“Winter Evening” Alexander Pushkin
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.
Analysis of Pushkin’s poem “Winter Evening”
The period to which the writing of the poem “Winter Evening” dates back to is one of the most difficult in the life of Alexander Pushkin. In 1824, the poet achieved his return from southern exile, but did not suspect that an even more serious test awaited him. Instead of Moscow and St. Petersburg, Pushkin was allowed to live in the family estate Mikhailovskoye, where his entire family was at that time. However, the most terrible blow awaited the poet when it turned out that his father had decided to take over the functions of the overseer. It was Sergei Lvovich Pushkin who checked all his son’s correspondence and controlled his every step. Moreover, he constantly provoked the poet in the hope that a major family quarrel in front of witnesses would make it possible to send his son to prison. Such strained and complex relationships with the family, which actually betrayed the poet, forced Pushkin to leave Mikhailovskoye several times under various plausible pretexts and stay for long periods on neighboring estates.
The situation defused only towards the end of autumn, when Pushkin’s parents nevertheless decided to leave Mikhailovskoye and returned to Moscow. A few months later, in the winter of 1825, the poet wrote his famous poem “Winter Evening”, in the lines of which you can catch shades of hopelessness and relief, melancholy and hope for a better life at the same time.
This work begins with a very vivid and figurative description of a snow storm, which “covers the sky with darkness,” as if cutting off the poet from the entire outside world. This is exactly how Pushkin feels under house arrest in Mikhailovsky, which he can leave only after agreement with the supervisory department, and even then not for long. However, driven to despair by forced confinement and loneliness, the poet perceives the storm as an unexpected guest, who sometimes cries like a child, sometimes howls like a wild animal, rustles straw on the roof and knocks on the window like a belated traveler.
However, the poet is not alone on the family estate. Next to him is his beloved nanny and nurse, Arina Rodionovna, who continues to take care of her pupil with the same devotion and selflessness. Her company brightens up the gray winter days of the poet, who notices every little detail in the appearance of his confidante, calling her “my old lady.” Pushkin understands that the nanny treats him like her own son, so she worries about his fate and tries to help the poet with wise advice. He likes to listen to her songs and watch the spindle deftly sliding in the hands of this no longer young woman. But the dull winter landscape outside the window and the snow storm, so similar to the storm in the poet’s soul, do not allow him to fully enjoy this idyll, for which he has to pay with his own freedom. In order to somehow relieve the mental pain, the author turns to the nanny with the words: “Let’s have a drink, good friend of my poor youth.” The poet sincerely believes that this “will make the heart happier” and all everyday troubles will be left behind.
It is difficult to say how fair this statement was, but it is known that in 1826, after the new Emperor Nicholas I promised the poet his patronage, Pushkin voluntarily returned to Mikhailovskoye, where he lived for another month, enjoying the peace, quiet and autumn landscape outside the window. . Rural life clearly benefited the poet; he became more restrained and patient, and also began to take his own creativity more seriously and devote much more time to it. When the poet needed solitude, he did not have to think long about where to go. After his exile, Pushkin visited Mikhailovskoye several times, admitting that his heart remained forever in this dilapidated family estate, where he was always a long-awaited guest and could count on the support of the person closest to him - his nanny Arina Rodionovna.
The storm covers the sky with darkness, spinning snow whirlwinds; Then she will howl like an animal, Then she will cry like a child, Then she will suddenly rustle with straw on the dilapidated roof, Then, like a belated traveler, she will knock on our window. Our dilapidated shack is both sad and dark. Why are you, my old lady, silent at the window? Or are you, my friend, tired of the howling of the storm, or are you dozing under the buzz of Your spindle? Let's drink, good friend of my poor youth, Let's drink out of grief; where is the mug? The heart will be more cheerful. Sing me a song about how the tit lived quietly across the sea; Sing me a song like the girl went for water in the morning. The storm covers the sky with darkness, spinning snow whirlwinds; Then she will howl like a beast, then she will cry like a child. Let's drink, good friend of my poor youth, Let's drink out of grief: where is the mug? The heart will be more cheerful.
The poem “Winter Evening” was written during a difficult period of life. In 1824, Pushkin achieved his return from southern exile, but instead of Moscow and St. Petersburg, the poet was allowed to live on the family estate Mikhailovskoye, where his entire family was at that time. His father decided to take over the functions of the overseer, who checked all his son’s correspondence and controlled his every step. Moreover, he constantly provoked the poet in the hope that a major family quarrel in front of witnesses would make it possible to send his son to prison. Such strained and complex relationships with the family, which actually betrayed the poet, forced Pushkin to leave Mikhailovskoye several times under various plausible pretexts and stay for long periods on neighboring estates.
The situation defused only towards the end of autumn, when Pushkin’s parents nevertheless decided to leave Mikhailovskoye and returned to Moscow. A few months later, in the winter of 1825, Pushkin wrote his famous poem “Winter Evening”, in the lines of which you can catch shades of hopelessness and relief, melancholy and hope for a better life at the same time.
The verse begins with a very vivid and figurative description of a snow storm, which “covers the sky with darkness,” as if cutting off the poet from the entire outside world. This is exactly how Pushkin feels under house arrest in Mikhailovsky, which he can leave only after agreement with the supervisory department, and even then not for long. However, driven to despair by forced confinement and loneliness, the poet perceives the storm as an unexpected guest, who sometimes cries like a child, sometimes howls like a wild animal, rustles straw on the roof and knocks on the window like a belated traveler.
However, the poet is not alone on the family estate. Next to him is his beloved nanny and nurse, Arina Rodionovna. Her company brightens up the gray winter days of the poet, who notices every little detail in the appearance of his confidante, calling her “my old lady.” Pushkin understands that the nanny treats him like her own son, worries about his fate and tries to help with wise advice. He likes to listen to her songs and watch the spindle deftly sliding in the hands of this no longer young woman. But the dull winter landscape outside the window and the snow storm, so similar to the storm in the poet’s soul, do not allow him to fully enjoy this idyll, for which he has to pay with his own freedom. In order to somehow relieve the mental pain, the author turns to the nanny with the words: “Let’s have a drink, good friend of my poor youth.” The poet sincerely believes that this “will make the heart happier” and all everyday troubles will be left behind.
It is known that in 1826, after the new Emperor Nicholas I promised the poet his patronage, Pushkin voluntarily returned to Mikhailovskoye, where he lived for another month, enjoying the peace, quiet and autumn landscape outside the window. Rural life clearly benefited the poet; he became more restrained and patient, and also began to take his own creativity more seriously and devote much more time to it. After his exile, Pushkin visited Mikhailovskoye several times, admitting that his heart remained forever in this dilapidated family estate, where he was always a long-awaited guest and could count on the support of the person closest to him - his nanny Arina Rodionovna.
The storm covers the sky with darkness, spinning snow whirlwinds; Then she will howl like an animal, Then she will cry like a child, Then she will suddenly rustle with straw on the dilapidated roof, Then, like a belated traveler, she will knock on our window. Our dilapidated shack is both sad and dark. Why are you, my old lady, silent at the window? Or are you, my friend, tired of the howling of the storm, or are you dozing under the buzz of Your spindle? Let's drink, good friend of my poor youth, Let's drink out of grief; where is the mug? The heart will be more cheerful. Sing me a song about how the tit lived quietly across the sea; Sing me a song like the girl went for water in the morning. The storm covers the sky with darkness, spinning snow whirlwinds; Then she will howl like a beast, then she will cry like a child. Let's drink, good friend of my poor youth, Let's drink out of grief: where is the mug? The heart will be more cheerful.
The poem “Winter Evening” was written during a difficult period of life. In 1824, Pushkin achieved his return from southern exile, but instead of Moscow and St. Petersburg, the poet was allowed to live on the family estate Mikhailovskoye, where his entire family was at that time. His father decided to take over the functions of the overseer, who checked all his son’s correspondence and controlled his every step. Moreover, he constantly provoked the poet in the hope that a major family quarrel in front of witnesses would make it possible to send his son to prison. Such strained and complex relationships with the family, which actually betrayed the poet, forced Pushkin to leave Mikhailovskoye several times under various plausible pretexts and stay for long periods on neighboring estates.
The situation defused only towards the end of autumn, when Pushkin’s parents nevertheless decided to leave Mikhailovskoye and returned to Moscow. A few months later, in the winter of 1825, Pushkin wrote his famous poem “Winter Evening”, in the lines of which you can catch shades of hopelessness and relief, melancholy and hope for a better life at the same time.
The verse begins with a very vivid and figurative description of a snow storm, which “covers the sky with darkness,” as if cutting off the poet from the entire outside world. This is exactly how Pushkin feels under house arrest in Mikhailovsky, which he can leave only after agreement with the supervisory department, and even then not for long. However, driven to despair by forced confinement and loneliness, the poet perceives the storm as an unexpected guest, who sometimes cries like a child, sometimes howls like a wild animal, rustles straw on the roof and knocks on the window like a belated traveler.
However, the poet is not alone on the family estate. Next to him is his beloved nanny and nurse, Arina Rodionovna. Her company brightens up the gray winter days of the poet, who notices every little detail in the appearance of his confidante, calling her “my old lady.” Pushkin understands that the nanny treats him like her own son, worries about his fate and tries to help with wise advice. He likes to listen to her songs and watch the spindle deftly sliding in the hands of this no longer young woman. But the dull winter landscape outside the window and the snow storm, so similar to the storm in the poet’s soul, do not allow him to fully enjoy this idyll, for which he has to pay with his own freedom. In order to somehow relieve the mental pain, the author turns to the nanny with the words: “Let’s have a drink, good friend of my poor youth.” The poet sincerely believes that this “will make the heart happier” and all everyday troubles will be left behind.
It is known that in 1826, after the new Emperor Nicholas I promised the poet his patronage, Pushkin voluntarily returned to Mikhailovskoye, where he lived for another month, enjoying the peace, quiet and autumn landscape outside the window. Rural life clearly benefited the poet; he became more restrained and patient, and also began to take his own creativity more seriously and devote much more time to it. After his exile, Pushkin visited Mikhailovskoye several times, admitting that his heart remained forever in this dilapidated family estate, where he was always a long-awaited guest and could count on the support of the person closest to him - his nanny Arina Rodionovna.
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
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.
Analysis of the poem “Winter Evening” by Pushkin
Winter Evening by A.S. Pushkin was written in 1825. The inspiration for the poet was the small village of Mikhailovskoye, where the poet was sent some time after his southern exile. The abrupt change of environment - from the bright, sunny south, where Pushkin was surrounded by picturesque mountain landscapes, seas and a festive atmosphere among friends, to a distant settlement in winter, inspired a depressing state on the poet, who was already feeling sad. It was during this period of his life that Pushkin was under the supervision of his own father. All correspondence and further actions of the young talent were under strict control.
Pushkin always associated the family hearth with reliable support and protection in any life situation. But in such conditions he was practically forced out of his native circle, and the poet became imbued with local nature, spending a lot of time outside the house.
In the poem “Winter Evening” the author’s depressed and, in some way, hermit mood is clearly observed. The main characters are the lyrical protagonist and the old woman, symbolizing the poet’s favorite nanny, to whom the poem is dedicated.
The first of four stanzas vividly conveys the impressions of a snow storm. The swirling winds, accompanied by lonely howls and cries, convey a mood of melancholy and a state of hopelessness in relation to a hostile world.
The second stanza reveals the contrast between home and the outside world, in which housing is presented as dilapidated, sad and full of darkness, unable to protect against life’s adversities. An old woman who spends her time motionless, looking out the window, also evokes sadness and hopelessness.
Unexpectedly, in the third stanza there is a desire to overcome the melancholy state and renounce hopelessness. The tired soul must again find the strength to awaken and hope for a better path in life reappears.
The poem ends with a picture of the confrontation between the hero’s inner strength and the hostility of the outside world. Now it becomes clear that only the hero’s personal strengths, a positive attitude, and not the walls of his home can protect him from life’s adversities. Pushkin comes to this conclusion in his poem.
The sad experience of loneliness in Mikhailovskoye will later warm the poet’s soul and will forever remain a pleasant memory. In the peace and quiet, Pushkin gained new inspiration and many bright images, colors and epithets with which he praised nature in the future.
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. Storm sky mist conceals,
Snow spinning vortices;
That cry like a child,
Then on the roof of dilapidated
Suddenly a rustle of straw,
How belated traveler,
To us in the window zastuchit.
Our dilapidated hovels
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Priumolkla the window?
Or storm howls
You, my friend, is tired,
Or dose under the hum
His spindle?
Drink, a good friend
Poor of my youth
Let us drink from grief; where is the mug?
Heart will be happier.
Sing me a song, as a tit
Quiet living overseas;
Sing me a song, like a girl
For water in the morning was .
Storm sky mist conceals,
Snow spinning vortices;
Something like a beast, it howl,
That cry like a child.
Drink, a good friend
Poor of my youth
Let us drink from grief: where is the mug ?
Heart will be happier.