I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
as if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the uproar of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully to the thunders.
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.
Analysis of the poem "Spring Thunderstorm" by Tyutchev
Tyutchev is rightfully considered one of the best Russian poets who sang nature in his works. His lyric poems amazing melody. Romantic admiration for the beauty of nature, the ability to notice the most insignificant details - these are the main qualities landscape lyrics Tyutchev.
The work was created in 1828 abroad, but in the mid-50s. has undergone significant revision.
The poem "Spring Thunderstorm" - an enthusiastic monologue lyrical hero. This is a sample artistic description natural phenomenon. For many poets, spring is the most happy time of the year. It is associated with the revival of new hopes, the awakening creative forces. In a general sense, a thunderstorm dangerous phenomenon associated with the fear of being struck by lightning. But many people are waiting for the first spring thunderstorm, which is associated final victory over winter. Tyutchev was able to perfectly describe this long-awaited event. The formidable natural element appears to the reader as a cheerful and joyful phenomenon, carrying the renewal of nature.
Spring rain washes away more than just the dirt left over from a harsh winter. He cleanses human souls from all negative emotions. Probably, everyone in childhood tried to get under the first rain.
The first thunderstorm is accompanied by "spring ... thunder", reverberating in the mind of the lyrical hero with beautiful music. The murmur of streams and the singing of birds are added to the sounding natural symphony. All vegetation and animal world triumph at these sounds. A person also cannot remain indifferent. His soul merges with nature in a single world harmony.
The size of the verse is iambic tetrameter with cross rhyme. Tyutchev uses a variety of means of expression. Epithets express bright and joyful feelings ("first", "blue", "agile"). Verbs and participles enhance the dynamics of what is happening and are often personifications (“frolicking and playing”, “a stream runs”). The poem as a whole is characterized a large number of verbs of movement or action.
At the end, the poet turns to ancient Greek mythology. This emphasizes the romantic orientation of Tyutchev's work. The use of the epithet "high" style ("boiling") becomes the final solemn chord in a natural piece of music.
The poem "Spring Thunderstorm" has become a classic, and its first line "I love a thunderstorm at the beginning of May" is often used as a catch phrase.
You can very easily draw in your imagination a picture of a rainy May day if you read the verse “Spring Thunderstorm” by Tyutchev Fedor Ivanovich. The poet wrote this work in 1828, when he was in Germany, and then, in 1854, corrected it. The main attention in the poem is paid to a common natural phenomenon - a thunderstorm, but the author managed to reproduce all its details so accurately and expressively that this poem is still admired by readers.
Spring was the poet's favorite season. She symbolized for him the beginning of a new life, the awakening of nature. Comparing each season with a period human life, Tyutchev perceived spring as youth. He describes natural phenomena using human features. Tyutchev's thunder frolics and plays like a child, he calls his peals young, and the thundercloud laughs, spilling water on the ground. Spring thunder is like young man who takes the first steps in adulthood independent living. He is also cheerful and carefree, and his life flies like a stormy stream, knowing no barriers. In spite of fun mood, there is a slight sadness in the poem. The poet seems to regret those times when he himself was young and carefree.
The last quatrain of the poem refers the reader to ancient Greek mythology. The poet draws an invisible line connecting common occurrence nature with a divine beginning. From the point of view of philosophy, Tyutchev emphasizes that everything repeats itself in this world, and as the spring thunder rumbled hundreds of years ago, it will rumble in the same way hundreds of years after us. To conduct a literature lesson in the classroom, you can download here the text of Tyutchev's poem "Spring Thunderstorm" in full. You can also learn this work by heart online.
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
as if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully to the thunders.
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.
spring thunderstorm
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
Thundering peals of the young!
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies ...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads...
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes merrily thunders...
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, spilled on the ground!
I love May's first storms:
chuckling sporting spring
grumbles in mock anger;
young thunderclaps,
a spatter of rain and flying dust
and wet pearls hanging
threaded by sun-gold;
a speedy current scampers from the hills.
Such a commotion in the wood s!
Noises cartwheel down the mountains.
Every sound is echoed round the sky.
You "d think capricious Hebe,
feeding the eagle of Zeus,
had raised a thunder-foaming goblet,
unable to restrain her mirth,
and tipped it on the earth.
I love a thunder - storm at the beginning of May,
when spring's first thunder,
as though play, in a frolic,
rumbles in the blue sky.
The young peals of thunder rattle.
Now it's drizzling
dust is flying, pearls are hanging,
and the sun is gilding the threads.
A swift torrent rushes down the hill,
The birds' clamour in the wood does not cease;
The clamor in the woods and the noise on the hillside
All gaily echo the thunder - claps.
You will say inconstant Hebe,
while feeding Zeus's eagle,
laughing, emptied a cup seething with thunder
from heaven to the earth
I love a thunderstorm in May
When here the first spring's early thunder,
As though a joyful part of play
Roars in the blue sky in his grandeur.
Being strong and young, it's thundering
Look, rain has started, dust is flying,
The rainy pearls have hung as strings,
The sun is gilding threads by smiling.
A stream runs quickly down the hill,
The birds of wood don't cease songs' wonders,
And whistle from wood and sound of rill
Both gaily echo to the thunders...
It's carefree Hebe, you may say,
When feeding Zeus's noble eagle,
Below her on the earth's huge tray
Has spilled a cup, it makes her giggle.
Wie lieb" ich dich, o Maigewitter,
Wenn durch den blauen Wolkenspalt
Wie scherzend unter Blitzgezitter
Der erste Lenzesdonner hallt!
Das ist ein Rollen, Knattern, Splittern!
Nun spritz der Regen, Staub fliegt auf;
Der Graser Regenperlen zittern
Und goldig flirrt die Sonne drauf.
Vom Berge schnellt der Bach hernieder,
Es singt der grünbelaubte Hain,
und Bachsturz, Hainlaub, Vogellieder,
Sie stimmen in den Donner ein...
Hat Hebe in dem Gottersaale,
Nachdem sie Jovis Aar getränkt,
Die donnerschäumend volle Schale
Mutwillig erdenwarts gesenkt?
Lubię w początku maja burzę,
Kiedy wioseny pierwszy grom,
Jakby swawoląc po lazurze,
Grzechoce w niebie huczną grą.
Odgromy mlode grzmią rozgłośnie.
Już deszczyk prysnął, kurz się wzbił,
Zawisly perly dżdżu radośnie
I słońce złoci rośny pył.
Z pagorka potok wartki bieży,
Ptaszęcy zgiełk w dąbrowie wre,
I leśny zgiełk, i poszum świeży
Wesoło wtorzą gromow grze.
I rzekłbyś, że to płocha Heba,
Dzeusowe orlę karmiąc, w ślad
Piorunopienną czarę z nieba
Wylała, śmiejąc się, na świat!
Oluju volim ranog svibnja,
proljetni kada prvi grom
k "o da urezuje se, igra,
Na nebu tutnji plavetnom.
Gromovi grme, tutnje mladi,
Prah leti, kisa lije, gle,
Sunasce niti svoje zlati,
I visi kišno biserje.
Sa gore hita potok brzi,
U šumi ne mre ptica pjev,
I graja šume, zvuci brdski -
Veselo groma prate sijev.
Zeusu orla pojila,
pa gromobujni pehar's neba,
Smijuć se, zemljom prolila.
Oluju volim ranog svibnja,
Proljetni kada prvi grom
Kao da zabavlja se, game,
Na nebu tutnji plavetnom.
Gromovi tutnje, grme mladi,
Prah leti, kisa lije se,
Sunasce svoje niti zlati,
I visi kišno biserje.
S planine hita potok brzi,
U šumi ne mre ptica pjev,
I žamor šume, zvuci brdski -
Veselo groma prate sijev.
Ti reć" ćes: vrckava to Heba,
Zeusu orla pojila,
Munjonosni je pehar s neba
Smijuć se, zemljom prolila.
(Rafaela Sejic)
I love the clear bulk,
on a black May day,
no walks, no fun,
thunder in the sky.
The grumbling of the roar of the young,
eight rainy pyrsnuў, ardor chicken,
in the sky pearls of dazhdzhava,
and the sun is a thread of silver.
From the mountains byazhyts brook vyasyoli,
do not zatsikhae hamana,
and the gray is clear, and I will make noise down the valley -
all turue perunam.
You say: Hebe's wind race
z smile, helmsmen arla,
thunderous kubak from the sky
the edge of the land was sent to the dale.
五月初的雷是可爱的：
那春季的第一声轰隆
好象一群孩子在嬉戏，
闹声滚过碧蓝的天空。
青春的雷一联串响过，
阵雨打下来，飞起灰尘，
雨点象珍珠似的悬着，
阳光把雨丝镀成了黄金。
从山间奔下湍急的小溪，
林中的小鸟叫个不停，
山林的喧哗都欢乐地
回荡着天空的隆隆雷声。
你以为这是轻浮的赫巴①
一面喂雷神的苍鹰，
一面笑着自天空洒下
满杯的沸腾的雷霆。
一八二八年
查良铮 译
The author gave the name “Spring Thunderstorm” to his verse, but readers like to identify it precisely by the first line. No wonder. It is with rains, thunderstorms, floods that the time of the year, which is associated with rebirth, comes.
Tyutchev very subtly felt all the changes in nature, her mood, and could describe it in an interesting way. The poet loved spring, he devoted many of his lyrical poetic creations to this particular topic. Spring for the poet-philosopher symbolizes youth and youth, beauty and charm, renewal and freshness. Therefore, his poem "Spring Thunderstorm" is a work that shows that hope and love can be reborn with a new, unknown force, with a force capable of more than just renewal.
A little about the poet
It is known that the poet-philosopher was born in November 1803 in Ovstug, where he spent his childhood. But all the youth of the popular poet was spent in the capital. At first, he received only home education, and after that he successfully passed the exams at the capital's institute, where he studied well, and then graduated with a PhD in verbal sciences. Then, in his younger years, Fyodor Tyutchev began to get involved in literature, and began to make his first experiments in writing.
interest in poetry and literary life captivated the diplomat for life. Despite the fact that Tyutchev lived far beyond the borders of his homeland for a long 22 years, he wrote poetry only in Russian. Fedor Ivanovich long time occupied one of the official positions in diplomatic mission, which at that time was in Munich. But this did not prevent the lyrics from describing Russian nature in their poetic works. And when the reader delves into each such Tyutchev poem, he understands that it was written by a person who, with all his soul and heart, is always only with his homeland, despite the kilometers.
Throughout his life, the poet wrote about four hundred poetic works. He was not only a diplomat and a poet. Fedor Ivanovich made translations of works by poets and writers from Germany absolutely free of charge. Any of his works, whether his own or translated, each time struck with harmony and integrity. Each time, with his works, the author argued that a person should always remember that he is also part of nature.
The history of writing Tyutchev's poem "I love a thunderstorm in early May ..."
Tyutchev's poem "I love a thunderstorm in early May ..." has several options. So, his first version was written by the poet in 1828, when he lived in Germany. Russian nature was constantly before my eyes the finest lyricist, so he could not write about her.
And when spring began in Germany, according to the author himself, not much different from spring in his native places, he began to compare the climate and weather, and all this resulted in poetry. The lyricist recalled the sweetest details: the murmur of a stream, which was attractive for a person who was far from his native side, heavy torrential rain, after which puddles formed on the roads, and, of course, a rainbow after the rain that appeared with the first rays of the sun. Rainbow as a symbol of rebirth and victory.
When the lyric poet was first written spring poem“I love a thunderstorm at the beginning of May ...”, then already this year it was published in a small magazine “Galatea”. But something confused the poet, and therefore he returns to him again after twenty-six years. He slightly changes the first poetic stanza, and also adds the second stanza. Therefore, in our time, it is the second edition of Tyutchev's poem that is popular.
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
as if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
The young peals are thundering,
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully to the thunders.
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.
The plot of Tyutchev's poem "I love a thunderstorm in early May ..."
The author chooses a thunderstorm, which often occurs in spring, as the main theme of his poem. For the lyricist, it is associated with a certain movement forward, the transformation of life, its changes, the birth of a new and long-awaited, new and unexpected thoughts and views. Now there is no room for stagnation and decay.
The poet-philosopher does not go only to the world of nature, since this unusual and beautiful world always interconnected with man, they cannot exist without each other. Tyutchev finds in these two worlds - human and nature - a lot general provisions. Spring for the poet is a flight of feelings, emotions, and indeed the whole general mood of a person. These feelings are quivering and incredibly beautiful, because for the author, spring is youth and strength, it is youth and a necessary renewal. This is openly declared by the poet, who shows how sweetly the birds sing, how wonderfully the thunder rumbles, how magnificently the downpour makes a noise. In the same way, a person grows up who, growing up, enters into adulthood and openly and boldly declares itself.
That is why Tyutchev's images are so bright and saturated:
➥ Water.
➥ Sky.
➥ Sun.
They are necessary for the poet in order to more fully show the idea of \u200b\u200bthe unity of a person with the outside world. All natural phenomena are shown by Fedor Ivanovich as if they were people. The lyricist ascribes to them traits that are usually inherent only to people. This is how the unity of man, who is the divine principle, with the world of nature manifests itself in a talented and original lyricist. So, the author in his works compares thunder with a baby who plays briskly and makes noise. The cloud also has fun and laughs, especially when it spills water and from this it's raining.Tyutchev's poem is also interesting in that it is a kind of monologue of the protagonist, the composition of which consists of four stanzas. The story begins with the fact that a spring thunderstorm is easily and naturally described, and only then is given detailed description all major events. The author at the end of his monologue also refers to mythology Ancient Greece, which allows him to unite nature and man, showing that in nature and in human life there is a life cycle.
Artistic and expressive means of Tyutchev's poem
In his a simple poem the poet uses iambic tetrameter and pyrrhic, which convey all the melodiousness. The lyricist takes a cross rhyme, which helps to give expressiveness to the whole work. Men's and feminine rhyme in Tyutchev's poem they alternate. In order to more fully reveal the created poetic image, the author uses a variety of artistic means speech.
The lyricist uses alliteration for the melodic and sonorous structure of his work, since he often has “r” and “r” sound. In addition, it is also used huge amount sonorous consonants. It is also noteworthy that the poet resorts to gerunds and personal verbs, which help show the movement and how it gradually develops. The author manages to achieve what is in front of the reader going fast a change of shots, where the thunderstorm presents in its most diverse manifestations. All this is achieved by the skillful use of metaphors, epithets, inversion and personification.
All this gives expressiveness and brightness to the entire Tyutchev work.
Analysis of Tyutchev's poem "I love a thunderstorm in early May ..."
It is best to consider Tyutchev's poem from a philosophical point of view. The author tried to accurately draw one of the moments of life, which are countless in the life of nature and man. Lyric made him cheerful, but very cheerful and full of energy.
The poet shows only one spring day in May, when there is a downpour and a thunderstorm rumbles. But this is only a superficial perception of Tyutchev's work. Indeed, in it the lyricist showed the whole emotional palette and sensuality of what is happening in nature. Thunderstorm is not just a natural phenomenon, but also the state of a person who strives for freedom, tries to rush to live, strives forward, where new and unexplored horizons open up for him. If it rains, it cleanses the earth, awakens it from hibernation and renews it. Not everything in life goes away forever, much returns, such as the May thunderstorm, the sound of rain and water streams, which will always appear in the spring.
Some young people will now be replaced by others, just as brave and open. They still do not know the bitterness of suffering and disappointment and dream of conquering the whole world. This inner freedom very similar to a thunderstorm.
The sensual world of Tyutchev's poem
This work contains a huge sensual and emotional world. The author's thunder is like a young man who, straightening his shoulders, hurries to freedom. More recently, he was dependent on his parents, and now new life and new feelings carry him into a completely different world. A water stream quickly runs down from the mountain, and the poet-philosopher compares it with young people who already understand what awaits them in life, their goal is high, and they strive for it. Now stubbornly they will always go to her.
But once youth will pass, and the time will come for memories, reflection, rethinking. The author is already at the age when he regrets some of the actions of his youth, but for him this time, free and bright, emotionally saturated, always remains the best. Tyutchev's poem is a small work that has deep meaning and emotional richness.
In the history of the familiar poem, it turns out, there are little-known pages.
spring thunderstorm
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
The peals of the young are thundering...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully to the thunders.
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.
Fedor Tyutchev
Spring 1828
These lines, and especially the first stanza, are synonymous with Russian poetic classics. In the spring we just echo these lines.
I love a thunderstorm ... - Mom will say thoughtfully.
In the beginning of May! - the son will cheerfully respond.
The kid still, perhaps, has not read Tyutchev, and the lines about the thunderstorm are already mysteriously living in him.
And it is strange to learn that "Spring Thunderstorm" took on the textbook form familiar to us from childhood only a quarter of a century after it was written, in the 1854 edition.
And when first published in the magazine "Galatea" in 1829, the poem looked different. There was no second stanza at all, and the well-known first looked like this:
I love the storm in early May:
How fun spring thunder
From edge to edge
Rumbles in the blue sky!
It was in this version that "Spring Thunderstorm", written by 25-year-old Tyutchev, was familiar to A.S. Pushkin. I don’t dare to guess what Alexander Sergeyevich would say, comparing the two editions of the first stanza, but the early one is closer to me.
Yes, mastery is obvious in the later version, but in the early one - what immediacy of feeling! There, not only a thunderstorm is heard; there, behind the clouds, the rainbow is already guessed - "from edge to other edge." And if you scroll through Tyutchev's volume a couple of pages ahead, then here it is and the rainbow - in the poem "Calmness", which begins with the words "The storm has passed ..." and written, perhaps, in the same 1828:
... And the rainbow is the end of its arc
Rested against the green peaks.
In the early version of "Spring Storm" the first stanza flew so high and said so much in it that the subsequent stanzas seem to be "trailed", optional. And it is obvious that the last two stanzas were written when the storm had long gone beyond the horizon, and the first enthusiastic feeling from contemplating the elements had faded.
In the edition of 1854, this unevenness is smoothed out by the second stanza that suddenly appeared.
The peals of the young are thundering...
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
The stanza is brilliant in its own way, but only the first and last lines remain of the first. Gone was the enthusiastically half-childish "how merry ...", the "edges" of the earth, between which thunder was walking, disappeared. In their place came an ordinary line for a romantic poet: "As if frolicking and playing ..." Tyutchev compares thunder with a naughty child, there is nothing to complain about, but: oh, it's "as if"! If Fyodor Ivanovich and Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev, who collected his book in 1854, knew how we would get tired of this verbal virus in the 21st century (as philologists call the ill-fated “as if”), they would not have been zealous in editing the first stanza.
But you never know what to expect from your descendants.
