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Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

Analysis of the poem by A. S. Pushkin "A dull time, eyes charm"

The golden time of the year is striking in its beauty and poetry. The period when nature brightly and solemnly says goodbye to summer, warmth, greenery, prepares for winter sleep. Yellow, red foliage adorns the trees, and crumbling falls like a motley carpet under your feet. The off-season has inspired artists, poets, composers, and playwrights for centuries.

Pushkin has always attracted autumn with its charm. He loved this time more than anyone else, about which he tirelessly wrote both in prose and in verse. In the poem “A dull time, eyes of charm”, Alexander Sergeevich talks about the seasons and comes to the conclusion that the end of October is ideal for him in all respects.

He does not like spring, sung by many poets, for being dirty and slushy. Cannot stand hot summers, with insects always buzzing. The lyrics are more to the soul "Russian cold". But the winter is cold and long. Although the hero loves sledding through the snow, skating. The weather does not always favor your favorite pastimes. And the narrator is bored and dreary to sit at home by the fireplace for a long time.

The famous lines were born in the second Boldin autumn in 1833. It is known that this period was the most productive for the poet, his creative upsurge. When the fingers themselves asked for the pen, and the pen for the paper. Preparation for sleep, the withering of nature - for Pushkin, the stage of renewal, new life. He writes that he is blooming again.

Already in the first lines the antithesis sounds. A striking contrast between two descriptions of the same phenomenon. On the one hand, the poet exclaims: "A sad time." On the other hand, he calls the weather outside the window the charm of the eyes. He writes about the withering of nature - a word with a negative connotation. But at the same time, he informs the reader about his love for this period. The farewell beauty of the forests dressed in crimson and gold, the devastated fields, beckons the author for a walk. In weather like this, it's impossible to stay indoors.

The lyrical hero is the narrator, behind whom the personality of Alexander Sergeevich himself is drawn. The attentive reader understands that the description is alive. Pushkin, what he sees, he depicts in poetic lines. Nature is spiritualized. Therefore, her image can be considered the second hero of the plot.

The author carefully, politely, very courteously, confidentially communicates with the reader. As if inviting to dialogue. Asks for opinions, apologizes for excessive "prosaism". Thus, the genre of address is used. So the reader better understands the author, his mood, feeling and the idea that the poet wanted to convey.

A measured, melodious, rhythmic reading is achieved with the help of the chosen poetic meter - iambic. The poem is divided into octaves, which are stanzas of eight lines.

Compositionally, the text looks unfinished. Alexander Sergeevich ends with the line: “Where can we go?”. Inviting the reader to think about this question for himself. A small element of natural-philosophical lyrics in the landscape description.
The lines are purposefully devoid of an accurate description of the landscape.

Pushkin, as a true painter in poetry, here acts as an impressionist. A moment is caught, which is about to be replaced by another. But the picture is slightly blurry, it conveys not so much details as emotions.

Thanks to the poem by A.S. Pushkin's "A dull time, eyes charm" we can see autumn through the eyes of a great poet. After reading the text leaves positive emotions, pleasant excitement.

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Why does my dormant mind not enter then?

Derzhavin.

October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.

Now it's my time: I don't like spring;
The thaw is boring to me; stink, dirt - I'm sick in the spring;
The blood is fermenting; feelings, the mind is constrained by melancholy.
In the harsh winter I am more satisfied,
I love her snows; in the presence of the moon
How easy the sleigh run with a friend is fast and free,
When under the sable, warm and fresh,
She shakes your hand, glowing and trembling!

How fun, shod with sharp iron feet,
Glide on the mirror of stagnant, smooth rivers!
And the brilliant anxieties of the winter holidays?..
But you also need to know honor; half a year snow yes snow,
After all, this is finally the inhabitant of the lair,
Bear, get bored. You can't for a century
We ride in a sleigh with the young Armides
Or sour by the stoves behind the double panes.

Oh, red summer! I would love you
If it weren't for the heat, and dust, and mosquitoes, and flies.
You, destroying all spiritual abilities,
you torment us; like fields, we suffer from drought;
Just how to get drunk, but refresh yourself -
There is no other thought in us, and it is a pity for the winter of the old woman,
And, having spent it with pancakes and wine,
We make a wake for her with ice cream and ice.

The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she is dear to me, dear reader,
Silent beauty, shining humbly.
So unloved child in the native family
It draws me to itself. To tell you frankly
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her alone,
There is a lot of good in it; lover is not vain,
I found something in her a wayward dream.

How to explain it? I like her,
Like a consumptive maiden to you
Sometimes I like it. Condemned to death
The poor thing bows without grumbling, without anger.
The smile on the lips of the faded is visible;
She does not hear the yawn of the grave abyss;
Plays on the face even crimson color.
She is still alive today, not tomorrow.

Sad time! oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I again feel love for the habits of being:
Sleep flies in succession, hunger finds in succession;
Easily and joyfully plays in the heart of blood,
Desires boil - I'm happy again, young,
I am full of life again - this is my body
(Allow me to forgive unnecessary prosaism).

Lead me a horse; in the expanse of the open,
Waving his mane, he carries a rider,
And loudly under his shining hoof
The frozen valley rings and the ice cracks.
But the short day goes out, and in the forgotten fireplace
The fire is burning again - then a bright light is pouring,
It smolders slowly - and I read before it
Or I feed long thoughts in my soul.

And I forget the world - and in sweet silence
I am sweetly lulled by my imagination
And poetry awakens in me:
The soul is embarrassed by lyrical excitement,
It trembles and sounds, and searches, as in a dream,
Finally pour out free manifestation -
And then an invisible swarm of guests comes to me,
Old acquaintances, fruits of my dreams.

And the thoughts in my head are worried in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask for a pen, pen for paper,
A minute - and the verses will flow freely.
So the ship slumbers motionless in motionless moisture,
But chu! - the sailors suddenly rush, crawl
Up, down - and the sails puffed out, the winds are full;
The mass has moved and cuts through the waves.

“... A sad time! Eyes charm ... "(excerpt from the novel" Eugene Onegin ")

... Sad time! Oh charm!

Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -

I love the magnificent nature of wilting,

Forests clad in crimson and gold,

In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,

And the heavens are covered with mist,

And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,

And distant gray winter threats.

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1 leader.
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me.
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
In crimson and gold dressed forests ... -
this is how Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin once expressed his admiration for autumn nature. And I wanted to express my feelings in the words of the great poet.
2 leader. And I would like to continue with the words of another famous Russian writer and poet Ivan Alekseevich Bunin:
The forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower.
1 leader. Autumn ... The golden season, striking with the richness of flowers, fruits, a fantastic combination of colors: from bright, conspicuous, to blurry transparent halftones.
2 leader. But it’s true, look around, peer: foliage sparkles with forged gold, multi-colored lanterns of asters and chrysanthemums flash brightly, rowan berries froze on the trees with drops of blood, and the bottomless autumn sky surprises with the abundance and brightness of the stars scattered over it.
1 leader. Sad October holds out its visiting card, where the lines of a brilliant Russian poet are written in colorless fog ink:
October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their bare branches;
The autumn cold has died - the road freezes through.
………………………………………………..
But the pond has already frozen ...
2 leader. Outside the windows now is autumn ... We call it differently: cold, golden, generous, rainy, sad ... But, be that as it may, autumn is a wonderful time of the year, this is the time of harvest, summing up the results of field work, this is the beginning of study in school, this is preparation for a long and cold winter ... And no matter how it is on the street: cold or warm - the native land is always beautiful, attractive, charming! And folk wisdom says: "Autumn is sad, but life is fun." So let this October day sound beautiful, unrestrained cheerful laughter flows like a river, your legs do not know fatigue in, let your fun have no end!
All leading. We open our holiday "Autumn Ball".
1 leader. And now let's take an oath of the participants of the "Autumn Ball".
All. We swear!
2 leader. Have fun from the heart!
All. We swear!
1 leader. Dance until you drop!
All. We swear!
2 leader. Laugh and joke!
All. We swear!
1 leader. Participate and win in all competitions.
All. We swear!
2 leader. Share the joy of victory and prizes with friends.
All. We swear! We swear! We swear!
1 leader. We talked for a long time, but completely forgot that you have to dance at the ball.
They want to present their dances to us ...
2 leader. And now we start the competition.
1 competition - literary. Now the lines of Russian poets will be heard, and you will name their authors.
a) Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous air
Tired forces invigorate,
The ice is fragile on the icy river,
Like melting sugar lies.
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space! -
The leaves have not faded yet,
Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet. (N.A. Nekrasov)

B) Eat in the original autumn
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ... (F.I. Tyutchev)

C) The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She was naked with a sad noise ... (A.S. Pushkin)

D) autumn. All our poor garden crumbles,
Yellowed leaves fly in the wind.
Only in the distance they flaunt, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
Brushes of bright red withering mountain ash ... (A.K. Tolstoy)
1 leader. And now the competition program is interrupted. Let's get a look …
2 leader. Dear guests, please listen to a short announcement. In parallel with our competition program, there is a competition for the title of King and Queen of the "Autumn Ball". Each of you has leaflets with numbers. Each of those present can come up to the basket and write down the number of the one whom he considers a contender for this title.
1 leader. It's time to take a break from dancing. For this we have a game.
2 leader. All of you probably love apples. I hope our members do too.
The game "Who will eat apples faster."
Apples are tied on a rope and the task of the participants is to eat an apple without hands.
1 leader. And now we invite everyone to watch the dance ...
2 leader. And now we invite 2 representatives from the group. Everyone knows how tasty and healthy potatoes are. Very often, we all have to both plant it and clean it. I suggest that the next participant in the game harvest. The game is called "Collect the Potato".
Conditions of the competition: a lot of potatoes are scattered on the floor, and blindfolded participants must quickly harvest the crop in one minute. The winner is the one who collects the most potatoes in a bucket.

1 leader. We remind you that the competition for the title of King and Queen continues.
Hurry up to make your choice of King and Queen. Since the competition program is coming to an end
2 leader. And now the last competition of our ball. Two participants from each group are invited. Competition "Wreath of leaves".
1 leader. In the meantime, the participants are working on wreaths, we offer you a performance ...
2 leader. They say that autumn is sadness, continuous rains, cloudy weather ... Do not believe it, friends! Autumn is beautiful and attractive in its own way. It brings generosity to the soul, warmth from human communication to the heart, brings unique beauty into our lives!
1 leader. It is announced who became the King and Queen of the ball. (They wear wreaths of leaves)
2 leader. Autumn has fully come into its own today, and we will celebrate its arrival. We thank this autumn for bringing us all to the "Autumn Ball". Ahead of winter, spring, summer ... And then autumn again. How many more will be in our life! We hope that the golden lights of the Autumn Ball holiday will be lit for all of us more than once in our school. See you soon!