Poems by A.S. Pushkin about winter - excellent remedy to look at the 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 fields are empty,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
Painting by Alexey Savrasov "Courtyard. Winter"
WINTER EVENING
Storm of darkness the sky covers,
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
Poor youth mine,
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.
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?
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 storyline Linear composition predominates. 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 visual arts 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 using 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, 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?
Ban 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.
Analysis of the poem “Winter Morning” by Pushkin
The poem “Winter Morning” is brilliant lyrical work Pushkin. It was written in 1829, when the poet had already been released from exile.
“Winter Morning” refers to the poet’s works dedicated to the quiet idyll of village life. The poet always treated the Russian people and Russian nature with deep trepidation. Love for the Motherland and native language was an innate quality of Pushkin. He conveyed this feeling with great skill in his works.
The poem begins with a line known to almost everyone: “Frost and sun; wonderful day!” From the first lines, the author creates a magical picture of a clear winter day. Lyrical hero greets his beloved - “adorable friend.” The amazing transformation of nature that took place overnight is revealed through a sharp contrast: “the blizzard was angry”, “the darkness was rushing” - “the spruce is turning green”, “the river is shining”. Changes in nature, according to the poet, will definitely affect a person’s mood. He invites his “sad beauty” to look out the window and feel the splendor of the morning landscape.
Pushkin liked to live in the village, away from the noisy bustle of the city. He describes the simple everyday joys. A person needs little to be happy: a cozy house with a hot stove and the presence of his beloved woman. A sleigh ride can be a particular pleasure. The poet strives to admire the fields and forests so dear to him, to evaluate the changes that have occurred to them. The charm of a walk is given by the presence of a “dear friend” with whom you can share your joy and delight.
Pushkin is considered one of the founders of the modern Russian language. “Winter Morning” is one of the small but important building blocks in this matter. The poem is written simply and in clear language. Iambic tetrameter, which the poet loved so much, is ideal for describing the beauty of the landscape. The work is imbued with extraordinary purity and clarity. Main expressive means are numerous epithets. To the past sad day include: “cloudy”, “pale”, “gloomy”. A real joyful day is “magnificent”, “transparent”, “amber”. The central comparison of the poem is dedicated to the beloved woman - the “star of the north.”
There is no hidden philosophical meaning in the poem, no omissions or allegories. Not using beautiful phrases and expressions, Pushkin painted a magnificent picture that cannot leave anyone indifferent.
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?
Ban 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.
Fear is yours best friend and your worst enemy. It's like fire. You control the fire - and you can cook with it. You lose control over it, and it will burn everything around and kill you.
Until you yourself have learned to raise the sun into the heavens every morning, until you know where to direct lightning or how to create a hippopotamus, do not presume to judge how God rules the world - be silent and listen.
A person, in any guise,
Everyone dreams of finding a place in the sun.
And having enjoyed the light and warmth,
He begins to look for sunspots.
One fine day you will come to your place, take that same wine, but it doesn’t taste good, it’s uncomfortable to sit and you’re a completely different person.
Smile when there are clouds in the sky.
Smile when there is bad weather in your soul.
Smile and you will immediately feel better.
Smile, because you are someone’s happiness!
And a new day is like a clean leaf,
You decide for yourself: what, where, when...
Start it with good thoughts, friend,
And then everything will work out in life!
Let's just be. No promises needed. Don't expect the impossible. You will be with me, and I will be with you. Let's just have each other. Silently. Quiet. And for real!!!
When your face is cold and bored,
When you live in irritation and argument,
You don't even know what a torment you are
And you don’t even know how sad you are.When are you kinder than the blue in the sky,
And in the heart there is light, and love, and participation,
You don't even know what song you are
And you don’t even know how lucky you are!
I can sit by the window for hours and watch how snowing. The best thing is to look through the thick snow at the light, for example at Street light. Or leave the house so that the snow falls on you. This is it, a miracle. By human hands this cannot be created.