Literature teachers can read the verse “I, Mother of God...” by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov to schoolchildren in the 11th grade. During the lesson, they tell the story of writing the poem, determine its mood, tone, and highlight the problems raised in it. Also, together with the children, they find artistic and expressive means that the author used in the poem. As homework Literature teachers often ask to learn it completely by heart.
The text of Lermontov's poem “I, Mother of God...” was written in 1839. It refers to late lyric poetry poet. In it, Mikhail Yuryevich addresses the Mother of God. He asks her to intercede for the girl with with a pure heart And kind soul. It is unknown who the girl is related to the lyrical hero. She could be his lover, his sister or even his daughter. From the context of the work, only one thing is clear: the hero treats her very kindly and tenderly. He wants the Mother of God to protect her. He does not ask the Mother of God for anything for himself. His life in this work seems to fade into the background. The main thing for him is the well-being of the innocent girl.
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I, Mother of God, now with prayer
Before your image, bright radiance,
Not about salvation, not before battle,
Not with gratitude or repentance,
I don’t pray for my deserted soul,
For the soul of a wanderer in a rootless world;
But I want to hand over an innocent maiden
Warm intercessor of the cold world.
Surround a worthy soul with happiness;
Give her companions full of attention,
Bright youth, calm old age,
Peace of hope to a kind heart.
Is the time approaching the farewell hour?
Whether on a noisy morning, or on a silent night -
You perceive, let's go to the sad bed
The best angel, a beautiful soul.
"Prayer"
I, Mother of God, now with prayer
Before your image, bright radiance,
Not about salvation, not before battle,
Not with gratitude or repentance,
I don’t pray for my deserted soul,
For the soul of a wanderer in a rootless world;
But I want to hand over an innocent maiden
Warm intercessor of the cold world.
Surround a worthy soul with happiness;
Bright youth, calm old age,
Peace of hope to a kind heart.
Is the time approaching the farewell hour?
Whether on a noisy morning, or on a silent night -
You perceive, let's go to the sad bed
The best angel, a beautiful soul.
History of creation: Dated 1837. Autographs (two of them) under the title “The Wanderer’s Prayer”, in a letter to M.A. Lopukhina dated February 15. “I am sending you a poem,” Lermontov wrote to M.A. Lopukhina on February 15, 1838, “which I accidentally found in my travel papers, I quite like it, precisely because I completely forgot it.”
Poem meter: dactyl
Rhyme type: cross
Epithet: "innocent virgin"
"worthy soul"
"kind heart"
"beautiful soul"
“Is it noisy in the morning”
"on a silent night"
"to the sad bed"
Expanded metaphor:
“But I want to hand over an innocent maiden
Warm intercessor of the cold world"
Metaphor: “peace of hope”
"The deadline is approaching one o'clock"
"the soul of a wanderer in the light of the rootless"
Paraphrase: “To the Warm Intercessor of the Cold World”
Rows homogeneous members offers:
“Not about salvation, not before battle,
Not with gratitude or repentance";
Give her companions full of attention,
Bright youth, calm old age"
Particle repeat:
“Is the time approaching the farewell hour?
Whether it’s a noisy morning or a silent night.”
One-part sentences:
“Surround a worthy soul with happiness;
Give her companions who are full of attention."
Appeal: “I, Mother of God, now with prayer”
Contextual antonyms: “Not about salvation, not before battle”
“Bright youth, calm old age”
“Whether it’s a noisy morning or a silent night”
Contextual synonyms:
“Surround a worthy soul with happiness
Peace of hope to a kind heart"
Biblical images: “Mother of God”
I liked the poem with its expression of sincere love for the girl for whom the lyrical hero asks the Almighty...
Lermontov's poem metaphor rhyme
Tyutchev Fedor Ivanovich
“And the smoke of the fatherland is sweet and pleasant to us”
“And the smoke of the fatherland is sweet and pleasant to us!” --
This is how the last century speaks poetically.
And in ours, talent itself keeps looking for spots in the sun,
And he smokes the fatherland with stinking smoke!
History of creation: Dates back to the end of April 1867. The first line of the quatrain is a quote from A. S. Griboyedov’s comedy “Woe from Wit,” but Tyutchev’s epigram is dedicated to I. S. Turgenev’s novel “Smoke”
Poem meter: anapest
Rhyme type: cross
Means of artistic expression:
Metaphor: “and the smoke of the fatherland is sweet and pleasant to us”
"stenchful smoke"
Antithesis: “This is how the past century speaks poetically.
And in ours, talent itself keeps looking for sunspots.”
A) Syntactic means artistic expression:
Repeat the union:
“And the smoke of the fatherland is sweet and pleasant to us
and talent itself keeps looking for spots in the sun,
And he smokes the fatherland with stinking smoke!”
b) Phraseological units:
Winged expressions: “And the smoke of the fatherland is sweet and pleasant to us”
Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
“Don’t wake her up at dawn”
Don't wake her up at dawn
At dawn she sleeps so sweetly;
Morning breathes on her chest,
It shines brightly on the pits of the cheeks.
And her pillow is hot,
And a hot, tiring dream,
And, turning black, they run onto the shoulders
Braids with ribbon on both sides.
And yesterday at the window in the evening
She sat for a long, long time
And watched the game through the clouds,
What, sliding, the moon was up to.
And the brighter the moon played,
And the louder the nightingale whistled,
She became paler and paler,
My heart beat more and more painfully.
That's why on the young chest,
This is how the morning burns on the cheeks.
Don't wake her, don't wake her...
At dawn she sleeps so sweetly!
History of creation: Written in 1842. The poem “At dawn, don’t wake her up...” is filled with pure, sincere, tender love for your beloved.
Poem meter: iambic
Rhyme type: cross
Means of artistic expression:
Metaphor: “braids with a ribbon”
"the morning is burning"
“the morning breathes and shines” “the braids are running”
“The moon started the game”
Epithet: "tiring sleep"
"brightly shining"
"young breasts"
Personification: “morning breathes on her chest”
“What, sliding, the moon was up to”
"the moon was playing"
Antithesis:
“And the brighter the moon played,
And the louder the nightingale whistled,
She became paler and paler,
My heart beat more and more painfully"
a) Syntactic means of artistic expression:
"Don't wake her up at dawn
At dawn she sleeps so sweetly"
“And the brighter the moon played,
And the louder the nightingale whistled"
Lexical repetition: “That’s why on a young chest”
“And her pillow is hot,
And a hot, tiring dream"
“My heart beat more and more painfully”
“Don’t wake her, don’t wake her”
Syntactic parallelism:
“And the brighter the moon played,
And the louder the nightingale whistled"
Outdated words: "lanit"
b) Phraseological phrases: “heart beat”
"sleeps sweetly"
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
"Solid Heart"
Love won't wash away
no quarrel
not a mile.
Thought out
verified
verified.
Raising solemnly the line-fingered verse,
I swear --
unchanged and true!
History of creation: In 1922, the poet wrote the poem “I Love” - his brightest work about love. Mayakovsky was then experiencing the peak of his feelings for L. Brik.
Poem meter: Iambic.
Rhyme type: ring.
Means of artistic expression:
Personification: “love will not be washed away”
a) Syntactic means of artistic expression:
Rows of homogeneous members: “no quarrel, no mileage”
"Thought out,
verified
verified."
Exclamatory sentences:
"I swear -
unchanged and true! -
rhetorical exclamation
b) Phraseological units:
"I swear -
unchanged and true!
Anna Andreevna Akhmatova
"Twenty first. Night. Monday."
Twenty first. Night. Monday.
The outlines of the capital in the darkness.
Composed by some slacker,
What love happens on earth.
And out of laziness or boredom
Everyone believed, and so they live:
Looking forward to dates, afraid of separation
AND love songs sing.
But to others the secret is revealed,
And silence will rest on them...
I came across this by accident
And since then everything seems to be sick.
History of creation: Written in January 1917, in St. Petersburg.
Poem meter: iambic
Rhyme type: cross
Means of artistic expression:
Metaphor: “and silence will rest upon them”
Comparison: “And since then everything seems to be sick”
Antithesis: “Waiting for dates, afraid of separation”
a) Syntactic means of artistic expression:
Title suggestions:
"Twenty first. Night. Monday.
The outlines of the capital in the darkness."
Book vocabulary: “And silence will fall upon them”
Gradation:
“Waiting for dates, afraid of separation
And they sing love songs"
I liked the poem. I agree with A. Akhmatova that love is a “secret”, it is a “disease” that settles inside a person “by chance”.
Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
“My poems, written so early.”
To my poems, written so early,
That I didn’t know that I was a poet,
Falling off like splashes from a fountain,
Like sparks from rockets
Bursting in like little devils
In the sanctuary, where sleep and incense are,
To my poems about youth and death,
Unread poems! -
Scattered in the dust around the shops
(Where no one took them and no one takes them!),
My poems are like precious wines,
Your turn will come.
History of creation: The poem “To My Poems...” was created in 1913, when the poetess was 21 years old.
Poem meter: iambic
Rhyme type: cross
Means of artistic expression:
Comparison:
“Breaking like splashes from a fountain,
Like sparks from rockets."
"Burst in like little devils"
“My poems are like precious wines”
Metaphor:
"Breaking in like little devils,
In the sanctuary, where sleep and incense are"
a) Syntactic means of artistic expression:
Homogeneous definitions expressed by participial phrases:
“broken, broken, unread, scattered”
"To my poems written so early
To my poems about youth and death
My poems are like precious wines"
b) Phraseological phrases: “the turn will come”
I liked the poem’s description of the problem raised of the significance and evaluation of creativity for the author himself, the search for his recognition.
Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin
“Go away, my dear Rus'!”
Goy, Rus', my dear,
Huts - in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw away Rus', live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
History of creation: The poem “Go away, my dear Rus'!..” was written in 1914. It is dedicated to the theme of love for the motherland.
Poem size: Trochee.
Rhyme type: cross.
Means of artistic expression:
Metaphor: “hut - image”
"Only blue sucks eyes"
“The poplars are withering away”
"dance is buzzing"
"laughter will ring out"
Comparison:
“Like earrings, a girl’s laughter will ring out”
“Like a visiting pilgrim, I look at your fields.”
Rus' is compared to paradise in the poem:
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw away Rus', live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
Rhetorical appeal: “Go you, Rus', my dear”
a) Syntactic means of artistic expression:
Use of ellipses: “The huts are in the robes of the image...”
Lexical repetitions: ““Throw away Rus', live in paradise!”
I'll say: "No need for heaven"
Colloquialisms: “huts, free”
Dialect: “For the freedom of the green lekh”
Metonymy: “Smells like apple and honey”
“If the holy army shouts:
"Throw away Rus', live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
Syntactic parallelism:
“Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out."
b) Phraseological units:
Biblical images: the meek Savior, the holy army, paradise. Lyrical hero the poet is compared with a pilgrim.
I liked the poem with the feelings with which Yesenin filled his small and wonderful work. This poem is a declaration of love for native land, the desire to dissolve in it. From beginning to end of the poem, the author admires his native land, where he was born and raised.
Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov
Today, I see, your look is especially sad
And the arms are especially thin, hugging the knees.
Listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.
He is given graceful harmony and bliss,
And his skin is decorated with a magical pattern,
Only the moon dares to equal him,
Crushing and swaying on the moisture of wide lakes.
In the distance it is like the colored sails of a ship,
And his run is smooth, like a joyful bird's flight.
I know that the earth sees many wonderful things,
About the black maiden, about the passion of the young leader,
But you've been breathing in the heavy fog for too long,
You don't want to believe in anything other than rain.
And how can I tell you about the tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about the smell of incredible herbs.
You are crying? Listen... far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.
History of creation: In the poem “Giraffe”, which was written after another trip in 1907, the poet shares with his invisible interlocutor with hidden excitement indelible impressions that Africa produced on him.
Poem size: amphibrachium
Rhyme type: cross
Means of artistic expression:
Epithets: “exquisite giraffe”
"graceful slimness"
"magic pattern"
"tropical garden"
"slender palm trees"
Metaphor: “inhaled a heavy fog”
“and his skin is decorated with a magical pattern”
“Only the moon dares to equal him”
"inhaled a heavy fog"
Similes: “like the colored sails of a ship”
“his run is smooth, like a joyful bird’s flight”
a) Syntactic means of artistic expression:
Lexical repetitions: “Listen: far, far, on Lake Chad”
Ring composition:
“Listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders."
“I know that the earth sees many wonderful things,
When at sunset he hides in a marble grotto.
I know funny tales mysterious countries
About the black maiden, about the passion of the young leader"
Homogeneous members of the sentence:
“And how can I tell you about the tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about the smell of incredible herbs.”
Question form:
"You are crying? Listen... far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders."
b) Phraseological units: NO
I liked the poem because a person is capable of saving from hopelessness, warming a chilled soul, but for this you need to believe in him!
The poem “Prayer” is a true masterpiece of Lermontov’s poetic genius. The sublimity, sincerity and warmth of each line are in the dedication of the lyrical hero: he asks not for himself, not for his health or well-being, but for his beloved:
Not about salvation, not before battle,
Not with gratitude or repentance,
I pray not for my deserted soul (...)
But I want to hand over an innocent maiden
Warm intercessor of the cold world.
How lyrical, folk, attractive the image is Holy Mother of God when the rebellious soul of a romantic poet turns to him in meek prayer! He, marked by the stamp of tragic loneliness, brightens his soul, revealing himself before the Mother of God in a selfless request for the good of the “innocent virgin.”
Who is this maiden? We can agree that this is a dearly beloved girl for whom Lermontov has the brightest and most sublime feelings... But it seems that in this image the face of the deeply beloved Russia is visible. Although why shouldn’t these images merge, why can’t a poet love a girl with devoted and pure love, and through her, his dear Motherland?
“Surround a worthy soul with happiness,” the poet asks the Virgin Mary.
You perceive, let's go to the sad bed
The best angel, a beautiful soul.
Lermontov's beloved - a single image of a woman and the Motherland - is worthy of great good; and the fact that the poet ingenuously asks to send “the best angel” speaks of what a lofty opinion he has of his Beloved. At this moment, the reader imagines the appearance of the Mother of God, condescendingly and warmly looking at the poet - a secular person, praying “not according to the books”, from a church point of view - incorrectly (well, about what best angel can it be spoken in prayer? Is it for a person to judge which angel is better or worse?). But this will be forgiven him, just as loving parents forgive a child’s involuntary tactlessness.
But even in prayer, with his soul wide open before God, Lermontov remains a romantic: in this poem we see an invariable opposition bright image“warm intercessor” and reality - “cold world”. Even in prayer one can feel his “rebellious rush into another world.”
“Prayer” is written in long sentences, sometimes confusing; and so on syntactic construction emphasizes that it was uttered in one breath, in an outburst of reverence and love.
This work is difficult to perceive and evaluate only as a poem. This is truly a prayer, sincere and heartfelt; and the fact that, in addition, it is also lyrical, beautiful, melodic, only proves that Lermontov is a deeply religious poet and an invariably poetic Christian!