"Snow and snow" A. Blok
You are from the tops of sad mountains
Came down to us to sing and perish
And again from the top to throw
Your sparkling fire.So go in a fast dance,
Joy, mountain storm!
To spark after spark
Burned our eyes!
Christmas
Ringing bell blow
The winter air wakes up.
We worked in vain
There will be light rest.Silver light frost
Near the entrance.
Silver on blue
The clear firmament of the star.How transparent, snow-white
Glitter patterned windows!
How fluffy and softly gentle
Your golden curl!How thin you are in a red coat,
With a bow in a pigtail!
Laugh - lips tremble,
Eyelashes tremble.You amuse all passers-by -
Young and old
Ugly and pretty
Thick and lean.Marvel, smile,
Wander far away
As if at all, how they laugh
Children, did not see.Sisters will be happy with dolls
Brothers ask for guns
And you don't need
No toys.You decorate the tree yourself
The stars are golden
And tie it to a branch with a peg
big apples,You will throw beads on the Christmas tree,
Golden threads.
You will spread strong branches,
You shout: "Look!"You shout, raise a branch
Thin hands...
And there the grandfather laughs
With a white mustache!
"Silver, snowy hops..."
Silvery, snowy hops
I'm drunk and I'm drunk
With a heart devoted to blizzards,
I will fly to the heights of the sky.In the distances of the snowy wings blow, -
I hear, I hear the white call;
In a starry whirlwind, without effort
I will break the links of all shackles.Get drunk with light hops,
Be snow-eyed and you ...
Ah, lost count of the weeks
In a whirlwind of white beauty!
"Surrendered to the snowstorm..."
Surrendered to the snowstorm,
Drowning in your eyes;
In the cold, starry circle
We freeze in white dreams.In a winged cradle
Fall asleep among the snows;
Understand the chant of the blizzard
In the lines of my poetry.Understand the power of the call
Victorious winter days, -
Indulge in the blizzard again
Withering heart in it!
"Here is a full-flowing river ..."
Here is a full-flowing river
Pulls white ice.
God's summer breathes
From cold water.I am with rebellious thoughts
Yes, with a drunken soul
Full of noises
Filled with blue water.And I look, triumphant,
Into the icy distance...
Unnecessary spring
Silvered off, resounded ...
And because of the houses, drunk,
Knocked on an empty room
Unnecessarily early spring.She is gray and unwashed,
She's wicked to the end
Like pigs poke into the trough,
Snoring on my porch.And over the unmade bed
Bent over, pressing on my chest,
And in the heart, crushed by a blizzard,
Shamelessly wants to look.Well, what! Grit my teeth, meet
And, choosing a cunning, clear moment,
I will mutilate her with a spell
And I'll tear out the yellowed fang!Let him shake his shrill snout:
Why did you enter uninvited
Where the sun didn't go
Where the blizzard night flowed!
In the eyes of an unnecessary day is so bright,
But in the heart - the night is inseparable.
For my beauty as a gift
The old woman brought me a daughter."Here, spend your days and nights with her:
Look, she's slim like that one.
She will do whatever you want.
She is shameless and simple."I'm watching. My eyes are blind and keen:
"She is beautiful, your daughter.
Here, wait until Krasnaya Gorka:
Then I'll marry her."
Winter has passed. I am sick.
I'm back in the corner, among the books.
He seems to be pleased
My doppelgänger.Yes, I have no leisure
Talk about all sorts of nonsense.
Did we understand each other?
Well, lock the doors.I'm tired of the guests.
Say I'm sad.
However, during the week
I'll just let one in:The one who is away from work
Lost complexion
And died from the spells
Magic ring.
"In a dark room you are dishonored..."
In a dark room you are dishonored
You are devoted to the bright street,
You go beautiful woman
You are drunk!
The train crawls after you and shakes,
Like a snake dying in the dust...
You see: there is still life in it!
Dusty!
"You woke up early in the morning..."
You woke up early in the morning
And left sweet home.
And long, long out of the fog
The spear gleamed over the hill.And I, a little boy, listened to the rumors
About your wondrous power,
And moved the fragments of swords,
Scattered by you in battle.It's enough to live in the separation of the former -
You won't leave the house in the morning.
I'm more and more in love and rebellious
I look into your eyes, sister!Teach me daily combat -
I am no longer the old boy,
And I will open to the close world
Flight of the free spear!
April (?) 1907
"And we'll lift them up on pitchforks..."
And we'll lift them up on pitchforks,
We will swing our bodies on hinges,
To burst the veins on the neck,
For the damned blood to flow.
"Damp summer. I'm lying..."
Raw summer. I'm lying
In bed - sick. Something is coming
Hot and burning in chest.
And on the estate, in the shadows of a bright night,
Barking dogs run around the house.
And among my own - I am not myself. Between blood
Bloodless - and do not know the feelings of kinship.
And people got sick of a little
Only less than the mosquito I killed.
And a candle has long been illuminated
That place in the book where the professor is boring,
Like a whining mosquito, it sings in my ears,
That our woman is oppressed
And therefore it is similar to the fate of the worker.
Wait a minute! Here is a portrait: a gray-haired professor -
Sleek, washed, thirty-five
Published book editions! Stop!
You say that the worker is oppressed?
Wait: in the spring I saw a daredevil,
A worker who dared to die
He will go, and with him - friends. And the mountains will be silent
And the work will stop at once
In factories. And a fat manufacturer
Bow to the workers at the feet. Stop!
Are you saying that a woman is a slave?
I know a woman. In her soul
There was a sheaf of fire. Walking is wind.
In the eyes - two seas of sorrow and passion.
And all of it was made of light dust -
Trembling and flexible. So here it is
Professor, four elements union
Was alone in it. She could kill
I could resurrect. Come on, you
Kill, then resurrect! Can not?
But a woman with a worker can.
Peselnik
There are twenty girls behind the forest
Blossomed brighter than the day.
Sergei Gorodetsky
"Snow and snow" Alexander Blok
Snow yes snow. The whole hut was covered.
The snow is white all around knee-deep.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...And the breath comes out of my lips
Steam freezing in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
Here they are sitting in the window with a samovar;Old grandfather sat at the table
Bent over and blows on a saucer;
Vaughn and grandmother slipped from the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.Hidden, guys, look,
How does a cat play with kittens ...
Suddenly guys squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...Away from home to the snowy expanse
They rode on sledges.
The yard resounds with shouts -
They made a giant out of snow!Stick in the nose, eyeballs
And put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands, a childish thunderstorm, -
Here he will take it, here he will grab it in an armful!And the guys laugh, shout,
The giant they got out on the glory!
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Do not contradict the childish temper.
Analysis of Blok's poem "Snow and Snow"
In 1913, two collections of Blok's poetry for children were published. The work of 1906 was included in the book "All the Year Round", addressed to the youngest readers. The poems are divided according to the seasons, and seasonal changes in nature form the basis of the theme of the cycle. Merry fun in the yard, the snowy beauty of nature and the anticipation of a wonderful Christmas - these are the main semantic dominants of the winter section of the book.
The style of the work is determined by the influence of the figurative structure of the Russian fairy tale in combination with the classical rhythmic structure, clear and strict.
The poem begins with an image of a village covered in snowdrifts. In the landscape sketch of the “snow expanse”, light colors certainly dominate, and bright whiteness stands out sharply against the background of the black walls of the hut.
The order of the images reflected in the second quatrain is interesting. The series begins with steam flying from the lips in frosty weather. Then there is an image of a similar reality - smoke from a chimney. The analogy ends with steam coming from a hot samovar. Together with him, the position of the narrator also changes: the room becomes the plot center, and the main characters are grandfather, grandmother and children.
The narrator's attention is focused on the behavior of the young inhabitants of the hut, in the description of which vocabulary abounds with the semantics of positive emotions. Children are busy playing carefree, and soon they run out into the yard in search of new fun. The narrator moves along with them, who happily describes sledding and sculpting a snow giant. Delight and fun are growing, which is conveyed by the lexemes “shouts”, “laugh”, “shout”. The snowman, jokingly referred to as the "baby thunderstorm", finds himself at the epicenter of the amusement. A childish fantasy is voiced, which caused an explosion of laughter: the tomboys who played out represent the snowman alive, capable of grabbing one of them “in an armful”.
The older generation is condescending and kind to the noise made by grandchildren. There is a harmonious picture of a carefree joyful world filled with children's inventions and an exciting game.
Such intonations permeate the artistic space of the Old Hut, which is also included in the winter cycle of the poetic book. Separate images and motifs are repeated: the “grandmother-old woman” watches from the window the naughty grandchildren frolicking in the snow-covered yard. At the end of the poem, a new theme sounds related to the expectation of the arrival of spring.
Snow yes snow. The whole hut was covered.
The snow is white all around knee-deep.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...
And the breath comes out of my lips
Steam freezing in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
They are sitting in the window with a samovar;
Old grandfather sat at the table
Bent over and blows on a saucer;
Vaughn and grandmother slipped from the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.
The guys hid, they look,
How does a cat play with kittens ...
Suddenly guys squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...
Away from home to the snowy expanse
They rode on sledges.
The yard resounds with cries -
They made a giant out of snow!
Stick in the nose, eyeballs
And put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands, a childish thunderstorm, -
Here he will take it, here he will grab it in an armful!
And the guys laugh, shout,
The giant they got out on the glory!
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Do not contradict the childish temper.
Analysis of the poem "Snow and Snow" by Blok
Alexander Blok's poem "Snow and Snow" is included in one of the collections of children's poems published in 1913. The collection is called "All the Year Round" and is dedicated to describing how nature changes against the backdrop of changing seasons. The poems from the winter part of the cycle convey the beauty of the snowy landscape, the fun of children's games and the joyful expectation of Christmas miracles.
The work is addressed to young readers and is stylized with images of a Russian folk tale. At the same time, it is written in a strict classical system, rhythmic and clear.
The story begins with a description of a winter morning in a village covered in snowdrifts. Before us appears a bright frosty landscape. Dazzling white snow and black walls of the hut - a bright contrast of the picture, the way of seeing the world, characteristic of children.
This is followed by a series of alternating images, wintery and cozy - these are steam coming from the lips, smoke from the chimney, a heated hut, hot tea. Together with the author, the reader is outside and watches the characters through the window. Then the story takes us to the hut. Grandfather, grandmother and grandchildren are in the room. The usual daily chores of adults and children's games. Childish restlessness and measured movements of old people create a feeling of harmony, a continuous cycle of life, where youth and old age, reckless fun and calm wisdom are always nearby.
The reader's attention is directed to children, their careless fun. The description is permeated with bright emotions - laughter, carelessness, kindness. The guys frolic in the room, play with the kittens, then run out into the yard together for new entertainment. The author conveys the children's delight from the fun sledding. And the next fun, snowman modeling, gives scope to children's imagination: the "snow giant" came to life and is about to grab one of the tomboys. Grandmother watches the grandchildren play from the window of the hut, peacefully looks at their pranks, rejoicing in cheerful cries and laughter.
The main idea of the work tells readers that life is natural and simple, every moment and at any age has its own joy. In childhood, everything around is perceived as brightly and directly as never before, but the memory of carefree children's days, fabulous images that fill ordinary adult affairs and objects warms us all our lives. And in old age, when time drags on slowly, the day is full of thoughts and memories, funny pranks and laughter of grandchildren delight grandparents. After all, life goes on.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Snow yes snow. The whole hut was covered.
The snow is white all around knee-deep.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...
And the breath comes out of my lips
Steam freezing in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
Here they are sitting in the window with a samovar;
Old grandfather sat at the table
Bent over and blows on a saucer;
Vaughn and grandmother slipped from the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.
Hidden, guys, look,
How does a cat play with kittens ...
Suddenly guys squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...
Away from home to the snowy expanse
They rode on sledges.
The yard resounds with shouts -
They made a giant out of snow!
Stick in the nose, eyeballs
And put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands, a childish thunderstorm, -
Here he will take it, here he will grab it in an armful!
And the guys laugh, shout,
The giant they got out on the glory!
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Do not contradict the childish temper.
In 1913, two collections of Blok's poetry for children were published. The work of 1906 was included in the book "All the Year Round", addressed to the youngest readers. The poems are divided according to the seasons, and seasonal changes in nature form the basis of the theme of the cycle. Merry fun in the yard, the snowy beauty of nature and the anticipation of a wonderful Christmas - these are the main semantic dominants of the winter section of the book.
The style of the work is determined by the influence of the figurative structure of the Russian fairy tale in combination with the classical rhythmic structure, clear and strict.
The poem begins with an image of a village covered in snowdrifts. In the landscape sketch of the “snow expanse”, light colors certainly dominate, and bright whiteness stands out sharply against the background of the black walls of the hut.
The order of the images reflected in the second quatrain is interesting. The series begins with steam flying from the lips in frosty weather. Then there is an image of a similar reality - smoke from a chimney. The analogy ends with steam coming from a hot samovar. Together with him, the position of the narrator also changes: the room becomes the plot center, and the main characters are grandfather, grandmother and children.
The narrator's attention is focused on the behavior of the young inhabitants of the hut, in the description of which vocabulary abounds with the semantics of positive emotions. Children are busy playing carefree, and soon they run out into the yard in search of new fun. The narrator moves along with them, who happily describes sledding and sculpting a snow giant. Delight and fun are growing, which is conveyed by the lexemes “shouts”, “laugh”, “shout”. The snowman, jokingly referred to as the "baby thunderstorm", finds himself at the epicenter of the amusement. A childish fantasy is voiced, which caused an explosion of laughter: the tomboys who played out represent the snowman alive, capable of grabbing one of them “in an armful”.
The older generation is condescending and kind to the noise made by grandchildren. There is a harmonious picture of a carefree joyful world filled with children's inventions and an exciting game.
Such intonations permeate the artistic space of the Old Hut, which is also included in the winter cycle of the poetic book. Separate images and motifs are repeated: the “grandmother-old woman” watches from the window the naughty grandchildren frolicking in the snow-covered yard. At the end of the poem, a new theme sounds related to the expectation of the arrival of spring.
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