? (Mom. And from just one word it becomes calmer in the soul, we feel protection, care, patronage)
What does mom want? (For the child to doze off. A motive of sleep appears, associated with rest, peace, oblivion from fear, anxiety.
b) Why is sleep necessary? (“To be cheerful and cheerful tomorrow morning again.” Sleep is necessary in order to forget, to get rid of the unpleasant sensations that have taken possession of the lyrical hero.
Read 3-4 lines.
The lines begin with the verb - forget it. This is an anaphora. The verb is in the form of an imperative mood and indicates an order, a request.
a) what should the lyrical hero forget? (“Howl of a blizzard” is a metaphor, mother. That is, he must forget what surrounds him, reality
b) what do you need to remember? (“whisper of the wind” - a metaphor - he lulls; “midday summer heat”, “noise of birches”, “golden ears of rye” - metaphors
Here the motive of a dream develops, removing one from reality. The verb remember in the form of the imperative mood takes us to the world of memories of the summer. End of direct speech. The adverbs “slowly, smoothly” are not used by chance. They help slow things down. The hero is transferred to another space, calmly falling asleep.
Read lines 5-6.
The pronoun "I" appears. The lyrical hero gives himself away, trustingly succumbing to the familiar advice of his mother. The hero is seized by other sensations: the feeling of anxiety, fear disappears.
a) Pay attention to the form of the verb-attention-. (The change of time is clearly expressed. From the present, departure to the past, experienced, more calm, serene time.
b) What is the state of the lyrical hero? (At rest, dreaming, ghostly vision.
Dictionary work: fanned - surrounded, taken into someone's network; dreams - dreams, a bright dream, a ghostly vision.
Punctuation of the poem:
The first dash (pause) - indicates the distance and time, it seems that what was happening with the hero for a long time, i.e. in childhood.
The second dash - separates reality and dreams.
The third dash is the transition to another state - sleep.
8. Generalization.
b) Read the poem out loud.
c) how many parts can be distinguished in a poem? (3 parts).
Justify your answer.
d) what seasons are depicted by the poet?
d) name figurative - expressive means.
e) what motives, images are present in the poem.
f) What is this poem about?
This poem is about childhood, about sweet memories of mother. Memories bring peace, evoke pleasant thoughts, feelings. And memories of summer warm, protect in a winter blizzard.
9. Written work:
How do I imagine a lyrical hero.
How do I feel when I read a poem?
10. Discussion of written works.
11. The result of the lesson.
A poem by A.A. Akhmatova.
When would you know from what rubbish
Poems grow, not knowing shame,
Like a yellow dandelion by the fence
Like burdock and quinoa.An angry shout, a fresh smell of tar
Mysterious mold on the wall...
And the verse already sounds, fervent, gentle,
For the joy of you and me.
