"My uncle is the most fair rules» A.S. Pushkin.
analysis of stanza 1 of “Eugene Onegin”
Again, “Without thinking of amusing the proud light/Loving the attention of friendship”
And on the poet's birthday
a gift to those who love him
and knows.
One of the most famous stanzas in the world is the beginning of Eugene Onegin.
The first stanza of Onegin worried many literary scholars. They say that S. Bondi could talk about her for several hours. Sparks of wit, greatness of mind, grandeur of erudition - it is impossible for us to compete with all this.
But I'm a director by profession.
And to talk about this mysterious stanza, about which so many critical copies have been broken, I will take our director’s theatrical method - the method of effective analysis.
Is it permissible to judge literature using theater methods? But let's see.
First, let’s find out what is clear to us in stanza 1, and what, as they said in the times of the TSA, is shrouded in mystery.
My uncle has the most honest rules;
When I seriously fell ill,
He forced himself to respect
And I couldn't think of anything better.
His example is a lesson to others;
But, my God, what a bore
To sit with the patient day and night,
Without leaving a single step!...
So, main character galloping somewhere, simultaneously washing the bones of his uncle, who forced him to hastily take off and rush to his estate.
It’s interesting to know whether EO condemns his uncle or praises him?
“The most honest rules” - i.e. acts as is customary, as expected ( stable expression in Pushkin's times). Grinev is also a hero of “fair rules”, i.e. guarding his honor. Many authors quote famous phrase I. Krylova “The donkey had the most honest rules.” But she is hardly related to the character: Onegin’s uncle is not an ass at all, but a direct object to be imitated (Eugene’s own opinion).
“His example is a lesson to others”; “I couldn’t think of anything better” - i.e. everyone should act like their uncle. (Let's take it as truth for now.)
What did your uncle do that was so unusual? What does the younger generation value so highly about him?
He “forced himself to be respected.” This phrase is so blurred that we stubbornly see in it only the beautiful verb “respect”, without seeing the semantic connection with another verb - “forced”. Forced! Here it is!
How can a freedom-loving, independent EO have a positive attitude towards the idea of “forcing” someone?! Has he ever been forced to do anything in his life? Can the very fact of coercion exist in the system of his moral values?
Let's figure out what the uncle made his nephew do?
Just come to his village to say goodbye.
Is there a spiritual connection between them?
Does EO want to rush to his uncle?
Why is he doing this?
The answer for the 19th century is obvious: because in case of disobedience he could be disinherited. The owners of the inheritance also know how to perform the wrong tricks. I would refer to famous chapters from “War and Peace”, telling about the death of the old Count Bezukhov, but in our time we know even better stories.
EO, who had recently lost his father - and his inheritance along with him - is forced to accept his uncle's conditions. He has no other sources of life. Don't serve, really! This polished dandy, socialite EO does not know how to do this at all. Not brought up that way.
But EO also condemns the pressure that his uncle puts on him. And, not having any kindred feelings for him, EO thinks with longing about the boredom that awaits him there, calling the forced sucking up to a dying rich relative “low deceit.”
Whatever EO may be, low deceit is not characteristic of him in the slightest. Pushkin spares the hero. Arriving in the village, EO finds his uncle “on the table/ As a ready-made tribute to the land.” The sucking up is gone. You don’t have to bend down and be mean, but boldly enter into inheritance of the estate...
TO BE CONTINUED.
An excerpt from the novel in verse Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin.
My uncle has the most honest rules,
When I seriously fell ill,
He forced himself to respect
And I couldn't think of anything better.
His example to others is science;
But, my God, what a bore
To sit with the patient day and night,
Without leaving a single step!
What low deceit
To amuse the half-dead,
Adjust his pillows
It's sad to bring medicine,
Sigh and think to yourself:
When will the devil take you!
Analysis of “My uncle has the most honest rules” - the first stanza of Eugene Onegin
In the first lines of the novel, Pushkin describes Uncle Onegin. He took the phrase “the most honest rules” from Krylov’s fable “The Donkey and the Man.” Comparing his uncle with a character from a fable, the poet hints that his “honesty” was only a cover for cunning and resourcefulness. Uncle knew how to skillfully adapt to public opinion and, without arousing any suspicion, carry out their dark deeds. Thus he deserved good name and respect.
My uncle's serious illness became another reason to attract attention. The line “I couldn’t have come up with a better idea” reveals the idea that even from an illness that can cause death, Onegin’s uncle tries (and succeeds) to derive practical benefit. Those around him are sure that he fell ill due to a neglectful attitude towards his health for the benefit of his neighbors. This apparent selfless service to people becomes a reason for even greater respect. But he is unable to deceive his nephew, who knows all the ins and outs. Therefore, there is irony in Eugene Onegin’s words about illness.
In the line “science is his example to others,” Pushkin again uses irony. Representatives high society in Russia they always made a sensation out of their illness. This was mainly due to issues of inheritance. A crowd of heirs gathered around the dying relatives. They tried in every possible way to gain the favor of the patient in the hope of reward. The dying man's merits and his supposed virtue were loudly proclaimed. This is the situation that the author uses as an example.
Onegin is the heir of his uncle. By right of close kinship, he is obliged to spend “day and night” at the patient’s bedside and provide him with any assistance. The young man understands that he must do this if he does not want to lose his inheritance. Do not forget that Onegin is just a “young rake.” In his sincere reflections, he expresses real feelings, which are aptly designated by the phrase “low deceit.” And he, and his uncle, and everyone around him understands why his nephew does not leave the dying man’s bed. But the real meaning is covered with a false veneer of virtue. Onegin is incredibly bored and disgusted. There is only one phrase constantly on his tongue: “When will the devil take you!”
The mention of the devil, and not God, further emphasizes the unnaturalness of Onegin’s experiences. In reality, uncle's "fair rules" do not deserve heavenly life. Everyone around him, led by Onegin, is eagerly awaiting his death. Only by doing this will he render a real invaluable service to society.
From school I remember the first stanza from “Eugene Onegin” by A.S. Pushkin.
The novel is written extremely simply, with impeccable rhyme and classic iambic tetrameter. Moreover, each stanza of this novel is a sonnet. You, of course, know that the stanza in which this work of Pushkin is written is called “Onegin”. But the first stanza seemed so classical to me and, as it were, applicable to the presentation of almost any topic, that I tried to write a poem using the rhyme of this stanza, i.e. last words each line, maintaining the same rhythm.
To remind the reader, I first quote the indicated stanza by Pushkin, and then my poem.
My uncle has the most honest rules,
When I seriously fell ill,
He forced himself to respect
And I couldn't think of anything better.
His example to others is science,
But, my God, what a bore
Sitting with the patient day and night
Without leaving a single step.
What low deceit
To amuse the half-dead,
Adjust his pillows
It's sad to bring medicine,
Sigh and think to yourself,
When will the devil take you?
Love has no special rules
You just took it and got sick.
Suddenly, someone's gaze made me hurt,
Or a kiss could force you.
Love is a complex science
And this is joy, not boredom,
Tormenting day and night,
Without leaving your heart.
Love is capable of deceit
The game can amuse
And correct the outcome of wars,
Or your melancholy may be a cure.
Don’t waste yourself on this search,
She will find you herself.
07 April 2010
Once upon a time, I found on the Internet entertaining game- collective writing of a sonnet. Very funny. And, after writing the above poem, the idea occurred to me to suggest to you, dear readers, a poetic game - write sonnets using the last words of the lines of the first stanza of “Eugene Onegin”
Good exercise for the brain.
But I was tormented by doubts: is it possible to do this? That is, there are limits specific words, limiting the topic.
I again wrote down the last words in the column and, after re-reading them, for some reason I remembered “At the Last Line” by V. Pikul. Probably because of the words: forced, deceit, medicine. I thought a little and wrote this:
Rasputin Grishka lived without rules,
Suffered from hypnosis since childhood
And he forced me to go to bed with him
Half Peter and could have done more.
I didn't like this science
To husbands whose wives were tormented by boredom.
They decided one night
Let the spirit go away from the old man.
After all, the scoundrel invented deceit
To amuse yourself with debauchery:
To improve the health of the ladies,
Giving carnal medicine.
Know that if you let yourself go into fornication,
Then the poison in Madeira is waiting for you.
April 14, 2010
But even after that I had doubts - a feeling of being impossible to describe any topic. And with a laugh I asked myself: For example, how to present a simple nursery rhyme"My geese, my geese." I wrote out the last words again. It turned out that verbs are related to nouns male. Well, well, to say about grandma, I entered new character- grandfather. And this is what happened:
Reading the list of village rules,
Grandfather fell ill with poultry farming.
He forced grandma to buy it
Two geese. But he could do it himself.
Herding geese is a science
He was tormented as if by boredom
And, having made the night darker,
The geese swam away in a puddle.
The grandmother is moaning - this is deceit,
The geese won't amuse
And improve your mood,
After all, their cackling is medicine for the soul.
Remember the moral - please yourself
Only what makes you happy.
April 21, 2010
Having put aside the thought of posting these poems, I somehow thought about our fleeting life, about the fact that in the quest to earn money, people often lose their souls and decided to write a poem, but, remembering my idea, without a shadow of a doubt, I expressed my thoughts with the same rhyme. And this is what happened:
One of the rules dictates life:
Are you healthy or sick?
The pragmatic age forced everyone
Run so that everyone can survive.
Science is in a hurry to develop
And, having forgotten what boredom means,
Pushes business day and night
Away from old technologies.
But there is deceit in this running:
Success will only begin to amuse -
Rigidity will correct you,
This is medicine for Mephistopheles.
He will give you good luck, but for yourself,
He will take the soul out of you.
June 09, 2010
So, I invite everyone to take part in writing poems with Pushkin’s rhyme from the indicated stanza of “Eugene Onegin”. The first condition is any topic; second - strict adherence to Pushkin's rhythm and line length: third - of course, decent eroticism is allowed, but please, without vulgarity.
For ease of reading, with your consent, I will copy your poems below with a link to your page.
Unregistered readers can also participate. On my first page at this address: there is a line: “send a letter to the author.” Write from your email and I will definitely answer you. And, with your consent, I can also place your verse below, under your name.
The final point of our game is the publication of a book for the anniversary of A.S. Pushkin entitled “My Uncle of the Most Honest Rules.” This can be done within the framework of almanacs published by the site owners, or separately. I can take over the organization.
The minimum is to collect fifty poems, one per page. The result will be a collection of 60 pages.
With respect to everyone.
Yuri Bashara
P.S. Below I publish the participants of the game:
God wrote us 10 rules,
But if you feel sick,
He forced them all to break,
And I couldn't think of anything better.
Love according to God is only a science.
There is such boredom in His paradise -
Sit under the tree day and night,
Don't take a step away from your neighbor.
Step to the left - see - deceit,
Be fruitful - to amuse Him.
We will correct God
Walking to the left is our medicine,
We write covenants for ourselves,
And - the main thing: I want you.
Love has few rules
But without love you would get sick.
And with the unloved, who would force
To live you? Could you?
Let the girls have science:
Oh, my God, what boredom
Spend day and night with him,
After all, children, duty, will you go away?
Isn't this deceit?
To amuse him at night,
Adjust pillows at night,
And before that, take medicine?
Is it not a sin to forget yourself?
Oh, this is terrible for you...
But suddenly I suddenly fell ill,
He himself forced the apprentices
Put it in a jug! Could
There was boredom in the jug,
Dark as a northern night
And I wouldn’t mind getting out,
But here's a cruel trick:
No one can amuse
And correct his posture.
I would like to release myself from the darkness,
And Jean asks you about it.
Life has one rule:
Anyone, at least once, fell ill
With a feeling of love and forced
Himself to go to any lengths that I could.
And if the Testament is not science for you,
You are betrayed by your boredom
Can push, day and night.
Both God and the rules are gone.
That’s not love, that’s deceit,
Here the devil will amuse
Correct God's laws
Giving false medicine.
All these are stories for yourself,
God will punish you for everything.
Laziness will kill a quitter outside the rules,
Since he was sick of her,
How Rye forced her to eat it,
I could have failed at work faster than I could.
And here's what science tells us:
Not only failures, but boredom
Punishes us day and night -
Others' luck is ruined.
Laziness is the daughter of wealth - that’s deceit,
Mother of poverty, to amuse
Your wallet will begin to improve,
Giving medicine to idleness.
You can only console yourself with idleness,
Laziness is undoubtedly waiting for you.
Reviews
Amused and infected:
...
Once upon a time, Jin ruled the country,
But suddenly I suddenly fell ill,
He himself forced the apprentices
Put it in a jug! Could
Only the smartest. Science for everyone
There was boredom in the jug,
Dark as a northern night
And I wouldn’t mind getting out,
But here's a cruel trick:
No one can amuse
And correct his posture.
And to warm up there is medicine.
I would like to release myself from the darkness,
And Jean asks you about it.
My uncle has the most honest rules,
When I seriously fell ill,
He forced himself to respect
And I couldn't think of anything better.
His example to others is science;
But, my God, what a bore
To sit with the patient day and night,
Without leaving a single step!
What low deceit
To amuse the half-dead,
Adjust his pillows
It's sad to bring medicine,
Sigh and think to yourself:
When will the devil take you!
Analysis of “My uncle has the most honest rules” - the first stanza of Eugene Onegin
In the first lines of the novel, Pushkin describes Uncle Onegin. The phrase “the most honest rules” was taken by him from. Comparing his uncle with a character from a fable, the poet hints that his “honesty” was only a cover for cunning and resourcefulness. Uncle knew how to skillfully adapt to public opinion and, without arousing any suspicion, carry out his shady deeds. Thus he earned a good name and respect.
My uncle's serious illness became another reason to attract attention. The line “I couldn’t have come up with a better idea” reveals the idea that even from an illness that can cause death, Onegin’s uncle tries (and succeeds) to derive practical benefit. Those around him are sure that he fell ill due to a neglectful attitude towards his health for the benefit of his neighbors. This apparent selfless service to people becomes a reason for even greater respect. But he is unable to deceive his nephew, who knows all the ins and outs. Therefore, there is irony in Eugene Onegin’s words about illness.
In the line “science is his example to others,” Pushkin again uses irony. Representatives of high society in Russia have always made a sensation out of their illness. This was mainly due to issues of inheritance. A crowd of heirs gathered around the dying relatives. They tried in every possible way to gain the favor of the patient in the hope of reward. The dying man's merits and his supposed virtue were loudly proclaimed. This is the situation that the author uses as an example.
Onegin is the heir of his uncle. By right of close kinship, he is obliged to spend “day and night” at the patient’s bedside and provide him with any assistance. The young man understands that he must do this if he does not want to lose his inheritance. Do not forget that Onegin is just a “young rake.” In his sincere reflections, he expresses real feelings, which are aptly designated by the phrase “low deceit.” And he, and his uncle, and everyone around him understands why his nephew does not leave the dying man’s bed. But the real meaning is covered with a false veneer of virtue. Onegin is incredibly bored and disgusted. There is only one phrase constantly on his tongue: “When will the devil take you!”
The mention of the devil, and not God, further emphasizes the unnaturalness of Onegin’s experiences. In reality, the uncle’s “fair rules” do not deserve a heavenly life. Everyone around him, led by Onegin, is eagerly awaiting his death. Only by doing this will he render a real invaluable service to society.