Frost and cold, a wonderful day. Alexander Pushkin - Winter morning (Frost and sun; wonderful day): Verse

Painting by Gustav Courbet "The Outskirts of a Village in Winter"

Through the wavy mists
The moon creeps in
To the sad meadows
She sheds a sad light.

On the winter, boring road
Three greyhounds are running,
Single bell
It rattles tiresomely.

Something sounds familiar
In the coachman's long songs:
That reckless revelry
That's heartbreak...

Painting by Nikolai Krymov "Winter Evening"

IT WAS AUTUMN WEATHER THAT YEAR

That year the weather was autumn
She stood in the yard for a long time.
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting,
Snow only fell in January
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatiana saw in the window
In the morning the yard turned white,
Curtains, roofs and fences,
There are light patterns on the glass,
Trees in winter silver,
Forty merry ones in the yard
And softly carpeted mountains
Winter is a brilliant carpet.
Everything is bright, everything sparkles all around.

Painting by Arkady Plastov "First Snow"

WHAT A NIGHT! CRACKING FROST

What a night! Frost is bitter,
There is not a single cloud in the sky;
Like an embroidered canopy, a blue vault
Replete with frequent stars.
Everything in the houses is dark. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
People are buried everywhere;
Both the noise and the shout of the trade died down;
As soon as the yard guard barks
Yes, the chain rattles loudly.

And all of Moscow is sleeping peacefully...

Konstantin Yuon "End of Winter. Midday"

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.

The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.

Ban the brown filly?

The poem “Winter Morning” was written by A.S. Pushkin on November 3, 1829 during his exile in the village of Mikhailovskoye.
“Winter morning” Pushkin analysis
Genre: landscape lyrics.
Main theme: The leading theme is directly the theme of the winter morning, the theme of the beauty of Russian nature in winter.
Idea: A.S. Pushkin sought in his poem “Winter Morning” to show the beauty of the Russian winter, its greatness and strength, which generate a joyful mood in the reader’s soul.
Lyrical plot of the poem “Winter Morning”

The plot of the lyrical work is weakened. The poem is based on contemplation of nature, which became the impulse for lyrical experience.
Composition of the verse “Winter Morning”

Throughout the entire storyline, linear composition prevails. The poem consists of five six-line lines (sextines). In the first stanza, the author clearly admires the frosty Russian winter and invites his companion to take a walk on such a beautiful, sunny day:
“Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Appear as the star of the north!”
The mood of the second stanza is opposite to the previous mood. This part of the poem is constructed using the technique of antithesis, that is, opposition. A.S. Pushkin turns to the past, remembers that just yesterday nature was rampant and indignant:
“Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad..."
And now? Everything is completely different. This is absolutely confirmed by the following lines of the poem:
"Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies...";
"The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated..."
Undoubtedly, there are notes of contrast here that give the work a certain sophistication:
“It’s nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Should I ban the brown filly?
The meter of the verse “Winter Morning”: iambic tetrameter.
Rhyme of the verse “Winter Morning”: Mixed rhyme; character of rhyme: exact; the first two lines are female, the third is male, the fourth and fifth are female, the sixth is male.
Means of expressiveness of the verse “Winter Morning”

Positively colored epithets: “lovely friend”, “wonderful day”, “magnificent carpets”, “transparent forest”, “cheerful crackling”, “amber shine”, “dear friend”, “dear shore”.
Negatively colored epithets: “cloudy sky”, “gloomy clouds”, “you sat sadly”, “empty fields”.
Thus, positively colored epithets are designed to create a joyful mood in the reader’s soul.
Metaphor: “the moon turned yellow.”
Personification: “the blizzard was angry,” “the darkness was rushing.”
Simile: “The moon is like a pale spot.”
Anaphora:
“And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.”
Rhetorical exclamation: “Frost and sun; wonderful day!”
Rhetorical appeal: “dear friend”, “adorable friend”, “beauty”.
Alliteration: in the first stanza the consonant sound “s” is repeated repeatedly (sounds of a winter morning); in the second stanza the consonant sound “l” is repeated (this gives a feeling of cold, frost).
The poem “Winter Morning” is one of the most famous of all the writer’s works. This poem begins with a very enthusiastic and emotional exclamation: “Frost and sun; wonderful day!” After this, the hero immediately turns to his beloved, calling her with warm and gentle words “beauty”, “lovely friend”, thereby showing his respect and reverent respect for her. After this, with a certain sequence, there is a description of two landscapes. First, “the blizzard was angry,” “the darkness was rushing,” and then “the snow lies,” “the river glitters under the ice.”
With the help of contrast, A.S. Pushkin even more clearly emphasizes the extraordinary beauty of a winter morning. This also conveys the mood of the hero, so this poem can be called lyrical. The bright and enthusiastic images of the morning that the author writes about closely resonate with the theme of love. The picture of a “frosty winter morning” can be compared with the feelings of a hero in love.
This poem is also interesting because it can be imagined. This is possible because the poem contains many adjectives that describe the delights of nature in great detail. Perhaps this makes the poem “Winter Morning” even more contrasting. This conclusion can also be drawn based on the interesting syllable of the poem. A.S. Pushkin also uses a lot of figurative language (metaphor, epithets, hyperbole, comparison).
Thus, I can say with confidence that A.S. Pushkin’s poem “Winter Morning” exudes some kind of freshness, coolness and cheerfulness. The poem is read in one breath, since all the words here are quite simple and understandable. True, the last, fourth stanza is not so easy to read. This is due to the fact that A.S. Pushkin completed this poem with the help of a complex epithet.

Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Frost and sun; wonderful day! You are still dozing, lovely friend - It’s time, beauty, wake up: Open your eyes closed with bliss Towards the northern Aurora, Appear as the Star of the North! In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry, there was darkness in the cloudy sky; The moon, like a pale spot, turned yellow through the gloomy clouds, And you sat sad - And now... look out the window: Under the blue skies Magnificent carpets, Glistening in the sun, the snow lies; The transparent forest alone turns black, And the spruce turns green through the frost, And the river glitters under the ice. The whole room is illuminated with an amber shine. The flooded stove crackles with a cheerful sound. It's nice to think by the bed. But you know: shouldn’t we tell the brown filly to be banned from the sled? Sliding through the morning snow, dear friend, let us indulge in the running of the impatient horse and visit the empty fields, the forests that were recently so dense, and the shore that is dear to me.

“Winter Morning” is one of Pushkin’s brightest and most joyful works. The poem is written in iambic tetrameter, which Pushkin resorted to quite often in those cases when he wanted to give his poems special sophistication and lightness.

From the first lines, the duet of frost and sun creates an unusually festive and optimistic mood. To enhance the effect, the poet builds his work on contrast, mentioning that just yesterday “the blizzard was angry” and “darkness rushed across the cloudy sky.” Perhaps each of us is very familiar with such metamorphoses, when in the midst of winter endless snowfalls are replaced by a sunny and clear morning filled with silence and inexplicable beauty.

On days like these, it’s simply a sin to sit at home, no matter how comfortably the fire crackles in the fireplace. Especially if outside the window there are amazingly beautiful landscapes - a river glistening under the ice, forests and meadows dusted with snow, which resemble a snow-white blanket woven by someone’s skillful hand.

Each line of the verse is literally permeated with freshness and purity, as well as admiration and admiration for the beauty of his native land, which never ceases to amaze the poet at any time of the year. There is no pretentiousness or restraint in the verse, but at the same time, each line is imbued with warmth, grace and harmony. In addition, simple joys in the form of a sleigh ride bring true happiness and help to fully experience the greatness of Russian nature, changeable, luxurious and unpredictable. Even in the contrasting description of bad weather, which is intended to emphasize the freshness and brightness of a sunny winter morning, there is no usual concentration of colors: a snow storm is presented as a fleeting phenomenon that is not able to darken the expectations of a new day filled with majestic calm.

At the same time, the author himself never ceases to be amazed at such dramatic changes that occurred in just one night. It’s as if nature itself acted as the tamer of an insidious blizzard, forcing her to change her anger to mercy and, thereby, giving people an amazingly beautiful morning, filled with frosty freshness, the creaking of fluffy snow, the ringing silence of silent snowy plains and the charm of the sun’s rays shimmering with all colors rainbows in frosty window patterns.

Poems by A.S. Pushkin about winter - an excellent way to look at snowy and cold weather with different eyes, to see in it the beauty that gray everyday life and dirty streets hide from us. It was not for nothing that they said that nature has no bad weather.

Painting by Viktor Grigorievich Tsyplakov “Frost and Sun”

WINTER MORNING

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.

The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Harness the brown filly?

Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Painting by Alexey Savrasov "Courtyard. Winter"

WINTER EVENING

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.

Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?

Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.

Painting by Alexey Savrasov "Winter Road"

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up...

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The winter sorceress is coming,
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.

Painting by Gustav Courbet "The Outskirts of a Village in Winter"

WINTER!... PEASANT TRIUMPHANT... (Excerpt from the poem "Eugene Onegin")

Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood he renews the path;
His horse smells the snow,
Trotting along somehow;
Fluffy reins exploding,
The daring carriage flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Having planted a bug in the sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man has already frozen his finger:
It's both painful and funny to him,
And his mother threatens him through the window.

Painting by Isaac Brodsky "Winter"

WINTER ROAD

Through the wavy mists
The moon creeps in
To the sad meadows
She sheds a sad light.

On the winter, boring road
Three greyhounds are running,
Single bell
It rattles tiresomely.

Something sounds familiar
In the coachman's long songs:
That reckless revelry
That's heartbreak...

Painting by Nikolai Krymov "Winter Evening"

IT WAS AUTUMN WEATHER THAT YEAR

That year the weather was autumn
She stood in the yard for a long time.
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting,
Snow only fell in January
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatiana saw in the window
In the morning the yard turned white,
Curtains, roofs and fences,
There are light patterns on the glass,
Trees in winter silver,
Forty merry ones in the yard
And softly carpeted mountains
Winter is a brilliant carpet.
Everything is bright, everything sparkles all around.