famous poem“Autumn” (in a different edition “October has already come ...”) is known to everyone in our country. Perhaps not by heart, but a couple of lines are required. Or at least some phrases, especially those that have become winged. Yes, at least this one: sad time! Eye charm! Who else could say that? Of course, Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin! Autumn time - the charm of the eyes ... Look how subtly noticed ... What could inspire a person, even if he is very gifted, to write such a touching work? Just autumn? Or something more?
Family estate
In the autumn of 1833 in Boldino, a village located not far from Nizhny Novgorod, arrives a famous person, author of the most famous works to this day, Russian genius, literary reformer - A. S. Pushkin. Autumn time, eyes charm ... He loves this place, he idolizes the season, giving him not only inspiration, but also physical strength. The property visited famous poet, - generic.
"Autumn"
The work "Autumn" is considered unfinished, consisting of 11 full eight lines and the twelfth begun. In poetry, he describes his worldview during his stay in Boldino. Silence, the opportunity to forget, even to renounce the world, in order to give free rein to thoughts and dreams... Only work - seething, selfless, all-consuming...
This is how the inspired one felt. Autumn time - the charm of the eyes - captured the author, forcing the bright colors of the words to draw every moment of withering surrounding nature. The poet describes the life and way of life of the county estates, his own pastime.
He also talks about his attitude to the seasons, arguing in detail one or another point of view. The author relates enthusiastic words not only to autumn, but also to winter with its amusements and beauties. Pushkin shares his feelings with readers in a simple way.
Autumn time, eyes of charm, so unloved by many, but conquered his heart, makes him feel the need to justify himself to the rest, proving and explaining his enthusiastic attitude, which is so strikingly different from the opinion of most other people.
First visit to Boldino
First time in Nizhny Novgorod region Pushkin got on the eve of his wedding. The author was stuck in Boldino for three months. Gorgeous autumn time- the charm of the eyes, as Pushkin wrote, - inspired him to fruitful work. At that time, from the pen of the Russian classic came a whole series of works that are most famous to this day, including "The Tale of the Priest and His Worker Balda."
Second visit
The next time (in the autumn of 1833) Pushkin goes to the village on purpose, he already perceives it not as a family estate, but as an office for creativity. He hurries there, despite the fact that a beautiful wife is waiting for him in St. Petersburg, and he has not been at home for a very long time. Pushkin stayed in Boldino for only a month and a half, but during this time he gave the world several fairy tales and more than one verse.
Autumn time! Eyes of charm! .. Do you know how beautiful Boldino autumn is? She cannot but conquer with her beauty.
P.S.
In the same period, Pushkin gave life and so famous essay as "History of Pugachev". In Boldino, the author finished work on the work, rewriting it cleanly. There, work began on the cycle "Songs Western Slavs". The writer must not have been exaggerating when he wrote that it was in autumn that he felt a surge of inspiration:
"... And I forget the world - and in the sweet silence
I am sweetly lulled by my imagination,
And poetry awakens in me...
The poem in octaves "Autumn" by A. S. Pushkin was written in the fall in 1833 during the poet's second visit to the village. Boldino, upon returning from the Urals.
Both in prose and in verse, A. S. Pushkin repeatedly wrote that autumn is his favorite time of the year, the time of his inspiration, creative upsurge and literary works.
It was not without reason that the poet was glad of autumn and considered it the time of his heyday: the second autumn of A. S. Pushkin on the Boldino estate, a month and a half long, turned out to be no less fruitful and rich in works than the first, epoch-making, Boldin autumn of 1830.
The most famous excerpt is “A sad time! Charm of the eyes! ”, Which is the VII octave of the poem“ Autumn ”, belongs to landscape lyrics A. S. Pushkin. The lines of the passage are a complete picture, realistically accurately conveying the awakening of poetry in the soul of a poet inspired by his beloved sometimes.
The poetic size of the passage is iambic six-foot; the stanza of the poem is an octave.
Sad time! oh charm!
The work "Autumn", and in particular the excerpt, was not published during the author's lifetime, it was first published by V. A. Zhukovsky in the posthumous collection of works by A. S. Pushkin in 1841.
We bring to your attention the text of the poem in full:
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 - in the spring I'm sick;
The blood is fermenting; feelings, the mind is constrained by melancholy.
In the harsh winter I am more satisfied,
I love her snow; in the presence of the moon
As an easy 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!
BUT winter holidays brilliant worries?
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 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, seeing her off with pancakes and wine,
We make a wake for her with ice cream and ice.
days late autumn usually scold
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
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;
Still purple color plays on the face.
She is still alive today, not tomorrow.
Sad time! oh charm!
I like your farewell beauty —
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their vestibule 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 bright light lies,
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 seeks, as in a dream,
To pour out at last a 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.
Floats. Where are we to swim? . . . .
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Goals:
- Analyze the poem by A. S. Pushkin to see how skillfully the author draws pictures of autumn.
- To get acquainted with new literary techniques that allow the author to convey the fullness of feelings.
Lesson Plan
(The pictures of autumn change on the slides, and (the teacher reads in the recording) A. S. Pushkin’s poem “A dull time! Eyes of charm!” sounds against the background of Tchaikovsky’s music “The Seasons”. See. Appendix 1 , Appendix 2).
– Agree beautiful poem. Only 8 lines, but how many feelings.
Today we will get acquainted with another poem by A. S. Pushkin “A sad time! Eyes charm!”.
- During the lesson we should:
1) Analyze the poem by A. S. Pushkin to see how skillfully the author draws pictures of autumn.
2) Get to know someone new literary device allowing the author to convey the fullness of feelings.
What knowledge should we learn in today's lesson? (Learn to analyze a poem. Get acquainted with a new literary device.)
Let's open the textbook on p. 70th, we will read the poem and take a closer look at the lyrical images created by the author.
(Student reads.)
- Let's find out again what the main task is lyrical work? (The main task of a lyrical work is to convey feelings).
What feelings does the author convey? (Feelings of admiration, feelings of sadness, because autumn is leaving).
- Read the lines where the author expresses his feelings, that is, what he loves. (The student reads the entire poem.)
So we had to read the whole poem. He expressed his feelings in one word LOVE.
And then follows an enumeration with a repeating union And, wind noise, and fresh breath, and heaven, and a ray of sun, and the first frosts, and threats of winter. Accordingly, you need to choose the correct intonation of the enumeration homogeneous members suggestions. The whole sentence (homogeneous members are given separated by commas) should be read in one breath.
- Read one sentence by yourself, consisting of six lines with the intonation of enumeration. (read to themselves)
“Now let’s read it aloud.”
(2-3 students read.)
- Guys, now everyone will read the poem to himself again and while reading, pay attention to what the author loves most in autumn?
(Read to themselves.)
So, what does the poet love? (Magnificent nature's wilting.)
- What do you understand by these words? (Children's answers.)
- Withering - the word itself is associated with something ugly, sluggish. But by combining this word with the word magnificent, the author gets a completely different image.
- What does magnificent mean? (Beautiful, bright, solemn.)
- The author, in fact, explains himself what lush withering is. Find and read these lines.
(Student reads lines 4-8)
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.
- Can this wilting be called magnificent? (Yes, you can.)
- In crimson and gold-clad forests.
Have you come across an unfamiliar word or a word that we rarely use? (Scarlet.)
(The word BAGRETs appears on the slide).
- You have been offered a dictionary entry from the explanatory dictionary of the Russian language by Dmitry Nikolaevich Ushakov.
Crimson -
one). Red paint of a dark shade, crimson.
2). Precious crimson fabric, purple.
- The word crimson has two meanings. What is the meaning of A.S. Pushkin for his poem? (The first meaning is red paint of a dark shade, crimson.)
- Also, what obsolete word did you find in the poem? (Eyes.)
- Eyes, eye - eye. This is another obsolete word used in poetic speech.
- What do they give obsolete words to this work? (They give mystery, fabulousness, solemnity - eyes charm.)
Let's read the first line of the poem.
Sad time! Oh charm!
- Let's look at the paintings of Russian artists, who, like Pushkin, admire autumn. Look, on the 71st page you are given reproductions of paintings by such artists as Vasily Polenov and Isaac Levitan.
- Why does A. S. Pushkin call autumn a dull time? (Because this is the time of nature's withering, the leaves fall, the trees stand bare, the colors fade, there is more gray.)
– And why is it all the same time to charm the eyes? (Because this wilting is very bright. A play of colors. Nature has decorated everything with a colored carpet.)
– And we, like Pushkin, like artists, like to look at these paintings that change every day.
- Have you noticed how quickly the leaves on the trees outside our window turned yellow - here it is a farewell beauty. A few more days and we will no longer see such a riot of colors.
– farewell beauty. Here is another phrase.
- What interesting things did you notice? (Words don't match.)
These phrases contain a contradiction, but this is not just a play on words, this is a literary device called OXYMORON, that is, a combination of the incompatible.
Physical education minute
(Performed to music.)
Now imagine a single falling leaf. Let's get up and show first with the left hand how he falls (wave of the hand), and then with the right hand ( hand wave).
– Let's turn to the scheme of universal symbols and follow the movement of the sheet with our eyes.
- Go to your seats and change places.
- We read the poem again to ourselves and imagine the picture that the author creates.
(Students read to themselves)
- Let's imagine a figurative series expressed by nouns. Name them. (Forests, wind noise, skies, sunshine, frost, winter threats).
- So, forests, wind noise, heaven, a ray of sun, frost, winter threats.
(The student reads, and slides flash on the screen).
Physical education minute
(Another way to remember a poem is to read it using facial expressions and gestures).
Sad time! Oh charm! (right hand to chest)
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - (waving hand - imitating "goodbye")
I love the magnificent nature of wilting, (spread arms out to sides, arm down)
Forests clad in crimson and gold, (hands up)
There is noise in their vestibule (swaying) and fresh breath, (inhale)
And the heavens are covered with mist, (facial expressions, eyes, eyebrows brought together)
And a rare ray of sunshine (smile, pull eyebrows) and the first frosts,
And distant hoary winter threats (hand up, fist with raised index finger).
- Well, now, after such a reading of the poem, there are probably those who want to read this poem by heart, using the proposed scheme (the scheme does not flash, but is all on the screen).
Homework:
- Learn by heart a poem by A.S. Pushkin on p.70;
- Cut out autumn leaf and on it:
1st option - write a famous poem by A. S. Pushkin, that is, pick up another poem;
Option 2 - write a poem about autumn yourself.
Lesson summary
- A test will serve as the result of the lesson today. Take a sheet on which you will record the answers of the test. You put the number of the question and the letter of the answer.
1. What works are called lyrical?
a) expressing various thoughts and feelings;
b) intended for staging on stage;
c) based on fiction.
2. What is the main idea of this lyrical work?
a) the joy of the onset of autumn;
b) the sadness of autumn withering;
c) longing for the coming winter.
3. What is the main technique used by the author in building a poem.
a) presence complex sentences;
b) presence a large number verbs;
c) the presence of homogeneous members of the sentence and the repeated union I.
4. What is an oxymoron?
a) a technique that consists in replacing one word or concept with another;
b) artistic technique; combination of opposites contradictory to a friend by the meaning of words in one work of art;
c) the main question posed in the literary work.
- What are the obsolete words used by the author in the poem.
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- Submit your answers, they will be graded, but so that you can already evaluate yourself, we will check the test now (check on slides).
Reflection
- pick up the leaf Green colour if you rate your work in the lesson highly;
- pick up the leaf yellow color if you worked well in the lesson;
- and a sheet of red, if you think you worked hard enough and could do better.
- Thank you for your work in class.
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 ... -
once expressed his admiration autumn nature Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. 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:
Forest, like 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… Golden time year, striking in 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, colorful 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 stretches its business 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
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 field work, this is the beginning of school, this is preparation for a long and cold winter... And no matter how it was outside: cold or warm - motherland 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 strength invigorates,
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 marvelous time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ... (F.I. Tyutchev)
B) the sky autumn breathed,
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,
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 competitive program is interrupted. Let's see …
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 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. She brings generosity to the soul, warmth to the heart from human communication brings 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!
Everything is so, but is this a reason not to love autumn - after all, it has a special charm. It is not for nothing that Russian poets, from Pushkin to Pasternak, so often wrote about autumn, singing about the beauty of golden foliage, the romance of rainy, foggy weather, and the invigorating power of cool air. AiF.ru has collected the best poems about autumn.
Alexander Pushkin
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).
State Museum-Reserve of A. S. Pushkin "Mikhailovskoe". Pskov region. Photo: www.russianlook.com
Nikolai Nekrasov
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
The ice is fragile on the icy river
As if 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.
Glorious autumn! frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Russia ...
I quickly fly along cast-iron rails,
I think my mind...
Photo: Shutterstock.com / S.Borisov
Konstantin Balmont
And again autumn with a spell of rusty leaves,
Ruddy, scarlet, yellow, gold,
The mute blue of the lakes, their thick waters,
An agile whistle and a flight of tits in the oak forests.
Camel piles of majestic clouds,
The faded azure of cast skies,
The whole circle, the dimension of the features are cool,
Ascended vault, at night in star glory.
Who is a dream emerald blue
drunk in summer hour, yearns at night.
All the past stands before him with his own eyes.
In the stream of the Milky, the surf beats quietly.
And I freeze, crouching to the center,
Through the mist of separation, my love, with you.
Fedor Tyutchev
Is in the lordship of autumn evenings
A touching, mysterious charm:
The ominous brilliance and variegation of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Foggy and quiet azure
Over the sad orphan land,
And, like a premonition of descending storms,
A gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and on everything
That gentle smile of fading,
What in a rational being do we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering.
Athanasius Fet
When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,
We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.
Sergey Yesenin
Quiet in the thicket of juniper along the cliff.
Autumn, a red mare, scratches her manes.
Above the river bank
The blue clang of her horseshoes is heard.
Schemnik-wind with a cautious step
Crumples foliage over road ledges
And kisses on the rowan bush
Red ulcers to the invisible Christ.
Painting " gold autumn". Ilya Ostroukhov, 1886-1887 Oil on canvas. Photo: www.russianlook.com
Ivan Bunin
The autumn wind rises in the forests,
It goes noisily through the thickets,
Dead leaves pluck and fun
In a frenzied dance carries.
Just freeze, fall down and listen,
Waving again, and after him
The forest will buzz, tremble - and pour
Leaves rain golden.
It blows in winter, frosty blizzards,
Clouds float in the sky...
Let all the dead, the weak perish
And return to dust!
Winter blizzards are the forerunners of spring,
Winter blizzards must
Bury under cold snow
Dead by the coming of spring.
In the dark autumn the earth takes cover
Yellow foliage, and under it
Dormant shoots and vegetation vegetation,
Juice of life-giving roots.
Life is born in mysterious darkness.
Joy and death
Serve the imperishable and unchanging -
Eternal beauty of Being!
Painting «On the veranda. Autumn". Stanislav Zhukovsky. 1911 Photo: www.russianlook.com
Boris Pasternak
Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.
© Camille Pissarro, Boulevard Montmartre
© John Constable, "Autumn Sunset"
© Edward Kukuel, « autumn sun»
© Guy Dessar, “ Autumn motives»
© Wassily Kandinsky, "Autumn in Bavaria"
© James Tissot, October
© Isaac Levitan, "Autumn Day"
© Isaac Levitan, "Golden Autumn"
© Francesco Bassano, "Autumn"
© Vincent van Gogh, Falling Leaves
