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1. What is this poem about? What does it describe? This is a poem about the seasons and about love,
Transforming perception of the world.
2. Whose eyes do you see the world with? World
Seen through the eyes lyrical heroine- an enthusiastic woman in love.
3. How is this world depicted? The world is bright, full of light, smells, colors, it is ebullient and joyful. lyrical
The heroine depicts an unusual autumn in detail and colorfully.
4. How has he changed, what is unusual? His
Unusual in warm days and nights, in the absence of rain and clouds, rampage
Colors and scents. ("And the nettle smelled,
Like roses, but stronger." “It seemed that a transparent snowdrop would turn white now.”) The poetess defines it with an oxymoron: “spring
Autumn".
5. How do you understand the comparison of the sun with a rebel who entered the capital? When the rebel who rejects the established
Order enters the capital, the success of his rebellion is obvious. He starts to enter his
Rules. So the sun, which in autumn is supposed to be in the sky for a short time, dictates its
Orders equaling autumn with spring.
6. How do you understand the expression "spring autumn?" The weather does not correspond to autumn, as it should be at this time of the year, but to spring:
Warm, light, colorful. natural phenomena(and the rise of feelings and moods)
Suitable for spring. I understand that this is not so much about phenomenal phenomena.
Nature, but about the feelings of the lyrical heroine. Autumn has come in her personal life,
But she does not want to accept this, full of expectation and ready for new love. "Spring
Autumn" is her state of mind, autumn is not terrible when spring is in the soul.
7. The meaning of the word Dome. A dome is a vault (roof, covering) in the form of a hemisphere.
8. What does the dome protect from? The dome protects
From natural troubles (rain, hail, snow, dust, cold or heat) occurring behind it
Limits, it creates a border between the external and internal, maintains a microclimate.
But at the same time - the dome does not press, it creates air space gives volume and freedom.
9. How do you understand the line “There was an order for the clouds not to darken this dome with themselves” Whose
That's an order? Simple answer: autumn
She built a dome at the place of residence of the heroine and ordered the clouds not to
Darken with your presence. (Autumn animation). But it seems to me that Akhmatova is hinting at God's will. Only she is subject to both the weather and human
Fate. “Do not darken” is, I think, an order from the one who controls the world. And it's clear
The sky is perceived by the lyrical heroine as a sign from above what will happen
Unusual and bright event.
10. So, why is autumn “unprecedented”? She is unprecedented, because. such an autumn
There were no people in my memory: “Pass
September deadlines, but where did the cold, wet days go?
11. Can we say that this poem is about the miraculous power of love? Yes. It is possible that it really was
Unusual autumn, because not only the heroine, but also the rest of the people were surprised. But,
Associated with the appearance of a calm HIM, spring autumn turned into the memories of the heroine
Into something unprecedented, magical, solemn and fateful. Love imposed
Its imprint on what was happening, gave it emotional sublimity, brightness
And greatness. This poem says that by the miraculous power of love the world is transformed and revealed in all the richness of colors.
A strong spirit and the will to live appear in the 1922 poem “An unprecedented autumn built a high dome ...” (from the book “Anno Domini ...”), in contrast to the two printed in “Evening” and “Rosary” light in tone , optimistic, more precisely, pacified. His appearance was preceded by the hardships of time civil war, the heaviest losses, the failure of attempts to arrange a personal life. Eleven lines out of twelve - a detailed landscape, a picture of an extraordinary "spring autumn". And it turns out that the last, unexpected verse, “That's when you, calm, came up to my porch,” is the main one, for the sake of which the whole poem was written. Someone unnamed, and even calm (the most “inexpressive”, seemingly meaningless epithet, but how reassuring is this calmness compared to the imaginary calmness of a terribly smiling suffering person and cheerful calmness “ true friend”!), appeared before the heroine, and it turned out to be extremely important for her. She no longer dreams of happiness, but, like the 35-year-old Pushkin in the poem “It's time, my friend, it's time! my heart asks for peace...”, only about peace, and we suddenly understand to what extent she, marveling together with other people at an unprecedented autumn, this peace was not enough. Akhmatova is already thirty-three years old: according to the then concepts, youth ends. By 1922, the beginning of her relationship with the art critic N.N. Punin, which turned into a long living together, although they did not bring happiness, and real peace. While the heroine of the poem hopes, if not for the best, but for the good.
Autumn is personified: it builds a dome of the sky, forbids the clouds to “dark” it, “greedily” caresses the sun. Gradually, the personification is replaced by a personal human position. The perception of surprised people becomes more concrete: emerald water is visible in the canals, nettles smell like roses, “it was stifling from dawns, unbearable, demonic and scarlet” (the epithet “scarlet”, which fell on the rhyme, in this context is not purely color, it is no less significant than “unbearable” and even “demonic”), such that “we all remembered them until the end of our days” - no longer people in general, but “all of us” until the end of days, the heroine is sure of this, although about an ambulance death, unlike the heroines of "Evening" and "Rosary", does not think at all. The word “we” is also highlighted by a metric break: a solemn, extended 5-foot anapaest loses two syllables inside the verse, including the stressed one, the line breaks up into two metrically identical half-lines (two feet each), the pause emphasizes the seriousness of the expected - “until the end of our days ". In the last quatrain, where there is a comparison of the sun with a fearless rebel (autumn rebelled) and the image of a snowdrop, a flower of a “new”, resurgent life, appears, “we” is replaced by “I”, although in the form possessive pronoun(“to my porch”), - corresponding to the poem “you”, as if unexpectedly appearing, but prepared by the whole system. In this quatrain exact rhymes, flat meter. The verse harmonizes in the same way as the content.
“Unprecedented autumn built a high dome…” Anna Akhmatova
Unprecedented autumn built a high dome,
There was an order to the clouds not to darken this dome.
And people marveled: the September deadlines are passing,
And where did the cold, wet days go? ..
The water of the muddy channels became emerald,
And the nettle smelled like roses, but only stronger,
It was stuffy from the dawns, intolerable, demonic and scarlet,
We all remember them until the end of our days.
The sun was like a rebel who entered the capital,
And spring autumn caressed him so greedily,
What seemed - now the transparent will turn white
snowdrop…
That's when you approached, calm, to my porch.
Analysis of Akhmatova's poem "An unprecedented autumn built a high dome ..."
The poem "An unprecedented autumn built a high dome ..." was written in 1922. Initially, Akhmatova wanted to include it in the Reed collection. It did not appear in print, since in the 1920s the works of the poetess - both old and new - practically ceased to be published. The composition of the analyzed text resembles Pushkin's unfinished poem "Autumn", dated 1833. Alexander Sergeevich's nine stanzas from afar lead the reader to the main thing - the minute when "verses will flow freely" just about. Akhmatova's shock is the last line. The central event of the work is the arrival of a man to the lyrical heroine: "That's when you, calm, came up to my porch." Most likely, this refers to the art critic Nikolai Nikolaevich Punin. Anna Andreevna lived with him in a civil marriage for about fifteen years, having met in the early 1920s. At the time of writing the poem in question, the poetess did not yet know what to expect from a new relationship, but she clearly hoped for a happy future. At the same time, do not forget that the previous marriage was unsuccessful for her. The second husband, the outstanding orientalist Vladimir Kazimirovich Shileiko, became a real tyrant for Akhmatova. Naturally, after everything she had experienced, Punin's appearance was perceived by her almost as a miracle, a ray of light in a dark kingdom.
A significant part of the poem "An unprecedented autumn built a high dome ..." is a description of the landscape. The attention of readers is invited to autumn is not quite ordinary, this does not happen every year. She erected high dome not obscured by clouds. The cold does not come for a long time, the water of the muddy St. Petersburg canals has become emerald, as if the nettle smelled of roses, but only stronger. Autumn in the analyzed text is more like spring - it seems that snowdrops are about to appear. The feelings of the lyrical heroine are so strong that for her the whole world, illuminated by the sun that looks like a rebel, becomes engulfed in love excitement. And we are talking not only about nature, but also about people surprised by the changes taking place. Love gives hope for the best, for rebirth. The seasons in the poem are the personification of cycles human life. Autumn - old age, sunset. Spring is youth, the beginning. For the lyrical heroine, love is also an opportunity to regain youth, at least for a while rejecting the inexorably approaching death.
A strong spirit and the will to live appear in the 1922 poem “An unprecedented autumn built a high dome ...” (from the book “Anno Domini ...”), in contrast to the two printed in “Evening” and “Rosary”, light in tone, optimistic, more precise , peaceful. His appearance was preceded by the hardships of the Civil War, the hardest losses, the failure of attempts to arrange a personal life. Eleven lines out of twelve - a detailed landscape, a picture of an extraordinary "spring autumn". And it turns out that the last, unexpected verse, “That's when you, calm, came up to my porch,” is the main one, for the sake of which the whole poem was written. Someone unnamed, and even calm (the most “inexpressive”, seemingly meaningless epithet, but how reassuring is this calmness compared to the imaginary calmness of a terribly smiling suffering person and the cheerful calmness of a “true friend”!), Appeared in front of the heroine, and that was extremely important to her. She no longer dreams of happiness, but, like the 35-year-old Pushkin in the poem “It's time, my friend, it's time! my heart asks for peace...”, only about peace, and we suddenly understand to what extent she, marveling together with other people at an unprecedented autumn, this peace was not enough. Akhmatova is already thirty-three years old: according to the then concepts, youth ends. By 1922, the beginning of her relationship with the art critic N. N. Punin, which turned into a long life together, although they did not bring happiness, and even real peace, dates back to 1922. While the heroine of the poem hopes, if not for the best, but for the good.
Autumn is personified: it builds a dome of the sky, forbids the clouds to “dark” it, “greedily” caresses the sun. Gradually, the personification is replaced by a personal human position. The perception of surprised people becomes more concrete: emerald water is visible in the canals, nettles smell like roses, “it was stifling from dawns, unbearable, demonic and scarlet” (the epithet “scarlet”, which fell on the rhyme, in this context is not purely color, it is no less significant than “unbearable” and even “demonic”), such that “we all remembered them until the end of our days” - no longer people in general, but “all of us” until the end of days, the heroine is sure of this, although death, unlike the heroines of "Evening" and "Rosary", does not think at all. The word “we” is also highlighted by a metric break: a solemn, extended 5-foot anapaest loses two syllables inside the verse, including the stressed one, the line breaks up into two metrically identical half-lines (two feet each), the pause emphasizes the seriousness of what is expected - “until the end of our days ".
In the last quatrain, where the comparison of the sun with a fearless rebel arises (autumn rebelled) and the image of a snowdrop appears, the flower of a “new”, resurgent life, “we” is replaced by “I”, although in the form of a possessive pronoun (“to my porch” ), - corresponding, as it were, unexpectedly appeared, but prepared by the whole system of the poem “you”. In this quatrain, exact rhymes, even meter. The verse harmonizes in the same way as the content.
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(Diary entry of a former teacher)
Today is the first day of the calendar autumn. But the heat of the day does not subside. It froze over our land, hanging motionless under a high celestial dome and it is not known when it will dissolve, it will melt in the obligatory coolness of September, which, of course, will inevitably come.
However, not a single forecast of weather forecasters will dare to say something definite. And this despite the fact that professional "forecasters" are armed with surprisingly accurate equipment. They have clear satellite data explaining what is happening to our cute "ball" that rotates around its axis, flies around the sun in its orbit. But it is not yet possible for “forecasters” to correctly warn people what will happen to the weather. Nature is stronger than them, more mysterious. If she reveals her secrets, then these “exposures” are ominous: rains with floods, tornadoes, hurricanes ...
I look at the distant distances outside the city, edged with the teeth of the forest. They are alert and mute. There is not even a vague movement in them. Trying to find yourself folk omens who will tell you what will happen tomorrow. Vaughn and clouds appeared, and tangled cosmos in the sky. Everything seems to herald imminent bad weather, the first autumn rains, but the same signs were there yesterday and the day before yesterday, and the motionless heat stands over the edge and disappears little even in the night. An immovable, sultry silence envelops the entire forest outside the city and the skies above it.
The feeling of land and lack of water around is such that you already look at the meadows near the lake as at a dry African shroud, on which it has not rained for half a year. The hemlock has dried up to blackness, the sow thistle has pubescent, and even from a light breath of the breeze, weightless white balls fly one after another from its stems, causing damage to the meadows and abandoned fields with boldly prolific seeds next year. Only goldenrod blooms luxuriantly, covering empty fields and ravines with lemon color.
BUT hot glitter the sun sows heat. It crackles in the withered chestnut leaves, whispers softly in birch strands and rare golden patches on them. From time to time they silently fly from the strands to the fleecy green under their shadow, and the green crown of the birch feet is decorated with early gold.
However, the dull heat that has lingered since summer will dispel joy for an hour or two: children's voices are heard, the trills of the first bell are heard throughout all the schoolyards, calling, solemn sounds, to which there is a long-standing anxious-loving feeling, inextinguishable, like first love.
And no matter how the heat dries up your heart, or the onset of old age saddens you with illnesses, September 1st will remind you of your living youth, remember the wonderful school hubbub of the children, unforgettable meetings with her, sitting at her desks, a little wary, but not having time to extinguish her playful gaiety.
You try, it happened, to put on a certain appearance of severity, but it doesn’t work. And you already smile broadly, openly at the children, and the spirit of belonging, empathy envelops you and their unity on the eve of the difficult campaigns for Knowledge. The children used to study, and so did I.
And for all school lines of the song. And this one too: “What is snow to me, what is heat to me, / What is torrential rain to me, / When my friends are with me!”
And the first days of autumn are surprisingly unprecedented. Anna Akhmatova probably spoke of such days: “An unprecedented autumn built a high dome, / There was an order for the clouds not to darken this dome with themselves ....”
And now: the order is executed, the sky is clear and high, there is not a cloud on it. I wish there was an order from somewhere not to darken my own soul with gray clouds.
