So the beautiful autumn is coming into its own in small steps, pushing summer aside. In the mornings it became fresh and cool, and during the day the sun no longer had time to warm the air. It becomes very beautiful on the streets of the city and on the alleys of parks and squares. Trees and bushes change their color: here and there, yellow and orange spots flash among the green foliage.
Don’t pass by the autumn beauty - stop, draw your child’s attention to the charm of the surrounding nature, to the riot of autumn colors. Observe and talk about what changes have occurred in nature, what new things your baby has seen. If it’s difficult, show and tell poems about autumn.
I offer a selection of poems about autumn. Read a few poems to your son or daughter, and memorize the one you especially like!
Autumn
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning 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..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
A. Pleshcheev
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become 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 a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Konstantin Balmont
Summer is ending
Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun doesn't shine
And he's hiding somewhere.
And the rain is first grade,
A little timid
In an oblique ruler
Lines the window.
I. Tokmakova
Leaf fall
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
Ivan Bunin
in autumn
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
Afanasy Fet
Autumn
I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
Summer has drowned.
G. Novitskaya
For the winter
A rustling string
Chasing the sun
Birds fly above us
To a distant place.
They are flying to winter quarters.
And in the yard, in the cold,
Clothespins on a rope,
Like swallows on a wire.
Carpets
Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane's conversation fell silent.
On the paths where summer ran,
The multi-colored carpet lay down.
The sparrow became sad outside the window,
The houses became unusually quiet.
Along the autumn carpet paths
Winter is coming unnoticed.
V. Orlov
Autumn leaves
The birdhouse is empty,
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
Everyone is flying, flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.
I. Tokmakova
Sparrow
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.
V. Stepanov
Autumn has come
Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad it is
What the gardens look like.
The birds reached out
To warm regions.
Farewell is heard
The screech of a crane.
The sun doesn't spoil me
Us with your warmth.
Northern, frosty
It blows cold.
It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Can't return it anymore.
E. Arsenina
AUTUMN MIRACLE
It's autumn, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.
The sky is crying, the sun is hiding,
The wind sings pitifully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.
And this wish came true,
The kids are having fun:
The miracle now is Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
N. Samonii
Sad autumn
The leaves have flown away
Following a flock of birds.
I'm in red autumn
I miss you day after day.
The sky is sad
The sun is getting sad...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!
N. Samonii
Complains, cries
Autumn outside the window
And hides his tears
Under someone else's umbrella...
pesters passers-by,
bothers them -
Different, different,
Sleepy and sick...
It's boring
Windy melancholy,
He's breathing like a cold
City moisture...
What do you need?
Strange madam?
And the answer is annoying
Whip on the wires...
A. Herbal
autumn wind
The wind raises a storm
Throwing the day at my feet;
Leaves fly away in a flock
To the low clouds.
Soared like a yellow wall,
Whirling like a tornado,
They pull you into the air,
Having filled the world.
Only one interrupted the circling:
Autumn fire
A warning about winter
Suddenly my palm burned.
Holding him back a little
In the whirlwind of the rest,
I'm letting you go on the road again -
Catch up with yours!
Olga Bagaeva
Autumn girl
Autumn girl
With a red umbrella
Wanders among the pines,
Cries about
What didn't happen
What didn't come true
My heart forgot
Summer has grown together...
A. Herbal
Autumn is approaching
It's gradually getting colder
And the days became shorter.
Summer is quickly running away
A flock of birds flashing in the distance.
The rowan trees have already turned red,
The grass has become withered,
appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.
In the morning the fog swirls,
motionless and gray-haired,
And by noon the sun warms
It's like being in the hot summer heat.
But the wind barely blows
And autumn foliage
Flashes in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
Autumn
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become 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 a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Autumn
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning 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..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
The sky was already breathing in autumn
... The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
There is in the initial autumn
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere, -
Only a web of thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
Autumn
There's already a golden leaf covering
Wet soil in the forest...
I boldly trample my foot
The beauty of the spring forest.
Cheeks burn from the cold;
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack,
Rake the leaves with your foot!
I don’t have the same joys here!
The forest took away the secret:
The last nut has been picked
The last flower has tied;
The moss is not raised, not dug up
A pile of curly milk mushrooms;
Purple of lingonberry clusters;
Lying on the leaves for a long time
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks kind of cold
The clarity of transparent skies...
The leaves rustle underfoot;
Death lays down its harvest...
Only I am happy at heart
And I sing like crazy!
I know, it’s not for nothing that among the moss
I picked early snowdrops;
Down to the autumn colors
Every flower I met.
What did the soul tell them?
I will remember, breathing with happiness,
On winter nights and days!
Leaves rustle underfoot...
Death is laying down its harvest!
Only I am happy at heart -
And I sing like crazy!
Expectation
The naked forest is waiting for snow,
I've been tired of autumn for a long time.
The low vault of heaven is turning grey,
A fallen leaf whispers sadly...
“When will it start snowing?”
Magpies chatter in the fieldfare.
The berries glow with a blush,
Like frosty cheeks in the morning.
The kids are waiting for snow today,
She needs winter fun.
And all day long: “It’s time! Let's go!"
The crow croaks loudly
Sparrow
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.
Golden autumn
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Bad weather
The leaves trembled, flying around,
The clouds of the sky covered the beauty,
A storm rushing in from the field is evil
It vomits and rushes and howls in the forest.
Only you, my sweet bird,
In a warm nest, barely visible,
Svetlogruda, light, small,
She is not intimidated by the storm.
And the roll call of thunder roars,
And the noisy darkness is so black...
Only you, my sweet bird,
In a warm nest it is barely visible.
True sign
The wind is driving the clouds,
The wind moans in the pipes,
Rain slanting, cold
There's a knock on the glass.
There are puddles on the roads
They wince from the cold,
Hiding under the canopy
A sure sign
That summer is passing
Why are honey mushrooms asking?
What's the rush with gifts?
Autumn is bright again,
What do you miss about school?
Sad rooks.
Themselves in the box,
Talker-bell.
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
Autumn
Autumn quietly appeared as a swan,
She dressed up in a yellow dress.
I took brushes with orange paint,
Started painting trees and grass.
Painted the clouds in the sky gray,
White is the fog that floats at dawn.
For the spiders here is a ball of silver,
So that the cobweb shines in the morning.
The brush splashed drops of water -
It's raining in the September sky.
Added a fresh smell to the air
I hid the saffron milk caps under the paws of the trees.
How many worries does this beauty have!
She needs to change everything after the summer.
Autumn seamstress
So that the little earth can winter without hassle,
Autumn sews a patchwork blanket for her.
Carefully sews the leaf to the leaf,
Use a pine needle to adjust the stitch.
Leaves to choose from - any will come in handy.
Here the purple one lies next to the crimson one,
Although the seamstress really likes the golden color,
Brown and even spotted will do.
They are carefully held together by a thread of spider web.
You won't find a more beautiful picture than this.
Golden autumn
Autumn. Golden rain -
Specie!
- Summer, wait! Wait!
I'll pay for this!
Well, stay a little longer!
Wait a little!
Your path will be golden!
Golden road!
You will eat on gold,
Gold clothes!
Gold will become a leaf,
Gold cover!
I'll make you rich!
Is this not enough?
- You know, autumn,
Summer answered,
I prefer green color
Don't litter in vain
Wait for Silver Coins
The new day is stormy.
Don't want, -
AUTUMN
Autumn is a yellow word in a yellow picture,
Because the leaves on the aspen tree have turned yellow!
Autumn is a kind word, warm days,
Because the sun is friends with a light breeze!
Autumn is a delicious word, jam is being made,
Because there is a lot of fruit, a lot of treats!
Autumn is a joyful word, friends meet again,
Because back to school is how it works!
OCTOBER
October is creeping along the paths,
Walks quietly after the sun.
Mushrooms and berries in a basket.
And he sends greetings to September!
In a crimson velvet caftan,
A hat made of leaves on one side,
He will be with us for a whole month
To meet the dawn, and the night, and the day.
He will fulfill the will of autumn -
Color the field, meadow and forest.
And fill the world with beauty!
And he will invite you to wonderland!
Late fall
We removed it in November
All dry leaves.
It became quiet in the yard,
Festive and clean.
The quiet pond falls asleep,
The flowerbeds are empty,
The birds don't sing anymore -
They flew south.
In cleanliness and silence
Autumn is resting
Day after day she winter
The place is giving way.
NOVEMBER
November is a hunchbacked old man,
The eyes are like ice, the nose is a hook!
The look is dissatisfied and prickly,
Cold month, clouds in the sky.
Seeing off the golden autumn,
And welcomes the white winter!
He changes heat to cold
And he gets tired - he’s no longer young!
But the north wind will help:
He will pick the leaves and lay them in the carpet,
Will cover the earth with a blanket,
So that it doesn't freeze until spring!
Such a different autumn
What a different autumn!
Sometimes gloomy, sometimes clear,
It's bright, happy,
It’s grey, dreary.
They bloom joyfully in the flowerbed
Last flowers...
What a different autumn!
Just like me and you.
Autumn miracle
What miracle of miracles?
We have come to the autumn forest!
In summer both oaks and maples
There were green leaves.
The leaves have become colored:
Pink, gold,
Brown and red -
Different and wonderful!
Maybe a rainbow from heaven
Did you invite Autumn to the forest?
Autumn leaf
Outside the window the autumn leaf turned yellow,
He broke away, spun, and flew.
The yellow leaf made friends with the breeze,
Everyone is spinning and playing under the window.
And when the cheerful wind flew away,
The yellow leaf on the asphalt is bored.
I went into the yard and picked up a leaf,
I brought it home and gave it to my mother.
You can't leave him on the street,
Let him live with me all winter.
Autumn
Beautiful leaves fly under your feet,
Autumn brought leaf fall in the garden.
Here are birch leaves, here are aspen leaves,
Here are the rowan leaves spinning in a waltz.
And cranes are flying in the high sky,
And they hum a sad song.
We'll wave goodbye to them,
But we don’t say goodbye to you, autumn!
Autumn
On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!
Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!
Glorious Autumn
And moss swamps and stumps - Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;
Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus',
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
Clear, quiet days...
I think my thoughts...
Sad rain
September suddenly became sad,
The rain invited me to visit,
He saw all the birds south.
The rain has become somewhat dull,
It splashes loudly through the puddles,
And he doesn't need anyone.
He's been crying since morning now
Autumn is a sad time.
AUTUMN MIRACLE
It's autumn, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.
The sky is crying, the sun is hiding,
The wind sings pitifully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.
And this wish came true,
The kids are having fun:
The miracle now is Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
Uncompressed strip
Late fall. The rooks have flown away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
Only one strip is not compressed...
She makes me sad.
The ears seem to whisper to each other:
"It's boring for us to listen to the autumn blizzard,
It's boring to bow down to the ground,
Fat grains bathing in dust!
Every night we are ruined by the villages
Every passing voracious bird,
The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting?
Or are we worse born than others?
Or did they bloom and spike unharmoniously?
No! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
The grain has filled and ripened within us.
It was not for this reason that he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will scatter us?..”
The wind brings them a sad answer:
- Your plowman has no urine.
He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, I didn’t have the strength to start the work.
The poor guy is feeling bad - he doesn’t eat or drink,
The worm is sucking his aching heart,
The hands that made these furrows,
They dried up into slivers and hung like whips.
The eyes dimmed and the voice disappeared,
That he sang a mournful song,
As if laying your hand on a plow,
The plowman walked thoughtfully along the strip.
Elena Pavlova
Memorizing A. Pleshcheev’s poem “Autumn”
Summary of educational activities in the senior group at topic:
« Memorizing poem A. Pleshcheeva« Autumn» » .
Program tasks: Help children remember poem A. Pleshcheeva« Autumn» using a variety of methods memorization; consolidate characteristic features autumn when looking at paintings and illustrations, recognize these signs in poem; develop expressive speech, sense of rhythm, oral speech, imagination; cultivate love and respect for nature; cultivate a desire to help.
Equipment and materials:
Toy bird, cut-out pictures about autumn(2 pcs., ball, pictures-schemes for memorizing a poem, phonogram: Beethoven "To Eliza", P. Chukovsky "October" from the cycle "Seasons", bird trill.
Preliminary work:
Excursions to the park, observations, looking at illustrations, conversation, reading fiction.
Progress of joint educational activities
(children are in the hall)
A game “When does this happen?”
Educator: Guys, whoever I throw the ball to will try to answer question: When does this happen?
1. The day has become shorter, the night longer.
2. The leaves have turned yellow.
3. The birds flew away to warmer regions.
4. The sun is no longer warming as much.
5. Trees are preparing for winter.
6. Cold rain is drizzling.
7. It became colder.
8. People dress warmer.
9. It gets dark faster.
10. A cold wind is blowing.
Well done. What time of year is this? (autumn)
Tell me what is the name of the phenomenon in nature when leaves fall in autumn? (leaf fall)
Now you and I will turn into leaves. Suddenly it blew autumn the wind and leaves flew (children run into the group accompanied by musical accompaniment - Beethoven "To Eliza")
Got dizzy (children spin around on the carpet, the teacher scatters fragments of pictures).
The wind died down and the leaves fell. Guys, autumn the wind split the two pictures into small pieces.
Educational game "Collect a picture"
Let's collect them and see what happens.
(children take a fragment and make pictures at the table)
What happened? (autumn) .
The pictures before you are not simple, they are magical. They hid words about autumn. How do you imagine it? Tell me what it is? (sad, golden, gloomy, beautiful, rainy, stormy, cloudy)
Well done! (background of a bird's trill sounds).
Oh, who is this? (the teacher looks for where the trill comes from and finds the bird).
Guys, a bird has flown to visit us. Birdie, why are you so sad? What's happened?
Guys, the bird is asking you to help it. Autumn The wind blew so hard that the bird got separated from the flock and now cannot fly to warmer climes. The wind promised to help the bird if she learned poem. Let's help her. (The teacher takes bird's poem) .
-The poem is called« Autumn has come» . It was written by Alexey Pleshcheev. (A portrait of A. is hung. Pleshcheeva)
Listen, I'll read it.
Autumn has come,
The flowers have dried up.
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning 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.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
What is it about poem? (about autumn)
How did you feel when I read poem? How did I read it? (sad, sad).
To make it easier to remember poem, pictures and diagrams will help us. Let's draw them. (The teacher draws pictures for poem.)
Guys, the bird doesn't understand what it means “And the bare bushes look sadly”.Help her. (the trees are sad because the leaves have fallen).
What is winter? (fields that were sown with grain and wheat for the winter).
Now let's listen some more poem. I start saying a sentence, and you finish it.
Well done!
Guys, the bird said that you won’t be able to learn without me poem. Shall we prove to her that you can handle it yourself?
To do this, you choose a picture diagram for yourself. Look carefully at what is shown on it, that part poems and tell me.
(children tell poem using mnemonic tables).
Who is the bravest and wants to tell everything? poem? You see, little bird, the guys managed it on their own.
(the teacher leans towards the bird)
The bird says thank you to us. You helped the bird remember poem. Now the wind will help you fly to warmer climes. Goodbye, little bird.
(the bird flies away)
Guys, did you like it? poem?
What is it called?
Who wrote it?
Let's repeat it again poem.
(children read poem)
Thank you guys, thank you very much everyone
For working hard with the whole world,
They worked together and were not lazy at all.
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Brings to your attention a thematic selection poems dedicated to autumn. Autumn is one of the four seasons, which is very often associated with sadness in poetry, since the summer warmth is leaving and the winter cold is approaching, the blue sky turns gray, and all people are immersed in their thoughts and reflections, thus creating masterpieces of poetry - autumn poems about golden autumn.
Autumn poems about golden autumn
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(Alexander Pushkin)
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning 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..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
(Alexey Pleshcheev)
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
(A.S. Pushkin)
Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.
(V. Stepanov)
LEAF FALL
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
(Ivan Bunin)
How good the spring bliss was sometimes -
And the soft freshness of green herbs,
And leaves of young fragrant shoots
Along the trembling branches of the awakened oak forests,
And the day has a luxurious and warm glow,
And a gentle fusion of bright colors!
But you are closer to my heart, autumn tides,
When a tired forest falls on the soil of a compressed cornfield
The yellowed leaves are blowing with a whisper,
And the sun later from the desert heights,
Full of bright despondency, he looks...
So the peaceful memory silently illuminates
And past happiness and past dreams.
(Nikolai Ogarev)
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become 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 a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
(Konstantin Balmont)
AUTUMN SONG
Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
(Alexey Pleshcheev)
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
(Afanasy Fet)
The Christmas tree has become more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidied up before dark and is empty.
And naked as a broom,
Clogged with mud by the dirt road,
Blown by ash frost,
The vine bush trembles and whistles.
(Alexander Tvardovsky)
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!”
Their 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 matures in him.
(Apollo Maikov)
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
(Afanasy Fet)
GOLD AUTUMN
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
(Boris Pasternak)
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...
There is probably no person in Russia who, since childhood, has not remembered at least the first four lines of one of the most famous poems about autumn:
1 Autumn has come,
2 The flowers have dried up,
3 And they look sad
4 Bare bushes.
5 Withers and turns yellow
6 Grass in the meadows,
7 Only turns green
8 Winter in the fields.
9 A cloud covers the sky,
10 The sun doesn't shine,
11 The wind howls in the field,
12 The rain is drizzling.
13 The waters began to rustle
14 Fast Stream,
15 The birds have flown away
16 V warm regions.
And in many anthologies, starting from the 1960s. (Anthology for children of senior preschool age: For reading, storytelling and children's amateur performances / Comp. R.I. Zhukovskaya, L.A. Penyevskaya. M.: Prosveshchenie, 1968. P. 133; Reader for children of senior preschool age / Comp. R.I. Zhukovskaya, L.A. Penevskaya. 2nd ed., revised and expanded. M.: Prosveshchenie, 1972. P. 135; Seasons. Reader for little ones / Author-compiler B.G. Sviridov. Rostov n/d, 2000. P. 10), and on various Internet resources the author of this work is named Alexey Nikolaevich Pleshcheev. The problem, however, is that this poem is not in any of the collected works of A.N. Pleshcheev in the 19th – 20th centuries, as well as in the volume of the “Poet’s Library”. It is not included in Pleshcheev’s prose and dramatic works, as well as among translations.
Therefore, the tasks arose, firstly, to find the real author, secondly, to determine who, when and under what circumstances attributed this text to Pleshcheev, and, finally, thirdly, how the transmission of false authorship was carried out over time.
We must begin with how the search ended: for the first time this poem, entitled “Autumn,” was published in the book: Our dear. Russian and Church Slavonic primer and collection of articles for exercises in Russian and Church Slavonic reading, with writing samples, material for independent writing exercises and pictures in the text. [First year of study]" (St. Petersburg, 1885. P. 44). The author and compiler of the textbook was the inspector of the Moscow educational district Alexey Grigorievich Baranov (1844 - 1911).
The book - from the point of view of authorship - was compiled by Baranov from texts of three types: a) indicating the authorship or source from which the text was reprinted; b) with three asterixes instead of the author’s surname (these are texts by unknown authors, obviously existing in oral transmission); c) texts whose authors are not named at all. Traditionally, the last category includes those texts that were written by the compilers of textbooks - for example, A.A. Radonezhsky, the author of numerous books “for initial reading” published in the 1870s, specifically stated this in a special note to the table of contents. Baranov does not have such a reservation, but apparently, he, like K.D. Ushinsky in his classic books, composed a number of prose passages and even poems himself. In any case, a de visu review of a number of earlier educational anthologies, collections, anthologies and journals of the text “Autumn has come. The flowers have dried up” did not reveal, and with a fairly high degree of probability it can be argued that the author of the text is A.G. Baranov, for which reason the poem “Autumn” appeared for the first time in the textbook he compiled. As a result, the story is repeated with the poem “Yolka” (1903) by R.A. Kudasheva, the author of which was unknown until 1941.
By the way, a review of children's magazines showed that poetic production similar in “autumn” themes and simplified style in the 1880s. existed: Baranov only supported the tradition by acting as an imitator. For example, the peasant poet Spiridon Drozhzhin wrote the poem “In Autumn” (Toy. 1881. No. 42. October 25, p. 1420): “The howling, howling / The wind is colder, / The beauty of the fields is fading, fading. // The clouds parted / In the depths of the sky, / The dense / And the green forest darkened... // Seen in sheaves / A full threshing floor, / Splashes under the flails / Ripe grain... // The sun does not rise early / In the mornings rises, / Dimly from the fog / Ray on pours on the ground // And quickly lies down; / So that, having finished the work, / The baptized people can calm down / With him.” The size is the same - X3 ZHMZHM.
A certain V. Lvov wrote a long poem “Autumn in the Village” (Igrushechka. 1880. No. 38. 5 Oct. pp. 1188 – 1192), from which I will give a small fragment: “Now the blue of the skies has become covered with clouds, / Silent and thoughtful / Empty forest; // The leaves have fallen off, / They lie in heaps, / And the trees are bare / They look gloomy. // The nightingale does not sing / Sometimes late, / And a free swarm of birds rushes off across the sea. // The boring / Compressed fields are empty, / And the loose soil is plowed for winter. // The sun is shining dimly / Through the fog in the morning, / The nights have become dark, / The evenings are long. // Often the annoying rain / It pours like buckets, / There’s a whiff of cold / And it’s time to drown.”
In addition to the general imitation of the cited products, one cannot help but notice the connections of Baranov’s poem with Pushkin in verses 1 (“October has already arrived...”) and 9 (“The storm covers the sky with darkness...”), with Pleshcheev in verses 6 - 7 (“The grass is turning green...”) and with Apollo Grigoriev in verse 11 (“The evening is stuffy, the wind howls”). This kind of unreflected convergence and similarity is characteristic of the texts of amateurs who have heard a lot of poetry. As for the emotional coloring of the text, one can suspect the author’s neurotic state, focusing only on the sad aspects of autumn changes, metaphorically associated with death: bushes, flowers, grass, hidden by clouds and “dead” sky, hidden and also “dead” sun, flying away birds. Signs of seasonal change are intensified in the poem and treated almost as a catastrophe; perhaps they express the author’s internal state; in any case, there is a large field for interpretation, associated, for example, with childhood traumas.
In Baranov’s book there are other texts that he himself composed for the textbook, for example, the prosaic “The Orphan’s Prayer” and “Enrolling in School”: “Summer has passed. Autumn has come. Field work is over. It’s time for the kids to study,” etc. In addition to “Autumn,” Baranov composed a poem "Winter" - written by the sad Ya4 ZHMZHM and, again, a sad variation on the theme of Pushkin’s “Winter Morning”:
Cold winter has come,
Fluffy snow flies from the sky;
The river was covered in frost;
The dark forest looks sad.
The grass is no longer green
Meadows, valleys and hills...
Everywhere you look: everything is white,
The veil of winter shines everywhere.
Baranov’s poem “Autumn” was included in subsequent editions of “Our Native”. At the same time, Baranov included “Autumn” in the educational manual “Russian primer with material for initial reading, memorization and written exercises,” the first edition of which was published in 1887.
As for the texts of unknown authors that are included in “Our Native” (1885 and subsequent editions), then for each of them it is possible to conduct an independent search, similar to that carried out in relation to Baranov’s “Autumn”. These, for example, include poems by unknown authors “Literature” (“A letter from a grandson / Fedot received: / His grandson is far away / Lives in the city”) and “On the eve of the holiday” (“The sun sets, / And the day darkens; / From the mountain fell / There’s a shadow in the village”). It is possible that Baranov reproduced works from the textbooks that he himself studied from as a child (1850s). By the way, the adaptation of “Literacy” was included in the book of prison lyrics “Russian Viyons” (M., 2001; compilers and authors of the preface A.G. Bronnikov and V.A. Mayer).
A few words must be said about Baranov himself. At the request of S.A. Vengerov for the “Critical-biographical dictionary of Russian writers and scientists” (St. Petersburg, 1897 - 1904. T. VI. pp. 392 - 397), Baranov wrote an autobiography, from which it follows that he was a man of great determination . He came from a serf family: his parents were serf serfs of S.P. Fonvizin, the owner of the village of Spassky, Klinsky district, Moscow province, and he was the same “yard boy” whom Pushkin mentioned. When in 1851 Fonvizin’s daughter, Natalya Sergeevna, arrived in Spasskoye, saw the boy, she wanted to take him to her Moscow house, and at the age of 7 Alexey was forcibly separated from his mother (who, by the way, was Natalya Sergeevna’s wet nurse and, thus Thus, Natalya Sergeevna and Alexey were foster sister and brother) and were sent to Moscow to the master's house. An interesting detail noted by Baranov in his autobiography: “As soon as the winter route was established, I was sent with carts to Moscow, where N.S. Rzhevskaya lived.” Perhaps that is why the transition from autumn to winter, reflected in two of Baranov’s poems, was fixed in his mind as a symbol of trauma caused by a forced separation from his mother and home. We must also not forget that M.N. Pokrovsky called the 1880s - and “Autumn” was written in 1885 - the era of new serfdom for the peasants, citing a lot of concrete evidence (Pokrovsky M.N. Russian history in the most concise outline M., 1934. Parts 1 – 2. pp. 153 – 154).
From an early age, Alexey strived for learning, and in 1855 Natalya Sergeevna sent a serf boy, whom she clearly favored, to a parish school, and in 1858 to the 2nd grade of the gymnasium (at that time the director of the gymnasium was D.S. Rzhevsky, husband of Natalya Sergeevna), and for the legality of his stay in the gymnasium, she freed him from serfdom, not much ahead of the course of history (“later famous figures - A.M. Unkovsky and A.A. Golovachev - signed as witnesses on the dismissal certificate”). In 1864, Alexey Baranov graduated from high school with a gold medal and entered Moscow University in the mathematics department of the Faculty of Physics and Mathematics. In 1868 he graduated from the university with a candidate's degree, after which he devoted himself entirely to teaching. By the way, while still a student, he taught in the families of the Dyakov sisters: Princess Alexandra Alekseevna Obolenskaya and Maria Alekseevna Sukhotina. “I remember these families,” Baranov noted in his autobiography, “with a feeling of the deepest gratitude for the beneficial influence they had on my moral development.” Baranov’s connections with people in the literary circle could not be identified.
In 1875 - 1885 Baranov served as the director of the teachers' seminary in Torzhok, and in 1885 he became an inspector of the Moscow educational district. It was in Torzhok that the textbook “Our Native” was prepared, which included a poem that much later became so famous. Explaining the need to prepare new manuals for teaching reading, Baranov emphasized that existing textbooks did not fully meet the needs. This also applied to Ushinsky’s books “Native Word” and “Children’s World”: “the first of them was intended by the author for home education of children in intelligent families, and the second for students of secondary educational institutions.”
From one of the editions of “Our Native”, the text of the poem “Autumn” (with reference to Baranov’s book) was reprinted in the “Book for reading in public schools of the North-Western region of Russia with a Russian and Church Slavonic primer and material for independent written exercises. The first year of study" (Vilna, 1896. pp. 41 - 42), compiled by N.F. Odintsov and V.S. Bogoyavlensky. They also placed the text in the “First Book” they prepared for reading in parish schools and literacy schools. Year 1 of training" (St. Petersburg, 1899. P. 40), published by the school council at the Holy Synod. Everywhere the text of the poem about autumn was published as anonymous, neither the authorship of Baranov nor, especially, the authorship of Pleshcheev was noted.
It is important to note the re-release of 1899 only because the author of the sheet music album “Children's Fun: A Collection of Songs for School-Age Children” (M., 1902. Part 1. P. 7), composer I.S. Khodorovsky, took verses from it for children’s songs . It was he who first attributed the authorship of the text to A.N. Pleshcheev, and just after 1902 a tradition arose of publishing the text of the poem “Autumn” as belonging to A.N. Pleshcheev.
It can be assumed why Jodorowsky made this mistake: in “Book One for Reading,” prepared by Odintsov and Bogoyavlensky, from which Jodorowsky took the poetic lyrics for the songs (he especially emphasized this at the beginning of the album), two poems were printed on page 40: in - firstly, the anonymous “Autumn” (with reference in the table of contents to Baranov’s “Our Native” as the primary source), and, secondly, the poem by A.N. Pleshcheev “Autumn” is actually a work written by Pleshcheev, and in the table of contents opposite the corresponding page the poet's surname was indicated. Most likely, having inattentively read the table of contents of the book, the composer decided that Pleshcheev was the author of both poetic texts printed on page 40.
The same mistake (either independently or with the help of I.S. Khodorovsky) was made by Fyodor Pavlovich Borisov and Nikolai Ivanovich Lavrov. With annual reprints, starting from 1906, the book “The New People's School. The first book after the primer for classroom reading in primary schools and at home,” compiled by “a circle of teachers edited by F. Borisov and N. Lavrov,” in which Pleshcheev was invariably named as the author. After that, more than 100 years later, the author of “Autumn has come. The flowers have dried up” became Pleshcheev. Naturally, reprinting a poem by a famous poet is much more respectable than an anonymous text.
However, in 1914, two publications appeared in which the poem “Autumn” was published as anonymous: firstly, this is the anthology “The Living Word”, compiled by a group of teachers of Moscow city schools under the editorship of A.A. Soldin, and, secondly, secondly, an album of children's songs to the music of Ts.A. Cui (op. 97, edition of the magazine “Firefly”; in the Russian Magazine Collection of the Russian National Library, the album is included in the annual set of the magazine).
In Soviet times, the poem was first reprinted in a textbook for preschool teacher training colleges and kindergarten teachers “A Living Word for a Preschooler” (M., 1945). Here Pleshcheev was again named as the author of the text. The editor of the book was Associate Professor E.A. Florina; in addition to her, the compilers were also M.K. Bogolyubskaya and A.L. Tabenkina.
By the way, it can be assumed that after the publication of the anthology, the error of the attribution became clear, therefore, in two subsequent editions (Anthology on children's literature: A textbook for preschool pedagogical schools / Compiled by M.K. Bogolyubskaya, A.L. Tabenkina. M., 1948; Khudozhestvennoe a word to a preschooler: A manual for kindergarten teachers. 2nd edition, revised / Compiled by M.K. Bogolyubskaya, A.L. Tabenkina, E.A. Flerina. Edited by corresponding member of the Academy of Pedagogical Sciences of the RSFSR E.A. Flerina. M., 1952) this poem does not exist at all.
Evgenia Aleksandrovna Florina (1889 - 1952) remained in the history of literature as a persecutor of children's poems by Chukovsky and Marshak, which she called “defective literature.” “The tendency to amuse a child, tomfoolery, anecdote, sensationalism and tricks even in serious, socio-political topics is nothing more than distrust of the topic and distrust of the child, with whom they do not want to talk seriously about serious things” (Flerina E You have to speak seriously with a child // Literary newspaper, 1929, December 30, No. 37, p. 2; author - Chairman of the Children's Book Commission of the RSFSR People's Communist Party). Another merit of Flurina is the erroneous attribution of the authorship of the text about the coming autumn to Pleshcheev, which had consequences (to go down in the history of literature with two major mistakes is also a success). In essence, there is nothing surprising in the attribution: Fleurin began her teaching activity in 1909, and it was during this period that the “New People’s School” was published, compiled by a “circle of teachers edited by F. Borisov and N. Lavrov,” where the author of the poem was called Pleshcheev.
It was with the support of the 1945 anthology, edited by Flerina, that, for example, a translation of the poem into the Belarusian language appeared, indicating the authorship of Pleshcheev (Twelve months: Schoolchild's Calendar. 1947. Listapad<ноябрь>. Minsk. 1947<Без пагинации, оборот листа за 11 ноября>), and in 1962 - a solid anthology “Our book: Collection for reading in kindergarten” (compiled by N. Karpinskaya and P. Dymshits. M., 1962. P. 188), where Pleshcheev was also named as the author (since there are no there were no public refutations of Pleshcheev’s authorship, noted in the 1945 anthology). Moreover, in 1962 and 1964. The “Education Program in Kindergarten” was published in two editions, approved by the Ministry of Education of the RSFSR, in which this poem was attributed to Pleshcheev and recommended for memorization. It is noteworthy, however, that this poem has not been published in any of the Soviet school textbooks since the 1930s. But in parallel with the school subculture, a preschool subculture developed, and after it became part of the compulsory kindergarten curriculum in 1962, no one had any doubts about the authorship of the text “Autumn Has Come.” The poem itself, memorized in kindergarten, eventually became so popular that it entered school folklore in obscene alterations - a fate that befalls only the most famous and beloved: “Autumn has come, / There are no more leaves, / And the whores look sadly / bushes // I’ll go out into the street, / I’ll put him in a puddle - / Let him crush the tractor, / It’s not needed anyway” (Russian school folklore: From the “summonings” of the Queen of Spades to family stories / Compiled by A.F. Belousov. M. , 1998. P. 449). By the way, the traumatic-neurotic subtext of the original is accurately captured here and translated into the modern language of psychoanalysis.
The story would not be complete without looking at one more poem, which is also posted on the Internet and falsely attributed to Pleshcheev. It's called "Autumn Song":
Summer has passed
Autumn has arrived.
In the fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
This text has nothing to do with A.N. Pleshcheev; for the first time, the second stanza appeared in the “Primer” by Alexandra Vladimirovna Yankovskaya (b. 1883) and Elizaveta Georgievna Carlsen, published in Moscow in 1937 (available in subsequent editions). The author of the text was not listed in the Primer. With a slight change in the last verse, the second stanza was reprinted in the magazine “Preschool Education” (1938. No. 11. P. 71) as an appendix to the article by L. Zavodova “Correction of speech deficiencies in children.” It is possible that one of the authors-compilers of the Primer composed the second stanza or reproduced it from childhood memories, and the first stanza with the iconic line “Autumn has come” and the old rhyme “has come - sadly” arose later as “folk art.” The result was a derivative of A.G. Baranov’s poem.