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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”, behind the village - a hole into which the sun “probably descended every time,” only to rise again the next day. Lyrical hero this began to make the poem angry. And one day, so angry that everything faded in fear, I shouted point-blank to the sun: “Get off! Enough of wandering around in the heat!” I shouted to the sun: “Damot! You’re covered in the clouds, but here you don’t know any winters , no years, sit, draw posters! “I shouted to the sun: “Wait! Listen, golden-eyed, why come in like this, do nothing, come to me for tea!” And the sun responded to the poet’s call: ... a mass of suns tumbled in, tumbled in ; catching her breath, she spoke in a bass voice: “I’m turning 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 into a conversation: About this, I’m talking about this, that Rosta has eaten away, and the sun: “Okay, don’t worry, look at things simply! But for me, you think, it’s easy to shine.” - Go, try! “But you’re walking - you decided to walk, you’re walking - and you’re shining with both lights!” The luminary stayed with the poet until dark. And the sun said to the poet: “You and I, there are two of us, comrade! Let’s go, poet, let’s see the world in the gray trash. I will pour my sun, and you will pour yours, in poetry.” And the poem ends with these lines: Always shine , shine everywhere, until the last days of the Donetsk, shine - and no nails! This is my slogan and the sun! This poem refers to poems on the theme of the 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.
« An Extraordinary Adventure, who was with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha"
The poem “An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha” is dedicated to the theme of difficult but noble poetic work. Like most of V.V.’s works. Mayakovsky, it is built on dialogue and carries a pronounced journalistic beginning. Basic artistic technique V this work- parallelism: the life of the sun and creative path poet.
The rather long title of the poem, also equipped with a detailed subtitle that clearly specifies the location of the action, aims at a detailed story about the events that actually happened.
The poem opens with a dacha landscape, which is as unusual as the poet’s adventure stated in the title.
It opens with the expressive hyperbole “In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,” emphasizing the strength of the summer heat and at the same time setting the dynamics for the entire subsequent action of the work:
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
This is how an imaginary conflict is outlined in the work. Next, the cocky lyrical hero throws heavenly body desperate challenge:
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
The hero's remarks contain many colloquial and colloquial phrases. This gives his speech a familiar character. Having initially dared to communicate with the sun, a person seems to boast of his fearlessness. Then the sun finally responded to the challenge, the hero’s mood changes:
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
The poem (as well as the lyrics of V.V. Mayakovsky in general) has an extremely strong dramatic beginning. The fantastic action unfolds like an ordinary table scene: before us are two close comrades conducting an everyday conversation over a samovar. They (the poet and the sun) complain to each other about everyday problems and in the end they agree to join forces in a common cause:
You and me
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
in poetry.
At the same time, the “golden-faced sun” finally acquires human image: Not only does it carry on a leisurely conversation, but you can even pat it on the shoulder.
At the end of the poem, the abstract image of a common enemy is destroyed:
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
The work ends with an optimistic picture of the triumph of poetry and light, all that is most beautiful on earth.
Poetic metaphors help V.V. Mayakovsky combined fantastic and realistic plans for the artistic reflection of reality:
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
I will spread out in ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
The lyrical hero perceives the heavenly body as some kind of real being - the poet’s assistant. Both of them do one common thing - they bring light to the world.
V.V. Mayakovsky strove to be consistent in his views on art. This poem the poet echoes the problems with a number of his other works, dedicated to the topic poet and poetry.
The poem begins with a description of a 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. This began to anger the lyrical hero of the poem. 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 names a specific place of action. 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.
“An extraordinary adventure that Vladimir Mayakovsky had in the summer at the dacha” Vladimir Mayakovsky
(Pushkino. Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got 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:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive away, poet, jam!”
Tears from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Go try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and keep your lights on!”
They chatted like that until dark -
before former night that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
and no nails!
This is my slogan
and sun!
Analysis of Mayakovsky’s poem “An extraordinary adventure that happened to Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha”
Many of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s poems are famous for their amazing metaphorical nature. It was thanks to this simple technique that the author was able to create very imaginative works that can be compared with Russian folk tales. For example, the folk epic has a lot in common with the work “An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha,” which was written by the poet in the summer of 1920. The main character of this work is the sun, which the poet made into an animate creature. This is exactly how the heavenly body is depicted in fairy tales and legends, which gives life and warmth to the inhabitants of the earth. However, the author considered that the sun, which travels the same route across the sky every day, is a slacker and a parasite who simply has nothing to occupy itself with.
One day, watching how it “slowly and surely” descended beyond the village, Mayakovsky turned to the heavenly body with an angry speech, declaring that “it would have come to me for tea instead of coming in like this, doing nothing.” And - he himself turned out to be not happy with such an offer, since the sun really came to visit Mayakovsky, scorching him with its heat: “Did you call me? Drive the tea, drive it, poet, jam!” As a result, the heavenly and poetic luminaries spent the whole night at the same table, complaining to each other about how difficult their lives were. And Mayakovsky realized that he could at any moment abandon his poems and change his pen, for example, to an ordinary plane. However, the sun is deprived of this opportunity, and every day it needs to rise and illuminate the earth. Against the backdrop of the revelations of the heavenly guest, the author felt very uncomfortable and realized that only such selfless work could truly change this world, make it brighter and cleaner.
In the final part of the poem " An unusual adventure“Mayakovsky encourages every person not only to follow his calling, but also to carry out any task with maximum dedication. Otherwise, the meaning of existence is simply lost. After all, people come into this world with a specific mission, which is to “always shine, shine everywhere until the last days.” Therefore, there is no point in complaining about fatigue and complaining that someone is destined to have an easier time. life path. Taking an example from his guest, Mayakovsky declares: “Shine - and no nails! This is my slogan – and the sun!” And this simple phrase emphasizes how important Each of us has a job, be it a poet or an ordinary village worker.
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 Rotterdamites.
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.