Do not argue, do not bother -

Madness seeks - stupidity judges;

Treat daytime wounds with sleep,

And tomorrow there will be something ...

Live, know all survive:

Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety -

What to wish? What to worry about?

The day survived - and thank God!

Other editions and variants

3    [Sleep the pain of the day in the night]

Autograph - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit ridge 28. L. 6 vol.

4   And tomorrow be what will be.

        modern. 1854. Vol. XLIV. S. 56 et seq. ed.

6   Unhappiness, joy and anxiety.

        Moscow. 1851. No. 22. Book. 2. S. 220.

COMMENTS:

Autograph - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit ridge 28. L. 6 vol.

Lists - Drying notebook(p. 47); Album Tyutcheva(p. 92); Muran. album(p. 55).

First post - Moscow 1851. No. 22. Book. 2. S. 220; then - Modern 1854. Vol. XLIV. S. 56; Ed. 1854. S. 136; Ed. 1868. S. 160; Ed. SPb., 1886. S. 155; Ed. 1900. S. 174.

Printed by autograph.

Draft autograph, with corrections. It is crossed out: "Sleep the pain of the day in the night", the final version of the line is inscribed on top: "Heal the wounds of the day with sleep." The exclamation point at the end of the poem is similar in spelling to question marks in the 7th line, which can be explained by the creation of an interrogative-exclamatory intonation or the inertia of writing. The energy of the movement of thought, bringing together aphoristically complete statements, is conveyed with the help of a dash (at the end of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 6th, in the middle of the 2nd, 4th (after "what" ), 8th lines). With capital letter"Stupidity", "Judges", "Tomorrow", "Sorrow", "Joy", "Anxiety", "Glory to God" were written. The word "all" is underlined. There is no division into stanzas, which is reflected in a number of publications: Moscow., Sovr., Ed. 1854, Ed. 1868.

The text of the poem is written on the second page of the invitation card addressed to F. I. Tyutchev. Master of Ceremonies Count A. M. Borch (1804–1867) and his wife Countess S. I. Borch (1809–1871) asked the poet “to give them the honor to dine with them on Thursday, July 6 at 5 ½ o’clock” (translated from French: Chulkov II. S. 320.). The invitation was sent out on July 3, 1850, which makes it possible for a tentative date - early July 1850.

AT Moscow(censored note: November 15, 1851) published under the title "Soviet" and signed "F. T.". Instead of "sorrow" in the 6th line, "misfortune" is put. Changed punctuation. The dash is preserved only in the last line (before "thank God!"). Appears Exclamation point at the end of the 1st line.

AT Modern published in the general selection of Tyutchev's poems under the number "LXXXIX". The form of the 4th line has been changed: "Tomorrow will be what will be." The editor refuses exclamatory intonation in the 1st ( Moscow) and the last (autograph) lines. The 1st line ends with an ellipsis, the 4th - with a Tyutchev colon, which was not in Moscow There is a dot at the end of the poem. Subsequent editions mostly repeat the text Modern

AT Ed. 1854 placed in the context of the verses: “Two voices”, “Thought after thought, wave after wave ...”, “For the third year languages ​​​​are raging ...”, “Dawn”, written in 1850. With the date: “1850” appears in Ed. SPb., 1886, here for the first time it is divided into 2 stanzas, which was supported by later editions.

The poem was often quoted by I. S. Turgenev in letters to A. A. Fet, Ya. P. Polonsky, Zh. A. Polonskaya, M. G. Savina. “...“ Don’t bother,” said the sage Tyutchev, ““ madness is looking for ” ... the hour will come, the case will come, and fine. And to rush towards the hour, towards the occasion is madness, ”Turgenev advises Fet in a letter dated July 16, 1860 ( Turgenev. T. 4. S. 109). It acquired particular relevance for Turgenev in 1882 (the time of the writer's illness and bleak state of mind).

Critics differently assessed the attitude of the poet to God and the world, expressed in the poem. A. Krukovsky decided that "under the influence of closeness to nature" in the soul of the poet developed "a kind of fatalism, a weak trust in the forces and abilities of man." “... The expression of this impotence of the mind and will, suppressed external forces, is a small octet, which can be regarded as a kind of poetic confession of Tyutchev. Verse conclusion. “Don’t argue, don’t bother…” seemed to the critic “dreary”, but “inevitable” “for someone who sees in a person and his mighty thought only a weak reflection of the play of “external secret forces... "(A. Krukovsky. Poetry of F.I. Tyutchev // Journal of the Ministry of National Education. St. Petersburg, 1910. October. P. 182–183). A. G. Gornfeld also considers it as an expression of Tyutchev's worldly philosophy, but by the power that captures and conquers the poet, it is thought here "the world of petty human interests" ( Gornfeld. S. 7).

On the contrary, priest V. Conversation in the work " Religious motives in Tyutchev's poetry" saw in this eight-line "a lesson in Christian everyday mood": "A wonderful poem that expresses a truly Evangelical view of the mood in which we should spend the days of our earthly life:

Don't argue, don't bother...

How reminiscent of the famous Zlatoust “thank God for everything” said at the evening of his life!

Treat daytime wounds with sleep, forgetting in it all the irritation accumulated during the day against people and unfavorable life circumstances and not inflaming the spirit of malice against everyone and everything. Surrender yourself to the will of God for tomorrow; do not wish for anything and do not grieve about anything, but for the past, whether it is good or bad, thank God. After all, these words contain the ideal of perfect devotion to Divine Providence ”(“ Wanderer. Spiritual Journal modern life, science and literature". Petrograd, 1915. March. S. 391).

Discrepancies in the interpretation of the main conclusions of the poem can be explained by the consonance of the latter not only with the philosophy of Christians, but also with the attitude of the ancient Stoics.

Thematically, Tyutchev's work correlates with Pushkin's "If life deceives you ..." (1825). Common are the question of acceptance or rejection of life, a form of advice that is productive for expressing the poet's philosophy. The poems differ in tone. The soft preaching of humility gives way to Tyutchev's call for courageous patience and steadfastness ( A. M.).

"Don't argue, don't bother!"
Fedor Tyutchev

Don't argue, don't bother!
Madness seeks, stupidity judges;
Treat daytime wounds with sleep,
And tomorrow to be something, it will be.

Living, be able to survive everything:
Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.
What to wish? What to worry about?
The day survived - and thank God!

Fedor Tyutchev did not consider himself a true Christian, as he was brought up on Western culture and traditions of France, England, Germany. Nevertheless, fate itself forced the poet to turn to the biblical commandments and try them on. own life. Once Tyutchev understood. That a series of joyful and sad events that follow each other as if in a kaleidoscope is not chaotic. Like a skilled artist, someone from above prescribes the details of each new day, giving it different shades. It is useless to oppose this, since what should happen will certainly happen. It remains only to submit to someone else's will and accept everything that happens with gratitude.

It is with such fatalistic moods that Tyutchev's poem, written in the summer of 1850, is saturated. It is noteworthy that the autograph of this work adorned reverse side an invitation card to a dinner party to Count Borch, where the poet, according to eyewitnesses, was not going to attend. However, in last moment he changed his mind, seeing in everything that was happening a sign of fate, as a result of which they were born famous lines: "Do not argue, do not bother - madness seeks - stupidity judges." They fully meet the biblical commandments that call a person to show humility. It comes to Tyutchev only over the years, when a sudden illness takes the life of his first wife, and a chance meeting gives a second life partner, who by the time he met the poet is the wife of a German baron.

Tyutchev considers attempts to find logic in this series of events to be madness, and own wish“Putting everything on the shelves” and subordinating to logic calls it stupidity. That is why the poet gives himself and everyone around wise advice: “Living, be able to survive everything; sadness, and joy, and anxiety. Only in this way, according to Tyutchev, can one save peace of mind and become truly happy, knowing that someone from above will take care of you and show their mercy. After all, even when a person experiences pain, it is given to him for good, to purify the soul and get rid of vices. Therefore, Tyutchev is ready to accept everything that is destined for him by fate, philosophically noting: "The day has survived - and thank God!"

It was precisely such a philosophical attitude to life that more than once saved Tyutchev from despair, when life, due to the loss of loved ones, lost all meaning for him. However, the poet, once discovering the secret inner harmony, managed to put it into practice, which he advised others to do.

Fedor Tyutchev did not consider himself a true Christian, as he was brought up in Western culture and the traditions of France, England, Germany. Nevertheless, fate itself forced the poet to turn to the biblical commandments and try them on in his own life. Once Tyutchev realized that a series of joyful and sad events that follow each other as if in a kaleidoscope is not chaotic. Like a skilled artist, someone from above prescribes the details of each new day, giving it different shades. It is useless to oppose this, since what should happen will certainly happen. It remains only to submit to someone else's will and accept everything that happens with gratitude.

It is with such fatalistic moods that the poem “Do not argue, do not bother. ". written in the summer of 1850. It is noteworthy that the autograph of this work adorned the reverse side of the invitation card for a dinner party to Count Borch, where the poet, according to eyewitnesses, was not going to attend. However, at the last moment he changed his mind, seeing in everything that was happening a sign of fate, as a result of which the famous lines appeared: "Do not argue, do not bother - madness seeks, stupidity judges." They fully meet the biblical commandments that call a person to show humility. It comes to Tyutchev only over the years, when a sudden illness takes the life of his first wife, and a chance meeting gives a second life partner, who by the time he met the poet is the wife of a German baron.

Tyutchev considers attempts to find logic in this series of events to be madness, and calls his own desire to “sort everything into pieces” and subordinate it to logic, calls it stupidity. That is why the poet gives himself and everyone around him wise advice: “When living, be able to survive everything; sadness, and joy, and anxiety. Only in this way, according to Tyutchev, can you maintain peace of mind and become truly happy, knowing that someone from above will take care of you and show your mercy. After all, even when a person experiences pain, it is given to him for good, to purify the soul and get rid of vices. Therefore, Tyutchev is ready to accept everything that is destined for him by fate, philosophically noting: "The day has survived - and thank God!"

poem analysis

Maria Chernysheva Pupil (79), closed 3 years ago

Don't argue, don't bother!
Madness seeks, stupidity judges.
Treat daytime wounds with sleep,
and then something will happen.
Living, be able to survive everything:
What to wish? What to worry about?
The day flew by and thank God!
Turgenev.
. Plan
1. Time of writing, history of creation, connection with the biography of the poet, with the events of the era.
2. Genre of works.
3. Topic, main idea.
4. How the plot develops ( compositional features)
5. What role do they play in this movement. a) size b) rhyme c) types of stanzas d) basic figurative and expressive means e) poetic syntax and the figure of speech f) the sound organization of the verse g) feelings and experiences lyrical hero(what can be said about his inner world)

BABY Enlightened (48896) 3 years ago

F. I. Tyutchev. "Don't argue, don't bother. »

Don't argue, don't bother.
Treat daytime wounds with sleep,
Living, be able to survive everything:
Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.
What to wish? What to worry about?
The day survived - and thank God!

The composition of Tyutchev's poems, as a rule, is two-part, which conveys a strong and fast movement of poetic thought.

For his poems, strikingly short and at the same time incredibly concentrated in meaning, full of deep generalizations and philosophical sound, characteristic special shape introduction of the image of a lyrical hero. In addition to the lyrical "I", Tyutchev loves the lyrical "you" and even the lyrical "we". These "you" and "we" are correlated with the author's personality:

Don't argue, don't bother.

Madness seeks, stupidity judges;

Treat daytime wounds with sleep,

And tomorrow to be something, it will be.

Living, be able to survive everything:

Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.

What to wish? What to worry about?

The day survived - and thank God!

The movement of the lyrical "I" to the original lyrical "we" is explained by the poet's penchant for philosophical generalizations. At the same time, the range of the poet's artistic vision is striking - from the thin hair of the cobweb, which "glistens on an idle furrow." to the starry ocean of the universe. The basis of Tyutchev's poetic model is duality. Harmony-chaos, faith-unbelief, heavenly-earthly, man-nature, love-death, existence-non-existence - this is the strip poetic world poet. Often they are combined in one poem.

Thematically, the lyrics of F. I. Tyutchev can be divided into landscape, philosophical, love, political. Of course, such a division is very conditional. His poems are philosophical in depth, in their ability to get to the main issues of life: life and death, faith and unbelief, chaos and space.

F. I. Tyutchev entered the history of Russian literature as a successor to the poetry of the Golden Age, as a philosophizing romantic, as a forerunner of poetry Silver Age. They say that it is impossible to love Tyutchev in early youth, love for Tyutchev is a sign of growing up of the soul.

"Don't argue, don't bother!" F. Tyutchev

"Don't argue, don't bother!" Fedor Tyutchev

Don't argue, don't bother.
Madness seeks, stupidity judges;
Treat daytime wounds with sleep,
And tomorrow to be something, it will be.

Living, be able to survive everything:
Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.
What to wish? What to worry about?
The day survived - and thank God!

Analysis of Tyutchev's poem "Do not argue, do not bother!"

It is with such fatalistic moods that Tyutchev's poem, written in the summer of 1850, is saturated. It is noteworthy that the autograph of this work adorned the reverse side of the invitation card for a dinner party to Count Borch, where the poet, according to eyewitnesses, was not going to attend. However, at the last moment he changed his mind, seeing in everything that was happening a sign of fate, as a result of which the famous lines appeared: "Do not argue, do not bother - madness seeks - stupidity judges." They fully meet the biblical commandments that call a person to show humility. It comes to Tyutchev only over the years, when a sudden illness takes the life of his first wife, and a chance meeting gives a second life partner, who by the time he met the poet is the wife of a German baron.

Tyutchev considers attempts to find logic in this series of events to be madness, and calls his own desire to “sort everything into pieces” and subordinate it to logic, calls it stupidity. That is why the poet gives himself and everyone around him wise advice: “When living, be able to survive everything; sadness, and joy, and anxiety. Only in this way, according to Tyutchev, can you maintain peace of mind and become truly happy, knowing that someone from above will take care of you and show your mercy. After all, even when a person experiences pain, it is given to him for good, to cleanse the soul and get rid of vices. Therefore, Tyutchev is ready to accept everything that is destined for him by fate, philosophically noting: "The day has survived - and thank God!"

It was precisely such a philosophical attitude to life that more than once saved Tyutchev from despair, when life, due to the loss of loved ones, lost all meaning for him. However, the poet, once discovering for himself the secret of inner harmony, managed to put it into practice, which he advised others to do.

Don't argue, don't bother

Poem "Don't argue, don't bother" written by Tyutchev on the invitation card of Count A.M. Borja (1804-1867) and his wife Countess S.I. Borch (1809-1871) with a request "to give them the honor to dine with them on Thursday, July 6 at 5 1/2 hours." Invitation sent July 3, 1850

Don't argue, don't bother.
Madness seeks, stupidity judges;
Treat daytime wounds with sleep,
And tomorrow to be something, it will be.

Living, be able to survive everything:
Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.
What to wish? What to worry about?
The day survived - and thank God!

In the summer of 1850, the poet was, in his words, in a "spiritual swoon", hence the "philosophical" mood. This poem echoes the "Wave and Thought" written a year later.

Fedor
Tyutchev

Analysis of the poem by Fyodor Tyutchev “Do not argue, do not bother. »

Fedor Tyutchev did not consider himself a true Christian, as he was brought up in Western culture and the traditions of France, England, and Germany. Nevertheless, fate itself forced the poet to turn to the biblical commandments and try them on in his own life. Once Tyutchev understood. That a series of joyful and sad events that follow each other as if in a kaleidoscope is not chaotic. Like a skilled artist, someone from above prescribes the details of each new day, giving it different shades. It is useless to oppose this, since what should happen will certainly happen. It remains only to submit to someone else's will and accept everything that happens with gratitude.

It is with such fatalistic moods that Tyutchev's poem, written in the summer of 1850, is saturated. It is noteworthy that the autograph of this work adorned the reverse side of the invitation card for a dinner party to Count Borch, where the poet, according to eyewitnesses, was not going to attend. However, at the last moment he changed his mind, seeing in everything that was happening a sign of fate, as a result of which the famous lines appeared: “Do not argue, do not bother - madness seeks - stupidity judges.” They fully meet the biblical commandments that call a person to show humility. It comes to Tyutchev only over the years, when a sudden illness takes the life of his first wife, and a chance meeting gives a second life partner, who by the time he met the poet is the wife of a German baron.

Tyutchev considers attempts to find logic in this series of events to be madness, and calls his own desire to “sort everything into pieces” and subordinate it to logic, calls it stupidity. That is why the poet gives himself and everyone around him wise advice: “When living, be able to survive everything; sadness, and joy, and anxiety. Only in this way, according to Tyutchev, can you maintain peace of mind and become truly happy, knowing that someone from above will take care of you and show your mercy. After all, even when a person experiences pain, it is given to him for good, to purify the soul and get rid of vices. Therefore, Tyutchev is ready to accept everything that is destined for him by fate, philosophically noting: "The day has survived - and thank God!"

It was precisely such a philosophical attitude to life that more than once saved Tyutchev from despair, when life, due to the loss of loved ones, lost all meaning for him. However, the poet, once discovering for himself the secret of inner harmony, managed to put it into practice, which he advised others to do.

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Don't argue, don't bother.

Madness seeks, stupidity judges;

Treat daytime wounds with sleep,

And tomorrow to be something, it will be.

Living, be able to survive everything:

Listen to Tyutchev's poem Don't argue, don't bother

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"Don't argue, don't bother!" Fedor Tyutchev

Don't argue, don't bother!
Madness seeks, stupidity judges;
Treat daytime wounds with sleep,
And tomorrow to be something, it will be.

Living, be able to survive everything:
Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.
What to wish? What to worry about?
The day survived - and thank God!

Analysis of Tyutchev's poem "Do not argue, do not bother!"

Fedor Tyutchev did not consider himself a true Christian, as he was brought up in Western culture and the traditions of France, England, and Germany. Nevertheless, fate itself forced the poet to turn to the biblical commandments and try them on in his own life. Once Tyutchev understood. That a series of joyful and sad events that follow each other as if in a kaleidoscope is not chaotic. Like a skilled artist, someone from above prescribes the details of each new day, giving it different shades. It is useless to oppose this, since what should happen will certainly happen. It remains only to submit to someone else's will and accept everything that happens with gratitude.

It is with such fatalistic moods that Tyutchev's poem, written in the summer of 1850, is saturated. It is noteworthy that the autograph of this work adorned the reverse side of the invitation card for a dinner party to Count Borch, where the poet, according to eyewitnesses, was not going to attend. However, at the last moment he changed his mind, seeing in everything that was happening a sign of fate, as a result of which the famous lines appeared: "Do not argue, do not bother - madness seeks - stupidity judges." They fully meet the biblical commandments that call a person to show humility. It comes to Tyutchev only over the years, when a sudden illness takes the life of his first wife, and a chance meeting gives a second life partner, who by the time he met the poet is the wife of a German baron.

Tyutchev considers attempts to find logic in this series of events to be madness, and calls his own desire to “sort everything into pieces” and subordinate it to logic, calls it stupidity. That is why the poet gives himself and everyone around him wise advice: “When living, be able to survive everything; sadness, and joy, and anxiety. Only in this way, according to Tyutchev, can you maintain peace of mind and become truly happy, knowing that someone from above will take care of you and show your mercy. After all, even when a person experiences pain, it is given to him for good, to cleanse the soul and get rid of vices. Therefore, Tyutchev is ready to accept everything that is destined for him by fate, philosophically noting: "The day has survived - and thank God!"

It was precisely such a philosophical attitude to life that more than once saved Tyutchev from despair, when life, due to the loss of loved ones, lost all meaning for him. However, the poet, once discovering for himself the secret of inner harmony, managed to put it into practice, which he advised others to do.

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