Analysis of the poem Native language»
My true friend! my enemy is insidious!
My king! my slave! native language!
My poems are like altar smoke!
How fierce is my cry!
You gave wings to a crazy dream,
You wrapped your dream in fetters,
Saved me in the hours of impotence
And crushed with excess strength.
How often in the mystery of strange sounds
And in the hidden sense of words
I found a tune - unexpected,
Poems that took possession of me!
But often, joy exhausted
Ile quiet intoxicated with longing,
I waited in vain to be in tune
With a trembling soul - your echo!
You wait like a giant.
I bow before you.
And yet I won't stop fighting
I am like Israel with a deity!
There is no limit to my perseverance.
You are in eternity, I am in short days,
But still, as a magician, submit to me,
Or turn the madman to dust!
Your wealth, by inheritance,
I, impudent, demand myself.
I'm calling, you answer
I'm coming - you be ready to fight!
But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
Your world is forever my abode,
The poem I chose for analysis was written on December 31, 1911. This period in the life of the poet is characterized by quite complex relationships with the symbolists. Moreover, the symbolism itself literary movement exhausted itself and no longer represented a significant force capable of satisfying the spiritual needs of readers. It is not surprising that the proud Bryusov strove for more more assertion his understanding of art as hard work.
If earlier the poet experimented with the word, searched for new combinations of sounds and images, then this time Bryusov directly challenges mother tongue. The scale of his thought is amazing. Mother tongue, in my opinion, is one of the most mysterious phenomena. The abstractness of the concept of "language" increases its inaccessibility, but this does not prevent Bryusov from calling for a fight. The poet was able to create an image of his native language, unique in its expressiveness, "like a giant." So many feelings fit in eight stanzas that it seems that speech can be touched, seen. After all, it is impossible to express so much in relation to something airy! However, Bryusov was able not only to spiritualize the image, but also to give speech some human qualities.
The whole poem is an endless tension that does not allow distraction. And here Bryusov's talent "to make poetry" is fully revealed. The first stanza is a series of rhetorical exclamations. At the same time, the series is built on the principle of antithesis: “My faithful friend! my enemy is insidious! / My king! my slave! native language!" It can be seen that the soul of the poet experiences incredible ambivalent feeling, but it is in any case imbued with admiration and reverence. The motif of the challenge immediately arises, which is filled with various associations: “My poems are like altar smoke! / Like a furious challenge is my cry!” But so far it is still only a cry, not a full-fledged challenge. The real challenge will appear a little later, when the author himself understands what language means to him: “You gave wings to a crazy dream ...” Bryusov tells us about “unexpected verses”, then about “vain expectations of consonances”. The suffering of a poet! Language is a “giant” that cannot be conquered. But Bryusov is also not going to give up - he sets a condition: “But still, as a magician, submit to me, / Or turn the madman to dust!” Incredibly, a simple man dared to defy speech! Bryusov resolutely and loudly declares: “I’m throwing a call - you answer, / I’m coming, you be ready to fight!” Many contemporaries for such determination, indeed, considered Bryusov a madman. One could stop at such a conclusion, but the last stanza puts everything in its place:
But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
You are my Avenger, you are my Savior
Your world is forever my abode,
Everything in this poem is incredibly bright, I would say juicy. The means of expression are extremely sensual. The epithets are quite simple, but at the same time accurate: a furious challenge, unexpected verses, a trembling soul. Plot images are used as metaphors: the author himself and his native language. They are opposed. Antitheses are built around these images that determine the composition: friend - enemy, king - slave, Israel, deity, eternity - short days. Of particular note is the last stanza - it consists of five lines. The last stanza is the most important in the poem, it expresses the attitude of the author to the language. And this attitude evokes so many emotions that the author, apparently, could not fit them in four lines. Here are the brightest comparative images, confirming the superiority of the language: “You are my Avenger, you are my Savior, / Your world is forever my abode, / Your voice is the sky above me!”
This poem rightfully occupies one of the prominent places in the work of Bryusov. It was a "rhymed" proof of what some of the poet's contemporaries refused to believe: could he challenge his native speech? Bryusov could, but this does not mean that handling the language was easy for him. Bryusov worked for many years primarily on himself, persistently comprehending the principles of versification. I really like the poem "Mother tongue", it proclaims faith in the strength of man, but at the same time carries a warning: do not overestimate your capabilities. Add to this the bright Bryusov style, the harmony of the composition and amazing symbols - and you get the attraction that I saw not only in a separate poem, but in Bryusov's work as a whole.
My faithful friend! my enemy is insidious!
My king! my slave! native language!
My poems are like altar smoke!
How fierce is my cry!
You gave wings to a crazy dream,
You wrapped your dream in fetters.
He saved me in the hours of impotence And crushed me with an excess of strength.
How often, in the secret of strange sounds And in the hidden sense of words, I found the melody of unexpected verses that took possession of me!
But often, tormented by joy Or quiet intoxicated with longing,
I waited in vain to be in tune With the trembling soul - your echo!
You wait like a giant.
I bow before you.
And yet I will not tire of fighting, like Israel with a deity!
There is no limit to my perseverance.
You are in eternity, I am in short days,
But still, as a magician, submit to me,
Or turn the madman to dust!
Your wealth, by inheritance,
I, impudent, demand myself.
I'm calling, you answer
I'm coming - you be ready to fight!
But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
You are my avenger, you are my savior, Your world is forever my abode,
Your voice is the sky above me!
More on mother tongue:
- In any case, the indictment and other documents had to be translated into the native language of the accused and
- Dmitrusenko N.E., Pleshakova S.V.. Practical course of the Russian language Part I. Textbook for students of pedagogical higher educational institutions in the specialty: “Native language and literature” (N.E. Dmitrusenko, S.V. Pleshakova - Tashkent ,2002), 2002
- ABSTRACT LANGUAGE AND CONCRETE LANGUAGE. LANGUAGE AS HISTORICALLY CONDITIONED "ABILITY TO SPEAK". THREE PROBLEMS OF LANGUAGE CHANGE
- modern Russian language. National language and forms of its existence. Literary language as the highest form of the national language.
- The multifunctionality of the Russian language: the Russian language as a means of serving all spheres and types of communication of the Russian people. Literary language and the language of fiction.
The Russian language is “my true friend…”. In the territory Russian Federation more than a hundred peoples live, many of which have their own language, their own culture. And the Russian language allows people of different nationalities understand each other, communicate, act together, make friends, love. It is no coincidence that Turgenev spoke about the Russian language: “You are my only support and support ...” This is what they say only about their best friend.
But the Russian language and "my enemy is insidious ...". It is difficult to master the Russian language, one must fight hard for knowledge, but even then not everything will work out. Many people are not given orthoepy, many do not know how to write correctly. There are many cases where spelling errors have led to a misunderstanding of the text. And the phrase used by S. Ya. Marshak in the play “Twelve Months” has become a classic: “You can’t be pardoned.”
The life of a person will depend on where to put a comma. Therefore, in order for the language not to become your enemy, it must be learned.
Russian language - "my king ...". Books by Tolstoy, Turgenev, Dostoevsky, Chekhov and other authors encourage millions of readers to reflect on the fate of mankind and individual people, worry about your favorite characters, admire the beauty of landscapes and just enjoy the sound of words. There are many wonderful things written in this language. works of art widely known all over the world. Often it is the desire to read Russian books in the original that causes foreigners to study the Russian language. The Russian language is the language of culture, art and science, helping a person to improve morally.
Russian language - "my slave ...".
Despite the fact that the Russian language is very difficult to learn, over the many centuries of its existence it has changed, been supplemented, but it obeyed me. With its help, I can freely express my thoughts, I can compose texts, come up with neologisms.
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My faithful friend! my enemy is insidious!
My king! my slave! native language!
My poems are like altar smoke!
How fierce is my cry!
You gave wings to a crazy dream,
You wrapped your dream in fetters,
Saved me in the hours of impotence
And crushed with excess strength.
How often in the mystery of strange sounds
And in the hidden sense of words
I found a tune - unexpected,
Poems that took possession of me!
But often, joy exhausted
Ile quiet intoxicated with longing,
I waited in vain to be in tune
With a trembling soul - your echo!
You wait like a giant.
I bow before you.
And yet I won't stop fighting
I am like Israel with a deity!
There is no limit to my perseverance.
You are in eternity, I am in short days,
But still, as a magician, submit to me,
Or turn the madman to dust!
Your wealth, by inheritance,
I, impudent, demand myself.
I'm calling - you answer,
I'm coming - get ready to fight!
But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
Your world is forever my abode,
The poem I chose for analysis was written on December 31, 1911. This period in the life of the poet is characterized by a rather complex relationship with the symbolists. Moreover, symbolism itself, as a literary trend, had exhausted itself and no longer represented a significant force capable of satisfying the spiritual needs of readers. It is not surprising that the proud Bryusov sought to further establish his understanding of art as hard work.
If earlier the poet experimented with the word, looking for new combinations of sounds and images, this time Bryusov directly challenges his native speech. The scale of his thought is amazing. The native language, in my opinion, is one of the most mysterious phenomena. The abstractness of the concept of "language" increases its inaccessibility, but this does not prevent Bryusov from calling for a fight. The poet was able to create an image of his native language, unique in its expressiveness, "like a giant." So many feelings fit in eight stanzas that it seems that speech can be touched, seen. After all, it is impossible to express so much in relation to something airy! However, Bryusov was able not only to spiritualize the image, but also to give speech some human qualities.
The whole poem is an endless tension that does not allow distraction. And here Bryusov's talent "to make poetry" is fully revealed. The first stanza is a series of rhetorical exclamations. At the same time, the series is built on the principle of antithesis: “My faithful friend! my enemy is insidious! / My king! my slave! native language!" It can be seen that the soul of the poet experiences an incredibly ambivalent feeling, but in any case it is imbued with admiration and reverence. The motif of the challenge immediately arises, which is filled with various associations: “My poems are like altar smoke! / Like a furious challenge is my cry!” But so far it is still only a cry, not a full-fledged challenge. The real challenge will appear a little later, when the author himself understands what language means to him: “You gave wings to a crazy dream ...” Bryusov tells us about “unexpected verses”, then about “vain expectations of consonances”. The suffering of a poet! Language is a “giant” that cannot be conquered. But Bryusov is also not going to give up - he sets a condition: “But still, as a magician, submit to me, / Or turn the madman to dust!” Incredibly, a simple man dared to defy speech! Bryusov resolutely and loudly declares: “I’m throwing a call - you answer, / I’m coming, you be ready to fight!” Many contemporaries for such determination, indeed, considered Bryusov a madman. One could stop at such a conclusion, but the last stanza puts everything in its place:
But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
You are my Avenger, you are my Savior
Your world is forever my abode,
Everything in this poem is incredibly bright, I would say juicy. The means of expression are extremely sensual. The epithets are quite simple, but at the same time accurate: a furious challenge, unexpected verses, a trembling soul. Plot images are used as metaphors: the author himself and his native language. They are opposed. Around these images, antitheses are built that determine the composition: friend - enemy, king - slave, Israel, deity, eternity - short days. Of particular note is the last stanza - it consists of five lines. The last stanza is the most important in the poem, it expresses the attitude of the author to the language. And this attitude evokes so many emotions that the author, apparently, could not fit them in four lines. The brightest comparative images are used here, confirming the superiority of the language: “You are my Avenger, you are my Savior, / Your world is forever my abode, / Your voice is the sky above me!”
This poem rightfully occupies one of the prominent places in the work of Bryusov. It was a "rhymed" proof of what some of the poet's contemporaries refused to believe: could he challenge his native speech? Bryusov could, but this does not mean that handling the language was easy for him. Bryusov worked for many years primarily on himself, persistently comprehending the principles of versification. I really like the poem "Mother tongue", it proclaims faith in the strength of man, but at the same time carries a warning: do not overestimate your capabilities. Add to this the bright Bryusov style, the harmony of the composition and the amazing symbols - and you get the attraction that I saw not only in a separate poem, but in the work of Bryusov as a whole.
"Mother tongue" Valery Bryusov
My faithful friend! My enemy is insidious!
My king! My slave! Native language!
My poems are like altar smoke!
How fierce is my cry!You gave wings to a crazy dream,
You wrapped your dream in fetters.
Saved me in the hours of impotence
And crushed with excess strength.How often in the mystery of strange sounds
And in the hidden sense of words
I found the tune of the unexpected,
Poems that took possession of me!But often, joy exhausted
Ile quiet intoxicated with longing,
I waited in vain to be in tune
With a trembling soul - your echo!You wait like a giant.
I bow before you.
And yet I won't stop fighting
I am like Israel with a deity!There is no limit to my perseverance.
You are in eternity, I am in short days,
But still, as a magician, submit to me,
Or turn the madman to dust!Your wealth, by inheritance,
I, impudent, demand myself.
I'm calling, you answer
I'm coming - you be ready to fight!But, defeated or winner,
I will fall down before you:
You are my avenger, you are my savior
Your world is forever my abode,
Your voice is the sky above me!
Analysis of Bryusov's poem "Mother tongue"
Valery Bryusov is rightfully considered one of the leaders and ideologists of Russian symbolism. However, his works often deal with philosophical questions, which the author interprets in a very peculiar way. He does not delve into the jungle of sophistry, preferring to operate with accessible and understandable things. But at the same time, without suspecting it, he raises topics that are very relevant today.
In 1911, Valery Bryusov published the poem "Mother tongue", which is sustained in a somewhat pathetic and sublime manner, inherent in many of the poet's works. However, this time the author quite sincerely admits that for him his native language is not only a true friend, but also an enemy. This is not surprising, because the poet is quite frank in his works and often, according to critics, crosses the line of what is permitted. It is for this reason that Bryusov claims that the native language "gave wings to the crazy dream", allowing it to be embodied in poetic form your thoughts. But, at the same time, it was the language that became for the poet the fetters of a prisoner who fettered himself, depriving him of the opportunity to be sincere and honest.
Bryusov bows to his native language, as he understands that it has been formed over the centuries, having absorbed the culture, traditions and customs of the Russian people. But not every person is given the opportunity to comprehend its beauty and discover the power that is contained in simple and familiar, at first glance, words. Therefore, referring to his native language, the poet notes: "Your wealth, by inheritance, I, impudent, demand for myself." With this phrase, Bryusov emphasizes that he deserves to own priceless gift words, although he understands that he chooses a difficult path for himself. However, the poet is ready for ups and downs, he is sure that he can pass all the trials with honor and prove that it was not in vain that fate wanted to make a poet out of him. In this he sees the highest purpose, which is to preserve the native language and convey it to posterity in his poems, which Bryusov himself considers very far from ideal.
However, for the author it no longer matters whether he is defeated or victorious. It is much more important for Bryusov that it is his native language that gives him the strength to live, feel, dream, love and dare. “Your world is forever my abode! Your voice is the sky above me, ”the poet sums up, realizing that from now on he will have to go through long way, at the end of which you should not expect a reward.
