Poems about autumn - the best poems about autumn. A dull time, eyes charm ... Autumn is beautiful to me your farewell beauty
Autumn - "A dull time ...", the favorite season of poets, philosophers, romantics and melancholics. Poems about autumn will “swirl” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “dazzle” with epithets-leaves ... Feel the breath of autumn in autumn poems for children and adults.
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Autumn poems for children, poems by Pushkin, Yesenin, Bunin about autumn
Poems about autumn: A. S. 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.
AUTUMN
(excerpt)
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.
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
Poems about autumn:
Agniya Barto
JOKE ABOUT SHUROCHKA
leaf fall, leaf fall,
All the link rushed to the garden,
Shura came running.
Leaves (hear?) rustle:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
A shower of leaves lacy
Rustles about her alone:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Three leaves swept,
Approached the teacher
- Things are going well!
(I'm working, mind you, they say,
Praise Shurochka,
Shurochka, Shurochka ...)
How the link works
Shura doesn't care
Just to point out
Whether in the classroom, in the newspaper,
Shurochka, Shurochka...
leaf fall, leaf fall,
The garden is buried in leaves,
Leaves rustle sadly
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Poems about autumn:
Alexey Pleshcheev
Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!
AUTUMN SONG
The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
AUTUMN
Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.
Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..
Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
Poems about autumn:
Ivan Bunin
LEAF FALL
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 ...
Dry stalks of corn in the fields,
Wheel tracks and faded haulm.
In the cold sea - pale jellyfish
And red underwater grass.
Fields and autumn. Sea and naked
Rock breaks. Here is the night and here we go
To the dark shore At sea - lethargy
In all its great mystery.
"Do you see water?" - “I see only mercury
Foggy brilliance ... "No sky, no earth.
Only a star shine hangs under us - in a muddy
Bottomless phosphorus dust.
Poems about autumn:
Boris Pasternak
GOLD AUTUMN
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.
Birch face - 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.
Poems about autumn:
Nikolai Nekrasov
UNCOMPRESSED STRIP
Late fall. The rooks flew away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
Only one strip is not compressed ...
She makes a sad thought.
It seems that the ears whisper to each other:
We are bored listening to the autumn blizzard,
It's boring to bend down to the ground,
Fat grains bathed in dust!
We are being ruined by villages every night
Every flying gluttonous bird,
The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us ...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting for?
Or are we born worse than others?
Or unfriendly blossomed-eared?
No! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
Grain has been poured and ripened in us.
Not for the same he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will dispel us? .. "
The wind brings them a sad answer:
“Your plowman has no urine.
He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, he started the work beyond his strength.
Poor poor fellow - does not eat or drink,
The worm sucks his sick heart,
The hands that brought these furrows,
They dried up to a chip, hung like whips.
Like on a plow, leaning on your hand,
The plowman thoughtfully walked in a lane.
Poems about autumn:
Agniya Barto
We didn't see the beetle
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive, he's still alive
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...
And I call my mother for help:
-There's a live beetle!
Let's open the frame!
Poems about autumn:
V. Stepanov
SPARROW
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.
Poems about autumn:
Konstantin Balmont
AUTUMN
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.
The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.
Poems about autumn:
Apollo Maykov
AUTUMN
Covers a golden leaf
Wet ground in the forest...
I boldly trample with my foot
Spring forest beauty.
Cheeks burn with cold;
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack
Rake the leaves with your feet!
I have no former pleasures here!
The forest has taken a secret from itself:
The last nut is plucked
Tied the last flower;
Moss is not raised, not blown up
A pile of curly mushrooms;
Doesn't hang around the stump
Purple lingonberry brushes;
Long on the leaves, lies
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks cold somehow
Clear skies...
Leaves rustle under foot;
Death spreads its harvest...
Only I have a cheerful soul
And like crazy, I sing!
I know, not without reason among the mosses
I tore an early snowdrop;
Down to autumn colors
Every flower I have met.
What the soul told them
What did they say to her?
I remember, breathing happiness,
In winter nights and days!
Leaves rustle underfoot...
Death spreads its harvest!
Only I am cheerful in soul -
And like crazy, I sing!
Autumn leaves are circling in the wind
Autumn leaves cry out in alarm:
“Everything is dying, everything is dying! You are black and naked
O our dear forest, your end has come!
The royal forest does not hear the alarm.
Under the dark azure of harsh skies
He was swaddled by mighty dreams,
And the strength for a new spring ripens in it.
Poems about autumn:
Nikolai Ogarev
IN AUTUMN
How good were sometimes spring bliss -
And the soft freshness of green grasses,
And leaves fragrant young shoots
On the branches of the quivering awakened oak forests,
And the day is a luxurious and warm radiance,
And bright colors gentle fusion!
But you are closer to the heart, autumn tides,
When a tired forest on the soil of a compressed field
With a whisper, it blows away the old sheets,
And the sun later from the desert height,
The despondency of the bright is fulfilled, looks ...
So peaceful memory silently illuminates
And past happiness and past dreams.
Poems about autumn:
Alexander Tvardovsky
NOVEMBER
The tree became more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidy and empty.
And naked as a panicle
Clogged with mud by the countryside,
Blown with hoar frost,
Trembling, whistling vine bush.
Between thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable,
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.
Poems about autumn:
Athanasius Fet
IN AUTUMN
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.
Poems about autumn:
Fedor Tyutchev
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…
Poems about autumn:
Sergey Yesenin
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ...
Children's poems about autumn
E. Trutneva
In the morning we go to the yard -
Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly... fly... fly...
Gossamer webs fly
With spiders in the middle
And high from the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everything flies! It must be
Our summer is flying by.
A. Berlova
NOVEMBER
Hands get cold in November
Cold, wind in the yard,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.
SEPTEMBER
Autumn got the colors
She needs a lot of coloring.
Leaves are yellow and red
Gray - the sky and puddles.
OCTOBER
It's been raining since morning
It pours as if from a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas unfurl.
****
M. Isakovsky
AUTUMN
Zhito harvested, mowed hay,
The suffering and the heat have departed.
Drowning in foliage knee-deep,
Again, autumn stands at the yard.
Golden bales of straw
On currents on collective farms lie.
And guys dear friend
They rush to school.
****
A. Balonsky
IN THE FOREST
Leaves swirl over the path.
The forest is transparent and crimson ...
It's good to roam with a basket
Along the edges and glades!
We go and under our feet
A rustle of gold is heard.
Smells like wet mushrooms
Smells like forest freshness.
And behind the foggy haze
A river glitters in the distance.
Spread on the glades
Autumn yellow silks.
Through the needles a cheerful beam
I penetrated into the thicket of the spruce forest.
Good for wet trees
Remove the elastic boletus!
On the mounds of handsome maples
Scarlet burst into flames ...
How many saffron milk caps
We'll collect in a day in the grove!
Autumn walks through the forests.
There is no better time than this...
And in baskets we carry away
Forests are generous gifts.
Y. Kasparova
NOVEMBER
In November forest animals
They close the doors in the burrows.
Brown bear until spring
Will sleep and dream.
SEPTEMBER
Birds flew in the sky.
Why are they not at home?
September asks them: "In the south
Hide you from the winter blizzard.
OCTOBER
October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like in a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?
I. Tokmakova
SEPTEMBER
Summer is ending
Summer ends!
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.
Y. Kasparova
AUTUMN LEAVES
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are spinning
And they lie like a bright carpet under my feet.
Like they're terribly busy
Green, red and gold...
maple leaves, oak leaves,
Purple, scarlet, even burgundy ...
I throw leaves up at random -
I, too, can arrange a leaf fall!
AUTUMN MORNING
The yellow maple looks out into the lake,
Waking up at dawn.
During the night the ground froze
All hazel in silver.
The belated ginger is squirming,
A broken branch is pressed.
On his chilled skin
Drops of light tremble.
Silence frightening disturbing
In a sensitively dormant forest
Moose roam cautious,
They gnaw at the bitter bark.
****
M. Sadovsky
AUTUMN
Birch braids untwisted,
The maples clapped their hands,
The cold winds have come
And the poplars flooded.
Willows drooped by the pond,
Aspens trembled
Oaks, always huge,
It's like they've gotten smaller.
Everything calmed down. Shrunk.
drooped. Turned yellow.
Only the Christmas tree is pretty
Better for winter
****
O. Vysotskaya
AUTUMN
autumn days,
There are large puddles in the garden.
The last leaves
The cold wind is spinning.
There are yellow leaves,
The leaves are red.
Let's put it in a bag
We are different leaves!
It will be beautiful in the room
Mom will say "thank you" to us!
****
Z. Alexandrova
TO SCHOOL
Yellow leaves are flying
The day is merry.
Leading a kindergarten
Kids to school.
Our flowers have bloomed
The birds are flying.
You are going for the first time
Study in first grade.
sad dolls sit
On an empty terrace.
Our fun kindergarten
Remember in class.
Remember the garden
A river in the far field.
We are also in a year
We will be with you at school.
“... A sad time! Eyes charm ... "(excerpt from the novel" Eugene Onegin ")
... Sad time! Oh charm!
And distant gray winter threats.
From the book Commentary on the novel "Eugene Onegin" author Nabokov Vladimir
From the book History of Russian Literature of the 19th Century. Part 1. 1800-1830s author Lebedev Yury Vladimirovich
The creative history of the novel by A. S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin". In the draft papers of Pushkin during the Boldino autumn of 1830, a sketch of the scheme of "Eugene Onegin" was preserved, visibly representing the creative history of the novel: "Onegin" Note: 1823, May 9. Chisinau, 1830, 25 Zhukovsky's poetry in the sixth and seventh chapters of the novel "Eugene Onegin" The beetle buzzed. A. S. Pushkin Echoes of Zhukovsky's poetry in "Eugene Onegin" were repeatedly noted by researchers (I. Eiges, V. V. Nabokov, Yu. M. Lotman, R. V. Iezuitova, O. A. Proskurin). At the same time, attention “Eugene Onegin” Question 1.57 “But, my God, what a boredom To sit with the sick day and night, Without moving a single step away!” How many days Onegin sat with his dying “Eugene Onegin” Answer 1.57 “But, having flown to the uncle’s village, I found him already on the table, As a ready tribute Eugene Onegin As noted by V.G. Belinsky, "Eugene Onegin" by A.S. Pushkin "wrote about Russia for Russia". The statement is very important. In general, it must be said that a more complete and more accurate disclosure of the image of Eugene Onegin than Belinsky did in Articles 8 and 9 EUGENE ONEGIN EUGENE ONEGIN is the protagonist of Pushkin's novel in verse, the action of which takes place in Russia from the winter of 1819 to the spring of 1825 (see: Yu. M. Lotman. Commentary.) Introduced into the plot immediately, without prefaces and prologues. Eugene Onegin (ch. 1) goes to the village to “Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant…” (an excerpt from the novel “Eugene Onegin”) Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant, Renews the way on the firewood; His horse, smelling the snow, Trotted somehow; Fluffy reins exploding, A daring wagon flies; The coachman sits on the box in a sheepskin coat, in red “The sky was already breathing in autumn ...” (an excerpt from the novel “Eugene Onegin”) Already the sky was breathing in autumn, The sun shone less often, The day was getting shorter, The forest’s mysterious canopy With a sad noise was exposed, The fog lay on the fields, The noisy caravan of geese Stretched to the south: “Tier than fashionable parquet ...” (an excerpt from the novel “Eugene Onegin”) Tier than fashionable parquet A river shines, dressed in ice. Boys joyful people Skates loudly cuts the ice; On red paws, a heavy goose, Thinking to swim in the bosom of the waters, Steps carefully on the ice, Slides and “Pursued by spring rays…” (an excerpt from the novel “Eugene Onegin”) Chased by spring rays, From the surrounding mountains there are already snows Fled by muddy streams To the flooded meadows. With a clear smile, nature greets the morning of the year through a dream; The skies are shining blue. Still transparent, forests As if in peace "Eugene Onegin" Let's face it: it is not without some timidity that we begin to critically examine such a poem as "Eugene Onegin."(1) And this timidity is justified by many reasons. "Onegin" is Pushkin's most sincere work, the most beloved child of his imagination and "Eugene Onegin" (Ending) Pushkin's great feat was that he was the first in his novel to poetically reproduce the Russian society of that time and, in the person of Onegin and Lensky, showed its main, that is, male, side; but the feat of our poet is almost higher in that he is the first Belinsky V. G. "Eugene Onegin" "Eugene Onegin" (end) Pushkin's great feat was that he was the first in his novel to poetically reproduce the Russian society of that time and, in the person of Onegin and Lensky, showed its main, that is, the male side; but the feat of our poet is almost higher in that he is the first N. G. Bykova "Eugene Onegin" The novel "Eugene Onegin" occupies a central place in the work of A. S. Pushkin. This is his largest work of art, the richest in content, the most popular, which had the strongest influence on the fate of the entire Russian Poems about autumn through the eyes of classical poets are amazingly beautiful. They colorfully describe this sad, but at the same time charming time of the year. Sad time! Oh charm! (A. Pushkin) 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 ... (I. Bunin) 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 - will now turn white transparent snowdrop… That's when you approached, calm, to my porch. (Anna Akhmatova September 1922) Late autumn I love the Tsarskoye Selo garden When he is quiet half-dark, As if in a nap, embraced And white-winged visions On the dim lake glass In some bliss of numbness They stagnate in this semi-darkness ... And on the porphyry steps Catherine's palaces Dark shadows fall October early evenings - And the garden darkens like an oak tree, And under the stars from the darkness of the night, Like a reflection of a glorious past The golden dome comes out ... (F. Tyutchev) The autumn wind played the saxophone A little sad my favorite blues The saxophone sparkles in his palms, I freeze... I'm afraid to scare... Maestro wind, slightly screwing up his eyes, Selflessly leads the party. He frowned in inspiration... And the leaves to the beat start a round dance. He throws them up And it's quiet... Foliage soars obedient and light ... The melody floats And the heart melts And can't find the right words... And I so want in a green light dress Dancing softly on tiptoe And feel what happiness it is Listen to autumn light music ... And turn your face to rain-notes Catching lips drops tart taste And like foliage it is easy to soar in flight ... I love when the wind plays the blues... (N. Spring) Autumn reigned in the old park, Painted trees and bushes. Throwing bright scarves on the shoulders, I put canvases for artists. Slightly smeared with blue watercolor Smooth surface of the pond and sky high. Colored with soft pastel Clouds, adding purity. I looked into the old alleys, Noisy with wind and rain. Beauty and affection without sparing, Everything was covered with gold leaf. Ran like a red fox On uncut grass... And a big, disturbing, bright bird Ran into the cold blue. (T. Lavrova) Already the sky was breathing in autumn, The sun shone less The day was getting shorter Forests mysterious canopy With a sad noise she was naked, Fog fell on the fields Noisy geese caravan Stretched to the south: approaching Pretty boring time; November was already at the yard. (A. Pushkin) Is in the autumn of the original Short but wonderful time - The whole day stands as if crystal, And radiant evenings ... The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard, But far from the first winter storms And pure and warm azure pours On the resting field… (F. Tyutchev) 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, (A. Pushkin) Golden foliage swirled Golden foliage swirled In the pinkish water of the pond Like a light flock of butterflies With fading flies to the star. I'm in love with this evening The yellowing dol is close to the heart. Youth-wind up to the shoulders Headed on a birch hem. And in the soul and in the valley coolness, Blue dusk like a flock of sheep Behind the gate of the silent garden The bell will ring and freeze. I've never been thrifty So did not listen to rational flesh, It would be nice, like willow branches, To tip over into the pink waters. It would be nice, on a haystack smiling, Muzzle of the month to chew hay ... Where are you, where are you, my quiet joy, Loving everything, wanting nothing? Goals: Lesson Plan (The pictures of autumn change on the slides, and (the teacher reads in the recording) A.S. Pushkin’s poem “A sad time! Eyes of charm!” sounds against the background of Tchaikovsky’s music “The Seasons”. See. Appendix 1 , Appendix 2).
- A beautiful poem. Only 8 lines, but how many feelings. - During the lesson we should: 1) Analyze the poem by A. S. Pushkin to see how skillfully the author draws pictures of autumn. What knowledge should we learn in today's lesson? (Learn to analyze a poem. Get acquainted with a new literary technique.) 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 is the main task of a lyrical work? (The main task of a lyrical work is to convey feelings). 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, it is necessary to choose the correct intonation of the enumeration of homogeneous members of the sentence. 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. (Student reads lines 4-8) In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath, - Can this wilting be called magnificent? (Yes, you can.) (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 - - 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.) 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. (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). - 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). (The student reads, and slides flash on the screen). (Another way to remember a poem is to read it using facial expressions and gestures). Sad time! Oh charm! (right hand to chest) - 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: 1st option - write a famous poem by A. S. Pushkin, that is, pick up another poem; - 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; 2. What is the main idea of this lyrical work? a) the joy of the onset of autumn; 3. Name the main technique used by the author in building a poem. a) the presence of complex sentences; 4. What is an oxymoron? a) a technique that consists in replacing one word or concept with another; - What are the obsolete words used by the author in the poem. ____________________________________ - Pass on your answers, they will be graded, but so that you can already evaluate yourself, we will check the test now (check on slides). - Thank you for your work in class. The 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: “A 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, a famous person, the author of the most famous works to this day, a Russian genius, a literary reformer, A. S. Pushkin, arrives in Boldino, a village located not far from Nizhny Novgorod. Autumn time, eyes charm ... He loves this place, he idolizes the season, giving him not only inspiration, but also physical strength. The estate visited by the famous poet is ancestral. 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 exactly how the inspired one felt. Autumn time - the charm of the eyes - captured the author, forcing the bright colors of words to draw every moment of the withering of the 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. For the first time, Pushkin came to the Nizhny Novgorod region on the eve of his wedding. The author was stuck in Boldino for three months. The magnificent 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." 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 is in a hurry to go 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. Everyone who has ever visited those places experiences the same feelings as Pushkin, but far from everyone can express them so eloquently. Perhaps this is not necessary. After all, we have his "Autumn". In the same period, Pushkin gave life to such a well-known work as The History of Pugachev. In Boldino, the author finished work on the work, rewriting it cleanly. There, work began on the cycle “Songs of the 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 sweet silence Sad time! Oh 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. 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.Excerpt from Pushkin's Autumn
leaf fall
Late autumn
Autumn Blues...
An excerpt from the poem Eugene Onegin
Is in the autumn of the original
Today we will get acquainted with another poem by A. S. Pushkin “A sad time! Eyes charm!”.
2) Get acquainted with a new literary technique that allows the author to convey the fullness of 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.
- What does magnificent mean? (Beautiful, bright, solemn.)
- The author, in fact, explains himself what lush withering is. Find and read these lines.
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
- In crimson and gold-clad forests.
Have you come across an unfamiliar word or a word that we rarely use? (Scarlet.)
1). Red paint of a dark shade, crimson.
2). Precious crimson fabric, purple.
- Also, what obsolete word did you find in the poem? (Eyes.)
- Eyes, eye - eye. This is another obsolete word used in poetic speech.
- And what do the obsolete words give to this work? (They give mystery, fabulousness, solemnity - eye charm.)
Let's read the first line of the poem.
Physical education minute
– 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.
- So, forests, wind noise, heaven, a ray of sun, frost, winter threats.
Physical education minute
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).
Option 2 - write a poem about autumn yourself.Lesson summary
b) intended for staging on stage;
c) based on fiction.
b) the sadness of autumn withering;
c) longing for the coming winter.
b) the presence of a large number of verbs;
c) the presence of homogeneous members of the sentence and the repeated union I.
b) artistic technique; a combination of opposite, contradictory in meaning words in one work of art;
c) the main question posed in the literary work.
____________________________________Reflection
"Autumn"
First visit to Boldino
Second visit
P.S.
I am sweetly lulled by my imagination,
And poetry awakens in me...VII
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 lines are purposefully devoid of an accurate description of the landscape.
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.
A.S. Pushkin
My dear friend, the time is before
And he runs, punishment from the lyre,
This is what happens with pain sometimes.
Sad time! Rise of miracles and lyre,
What can I tell you? - I was created for her,
My friend, confessions of satire,
It will cost us dearly.
It's time to go! Sad time!
Beauties of the will of ascent,
Farewell time, she stands around,
From all adversity and the will of the ghost.
I'm amazed by you!
I enjoy your beauty again
My wonderful land!
You are my friend, I break through to you.
Oh autumn, autumn, noise and fresh breath,
My dear forest, look how the day drives away
With its energy and prediction,
With the outcome of the will, falls, be a shadow..
It's time, it's time, autumn charity!
Around the colors and lush love,
My dear friend, with you I am a ghost,
I walk, I wander, I drive like blood.
Sad time! Eye charm,
I'm with you again, my favorite time,
And as for laughter, punishment was given to me,
To know everything with anxiety forever.
Reviews
A sad time is not a punishment,
For reflection, autumn is given to everyone.
It will plunge everything into its silence,
Anxiety from the heart will recede forever.
Shy autumn seems to blush,
He will invite you to the dance of the fall.
Will spin and console in his waltz,
A breath of light wind will refresh.
Thank you Victoria for the wonderful writing.
Sorry, I just couldn't resist and added my own.
Comfort can be found in every season and year,
for heart and soul. I will continue to read your poetry.
Sincerely, Alexander.
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1. Fedor Tyutchev
Is in the autumn of the original
A short but marvelous time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…
2. 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).
3. 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 Rus' ...
I quickly fly along cast-iron rails,
I think my mind...
4. Ivan Bunin
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 ...
5. 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.
VII
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.
