To show that the sun is somehow similar to poetry, for comparison Mayakovsky wrote the verse “ An Extraordinary Adventure, who was with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha.” From his first lines, the writer immerses the reader simply in a fairy tale of funny adventures. A specific area rises before the reader’s eyes, but on the other hand, the reader is immersed in situations that are familiar only to fairy tales: “In a certain kingdom, in a certain state.” After all, the title of the poem alone speaks for itself, inviting the reader to dive into some adventures that will happen to the main character named Vladimir. The familiar picture of a sunset turns into a fantastic one: “the sunset glowed with a hundred suns.” A slightly slow, but completely cheerful beginning draws in the reader, making him wait for everything that was so beautifully described at the beginning. Not without humor, the author describes the meeting of the hero Vladimir with the sun, hiding the fantasy in everyday life, accompanying with details: “And soon, without concealing friendship, I hit him on the shoulder.” The conversation between the poet and the sun takes place in a relaxed atmosphere, where they tease each other: “Go, try it!” Used when writing a large number of colloquial slang, in order to improve the reader’s understanding of the essence of the verse: “Well, then. sit down, luminary”, “Darmoed!”, “Get off! Enough of hanging around in hell!”
In his adventures, the author created his heroes in a unique way: he made the sun gentle, strong and hardworking, the poet a little tired, a little angry at first, but very loving life and who knows her worth. Most likely, because of this attitude, he decides to have such harsh conversations with the sun.
This work surprised me with the courage and beauty of the thought between friends: “You and I, there are two of us, comrade,” when the poet turned to the sun. Like a sun, warm word the writer warms people’s souls, melting the ice in the farthest corners of their lives, doubts after these lines disappear like the darkness that surrounds many and continues throughout life. It is for this purpose that two bright rays of hope of people who bring light and their gray abode converge in the poem, which allows them to affirm, against their will: “Shine always, shine everywhere, until the last days of the Don, This is my slogan and the sun!”
Addressing the crowd, V. Mayakovsky tries to explain why he carries his soul on a platter for the dinner of the passing years. Flowing like an unnecessary tear from the unshaven cheek of the squares, he feels the last poet. He is ready to reveal to people their new souls - with words as simple as mooing.
V. Mayakovsky participates in street party beggars. They bring him food: an iron herring from a sign, a huge golden roll, folds of yellow velvet. The poet asks to mend his soul and is going to dance in front of those gathered. The Man without an Ear, the Man without a Head and others are looking at him. A thousand-year-old man with cats encourages the crowd to pet dry and black cats in order to infuse electrical sparks into the wires and stir up the world. The old man considers things to be the enemies of people and argues with a man with a stretched lip, who believes that things have a different soul and must be loved. V. Mayakovsky, who joined the conversation, says that all people are just bells on God’s cap.
An ordinary young man is trying to warn those gathered against rash actions. He talks about many useful activities: he himself invented a machine for chopping cutlets, and his friend has been working on a trap for catching fleas for twenty-five years. Feeling growing anxiety, an ordinary young man begs people not to shed blood.
But thousands of feet strike the taut belly of the square. Those gathered want to erect a monument to red meat on the black granite of sin and vice, but soon forget about their intention. A man without an eye and a leg shouts that the old woman-time gave birth to a huge, crooked rebellion and all things rushed to throw off the rags of worn-out names.
The crowd declares V. Mayakovsky their prince. Women with knots bow to him. They bring their tears, tears and tears to the poet, offering to use them as beautiful shoe buckles.
The big, dirty man was given two kisses. He did not know what to do with them - they could not be used instead of galoshes, and the man gave up unnecessary kisses. And suddenly they came to life, began to grow, and rage. The man hanged himself. And while he was hanging, the factories began to produce millions of kisses with the fleshy levers of their spanking lips. Kisses run to the poet, each of them brings a tear.
V. Mayakovsky is trying to explain to the crowd how difficult it is for him to live with pain. But the crowd demands that he take the mountain of collected tears to his God. Finally, the poet promises to throw these tears to the dark God of thunderstorms at the source of animal faith. He feels blessed, who has given his thoughts inhuman space. Sometimes it seems to him that he is a Dutch rooster or the King of Pskov. And sometimes he likes his own surname most - Vladimir Mayakovsky.
An extraordinary event occurred in the Dutch city of Rotterdam. Namely: having gathered in the square, the townspeople could observe the following picture: from the heavenly distance he fell to the ground balloon. Glued together from old newspapers, the ball was generally strange shape, resembling a cap turned upside down. Moreover, instead of a gondola, hanging from the fantastic machine was a huge hat with the widest brim, and many were willing to bet that they had seen it before. It undoubtedly belonged to the humble artisan Hans Pfaal, who mysteriously disappeared with three comrades five years ago.
The passenger was also unusual. The man's thickness did not correspond at all to his height and gave his entire figure an extremely absurd spherical appearance. The hands were enormous in size; Wrinkled and at the same time plump cheeks stood out on a face that lacked the slightest sign of ears.
When there were only about a hundred feet to the ground, the little man began to fuss, hastily pulled out a large morocco-bound notebook from his side pocket and threw it right at the feet of the burgomaster, who was watching what was happening. Considering the job done, the aeronaut threw half a dozen bags overboard, and soon the balloon, disappearing behind the clouds, disappeared forever from the amazed gaze of the Rotterdam residents.
Everyone's attention turned to notebook, who told amazing story Hans Pfaal.
Five years ago, Hans Pfaal, mired in debt and losing hope of paying them off, fell into despair and seriously decided to commit suicide in order to get rid of unbearable creditors. One day, wandering aimlessly through the most remote streets, he accidentally wandered into a second-hand bookstore and opened the first book he came across, which turned out to be a treatise on theoretical astronomy. The book made a huge impression on Pfaal, and he spent several days reading books on astronomy and mechanics, as if he was hatching some idea. And so it was. Tired of life on Earth, Hans Pfaal hoped to find peace on the Moon.
With the help of his wife and three creditors, who have sufficiently bored him, Pfaal prepares everything for departure. Moreover, he does not tell the creditors where he is flying, assuring only that this will serve to repay the debt, and he takes an oath from his wife to keep everything secret. When the balloon is finally ready to fly, Pfaal and three creditors fill it at night in a remote place with a gas that has never been tested by anyone (Pfaal does not reveal the name). With a cunning maneuver, he distracts the attention of creditors, cuts the ropes connecting the balloon to the earth's surface, and, jumping into the basket, says goodbye to the Earth forever.
It should be noted that Pfaal did not start the journey in the most suitable position for a long journey. When the ball rose into the air, there was a deafening explosion (as a result of which three of Pfaal’s “comrades” were killed), and Pfaal, unable to stay in the basket, fell out. Fortunately, his legs got entangled in the nets, and he only hung upside down (after flying, however, in this position for a fairly long period of time), otherwise his initial desire to end his life would certainly have been crowned with success. By morning, Pfaal finally climbed into the basket and, having examined the ball, was convinced that it was in in perfect order. The ball continued to rise with sufficient speed and soon the traveler found himself behind the clouds.
Constantly experiencing attacks of suffocation, Pfaal was forced to begin setting up the condenser. By this time he had reached a sufficient height - a magnificent view opened up from here. To the west, to the north and to the south, as far as the eye could reach, stretched the endless expanse of the ocean, acquiring a brighter blue hue every minute. Great Britain loomed in the east, Atlantic coast France and Spain and part of the northern edge of the African continent.
At first, Pfaal was surprised by the apparent concavity earth's surface, but, after thinking, he realized that he had not yet reached the height when the visual illusion would disappear.
Pfaal's first night in the air undoubtedly left much to be desired. In order not to completely suffocate, he had to fill his chamber once an hour (that’s the only way to call the room he built himself from rubber burlap) with rarefied air, which, drawn in through the condenser tube, condensed and became breathable. To wake up exactly every hour, the wise Pfaal built contraption, which in right time poured a few drops of cold water on his head.
So day after day he approached the Moon. The Earth became further and further away, and more and more clearly he distinguished the contours of the night satellite of his native planet. No signs of water or land were visible, only dull, changeable spots and tropical equatorial belt.
On the nineteenth day of his flight, Hans Pfaal successfully completed his journey - without a doubt the most unusual and most remarkable of all journeys ever made, undertaken or conceived by the inhabitants of the Earth.
At the end of his message, Pfaal reports that he can tell the Astronomical Society many interesting information- about the climate of the moon, about strange fluctuations in temperature, about the constant movement of moisture, about the population, its customs, morals, political institutions; about special physical organization the local inhabitants, about their ugliness, lack of ears; about their method of communication, replacing the gift of speech, which the lunar inhabitants are deprived of. For this and other information that he is silent about, Hans Pfaal demands a reward, as well as forgiveness for the murder of three creditors.
Concluding the message, Pfaal informs the public that the letter will be delivered to them by a resident of the Moon.
In the note, the publisher warns gullible readers: they should not take for granted the inventions of Pfaal, who demonstrates rich imagination and undeniable wit in his writing.
The poem begins with a description summer day at the dacha: At one hundred and forty suns the sunset was blazing, summer was rolling into July, there was heat, the heat was floating - it was at the dacha. Further lines of the poem describe the location of the village: it was located under the hillock of Pushkino, which “hunched like a shark mountain,” while behind the village there was a hole into which “probably the sun descended every time,” only to rise again the next day. Lyrical hero this made the poem angry. And one day, so angry that everything faded in fear, I shouted point-blank to the sun: “Get off! Enough of hanging around in hell!” I shouted to the sun: “Darmoed! You’re covered in the clouds, but here you don’t know either winter or summer, sit and draw posters!” I shouted to the sun: “Wait!” Listen, golden-eyed, why come in like that, doing nothing, come to me for tea!” And the sun responded to the poet’s call: ... a mass of sun tumbled in, tumbled in; catching her breath, she spoke in a deep voice: “I am driving back the lights for the first time since creation. Did you call me? Drive the tea, drive it, poet, jam!” The poet, embarrassed, nevertheless offered the guest a treat. Finally, the poet and his guest got to talking: About this, I’m talking about this, that Rosta is stuck, and the sun: “Okay, don’t worry, look at things simply! And you think it’s easy for me to shine. - Go, try it! “But you’re walking - you decided to walk, you’re walking - and you’re shining all the lights!” The luminary stayed with the poet until dark. And the sun revealed to the poet: “You and I, there are two of us, comrade!” Let's go, poet, let's look and sing to the world in the gray trash. I will pour out my sunshine, and you will pour out yours, in poetry.” And the poem ends with these lines: Shine always, shine everywhere, until the last days, shine - and no nails! This is my slogan and the sun! This poem belongs to the poems on the topic of poet and poetry. For authenticity, the poet calls specific place actions. The sun in this poem is a metaphorical image of the poet, and the poet calls to “shine always,//shine everywhere,” which he sees as the main purpose of the poet.
Mayakovsky is a writer who wrote a lot beautiful works, many of them were written in the post-revolutionary period. They have special fighting notes, notes of vocation. important role the poet and his work. Just the theme of poetry and the poet is well revealed in the poem An unusual adventure Makovsky at the dacha, according to which we have to do.
Mayakovsky wrote this unusual adventure in 1920. Working on the analysis of the writer’s poem, I would like to say that his work is somewhat similar to a fairy tale, to some kind of fantastic work, where the sun plays the role of one of the heroes. Its author puts on an inspired face.
Summer at the Mayakovsky dacha
The action takes place in the summer at the dacha. At the beginning of his work, the author, having found beautiful words, describes a sultry day in July. The hero often watched the sun, and then one fine day he realized how idle, aimless, easy life near the sun, which day after day rises and sets and does nothing else. Mayakovsky began to get angry at such a life of the sun, and, unable to bear it, turned to him with an angry tirade, calling the sun a parasite, a pampered creature. The hero invites the luminary to his place for tea. After their bold words, the hero was frightened, because the sun had indeed gone down and headed towards the house, demanding tea and jam.
The characters spend the entire evening talking, talking about how difficult their lives are. At the same time, the writer began to understand how difficult it is for the sun, which has no choice and has to get up every day and illuminate the earth, warm it, while he can always change his profession. The author realized how selfless the work of the sunshine is and it is such work that changes the world, such return can make life better and brighter.
In his work, the author touches on the theme of two suns - the sun of poetry and the sun of light, developing this theme to the end. Concluding his verse, the author recalls the double-barreled shotgun of the sun, where from one barrel it will pour sunlight, and on the other - poetry. And so, acting together, the heroes will replace each other and fulfill their calling. The poet will shed light with his poems, and the sun will illuminate the earth with its light. They will shine always and everywhere, and no nails. It is under this slogan that the heroes of Mayakovsky’s work An Extraordinary Adventure lived and will live, on which we are making an analysis. On such inviting notes, with such optimistic lines, Mayakovsky ends his adventure in the summer at the dacha.
Summing up in my work, and working on the analysis of the work An Extraordinary Adventure, I would like to note how important the work of each person is, how important it is to follow your calling and fulfill your mission with great dedication. At the same time, it doesn’t matter whether you are a writer or a hard worker from a village, it is important that we do our work in good faith, otherwise, the meaning of our existence will be lost.