Thank you, Lyuba, for the article! Thanks to you and your article, I was transported to this sunny, frosty day, breathed in the fresh, vigorous air that smelled of watermelon, saw the sun piercing and transforming everything around... And I admire these ice floes and hummocks of incredible shape and sparkling purity. The sun's rays, piercing the transparency of the ice, reflected on the white blanket of snow with sparkles of all the colors of the rainbow. And blue sky. And white clouds. And tenderness in the air.” But the next phrase: “The gaze from the contemplation of external beauty moves to internal contemplation... and the inner world is reflected in an amazing way, as if from a magic mirror, into the outer one...” - evokes a feeling of aching recognition... Where has this already been?... A premonition of Eternity through beauty material world? Al Farid! “Big Kasida or Path of the Righteous (Revelation of the Soul - to the True Self)”! The very beginning - “THE EYES FEED THE SOUL WITH BEAUTY”! And further: “Oh, golden cup of the universe! And I got drunk from the flash of lights, from the clinking of bowls and the joy of friends. To get drunk, I don’t need wine, - I’m drunk with the sparkle of drunkenness!” - this drunkenness with the “sparkle of drunkenness,” filled with the beauty of the world is the beginning of the path. And God, infinity begin here, now in this specific existence. Saint Simeon, the new Theologian, said that whoever does not see God in this life will not see him in the next. And the beginning of the path to God is the indispensable fullness of the heart and the fullness of love. This is love for a flower, for a tree...” (Z. Mirkina). Al Farida’s poem echoes and is echoed by another Sufi work - “The Book of the Path of the Sufi”: ““The first step in the ascent of the soul to the Path is love for everything that exists in the Creation of Allah. Let the one who dares to follow the Path become a brother or sister to every tree growing on earth, every bird singing in the branches or flying in the sky, every lizard scurrying in the sands of the desert, every flower blooming in the garden! Every living creature of Allah begins to matter in the lives of such ascetics - as a great miracle created by Allah for his own and our improvement! Each person is then seen not just as a relative or a stranger, a friend or a stranger - but as a child of the Creator!” (From the parable “On the Path of the Sufi and life in the embrace of God.” RGDN)
Here's “frost and sun” for you! Through external beauty- to the inner, to God. Because God is everywhere and in everything, and in everyone - in every blade of grass, in every blade of grass, in every snowflake, in every phenomenon, in every person... Thank you, Lyuba, for this push of ezoosmosis - for your article!
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WINTER MORNING.
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.
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Reading the first stanza:
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!
Let's pay attention to lines 4-6. They contain not only "dark" words, although their obscurity may not be noticed, but also two now outdated archaic facts of grammar. Firstly, aren’t we surprised by the phrase “open your eyes”? After all, now you can only cast your gaze, direct your gaze, lower your gaze, but not open it. Here the noun gazes has the old meaning of “eyes.” The word gaze with this meaning is found in artistic speech first half of the 19th century centuries constantly. The participle “closed” is of unconditional interest here. Short Communion, as you know, is always a predicate in a sentence. But then, where is the subject to which it refers? In meaning, the word closed clearly gravitates towards the noun gazes, but it is (open what?) an undoubted direct object. This means “closed” is the definition of the word “gaze”.
But why then are they closed and not closed? Before us is the so-called truncated participle, which, like the truncated adjective, was one of the favorite poetic liberties of poets of the 18th - first half of the 19th centuries.
Now let's touch on one more word in this line. This is the noun "bliss". It is also not without interest. In S.I. Ozhegov’s dictionary it is interpreted: “Nega - i.zh. (obsolete) 1. Complete contentment. Live in bliss. 2. Bliss, a pleasant state. Indulge in bliss."
“The Dictionary of Pushkin’s Language” notes along with this the following meanings: “State of serene peace” and “sensual intoxication, pleasure.” The word bliss does not correspond to the listed meanings in the poem in question. In modern Russian it is in in this case It is best translated by the word sleep, since sleep is the most complete “state of tranquil rest.”
Let's go down a line below. Here, too, linguistic facts await us that require clarification. There are two of them. Firstly, this is the word Aurora. As a proper name, it begins with a capital letter, but in terms of its meaning it acts here as a common noun: the Latin name of the goddess of the dawn describes herself morning dawn. Secondly, its grammatical form. After all, now after the preposition one should meet dative noun and by modern rules should be “Towards Northern Aurora.” And the genitive case is Aurora. This is not a typo or an error, but a now obsolete archaic form. Previously, the preposition towards required after itself a noun in the form genitive case. For Pushkin and his contemporaries this was the norm.
Let's say a few words about the phrase “Appear as a star of the north.” The word star (of the north) here means the most worthy woman in St. Petersburg, and is not used in direct meaning- heavenly body.
Second stanza
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:
Here we will pay attention to the words evening and darkness. We know that the word vecher means yesterday evening. In common usage, the word haze now means darkness, gloom. The poet uses this word to mean “thick snow, hiding everything around in the fog, like a kind of curtain.”
Third stanza
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 third stanza of the poem is distinguished by its linguistic transparency. There is nothing out-of-date about it, and it does not need any explanation.
4th and 5th stanzas
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.
There are linguistic “peculiarities” here. Here the poet says: “It’s nice to think by the couch.”
Analysis of incomprehensible words and expressions
Here the poet says: “It’s nice to think by the couch.” Do you understand this proposal? It turns out not. The word bed is bothering us here. A lounger is a low (at the level of a modern bed) ledge near a Russian stove, on which, while warming up, they rested or slept.
At the very end of this stanza, the word ban sounds strange and unusual instead of the normative, correct modern harness from the verb harness. At the time, both forms existed on equal terms, and, undoubtedly, the form “to ban” appeared here in Pushkin for rhyming as a fact of poetic license, which was determined by the word stove that stood above.
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.
Listen to the poem by A.S. Pushkin “ Winter morning" This is how Igor Kvasha performs this poem.
Analysis of Pushkin's poem "Winter Morning"
Poem by A.S. Pushkin’s “Winter Morning” conveys the bright sensations of a clear winter landscape, which clearly echo the mood and feelings of the author. The lyrical hero picturesquely paints pictures of nature in a dialogue with a girl. Through vivid images of nature, the poet conveys feelings for the beautiful lady.
Composition
The beginning of the poem is an address to a girl for whom the poet has tender feelings. This is indicated by the appeals “adorable friend”, “beauty”, “dear friend”, “closed gaze”.
Next comes the contrast in the description of yesterday, when “the blizzard was angry.” The fury of the storm is echoed by the darkness that “rushed” and the pallor of the moon. The elements of nature are described in dark colors, which also express the heroine’s sadness the day before. This appeal to the previous gloomy picture allows us to describe even brighter and lighter a gentle winter morning with sparkling snow, the sparkle of the river and bright sunlight. A bright spot In this serene rural landscape, only the blackening forest appears.
But suddenly dynamics appear in the presented picture, when the hero offers to harness the sleigh and “indulge in the running of an impatient horse.”
The poem ends with a bright declaration of love for his native land, for which the author has feelings no less than for the woman he loves.
Size
The size gives vivacity and dynamics to the work. A.S. Pushkin used iambic tetrameter to convey the rapid flight of the hero’s thoughts and high spirits.
The rhythm of the poem is determined by the alternation of rhymes: the first lines end with a feminine rhyme, then a masculine one is used, and the stanza also ends with a masculine stressed syllable.
Images and epithets
Swiftness, cheerfulness and clarity are the main moods conveyed by the poet. The reader is immediately taken into the situation: “Frost and sun; wonderful day!” A sharp change in the picture occurs in the second stanza with a description of the evening blizzard. To describe the elements, the poet used metaphors, transferring human traits to the forces of nature: the blizzard is angry, the darkness is rushing, the moon is turning gloomily yellow.
A striking stroke in the overall picture is the contrast between the moon and the image of the beloved woman, who the day before also “sat sadly.” The author doesn’t even need to convey the girl’s pallor - associative thinking The reader immediately draws a parallel with the pallor of the moon.
The third stanza describes a bright, brilliant, fine morning. The snow lies in carpets. The brightness of a winter morning is such that even the black forest is transparent. And the spruce trees shine through the frost.
In the description of home comfort - shining example use of alliteration. The poet uses words rich in voiceless and abrupt voiced consonants. Due to this, when reading, it would seem that one can hear the crackling of firewood in the stove.
And the last lines of the work are filled with special lyrics. The author expresses his special love for his native land with the word “dear”, the forests are “dense”, the fields are “empty” in winter.
The entire poem is permeated with a clear and cheerful feeling of happiness. It contains love for a woman, light rich colors in landscapes, joyful admiration of the nature of his native land.
High words and a bookish style give the lines a special sublimity. Spirituality and special admiration are expressed using the words “Aurora”, “illumination”, “adorable friend”, “bliss”.
Every stanza of the work is permeated with freshness, purity and romance. “Winter Morning” by A.S. Pushkin is a vivid example of the consonance between poetic art and painting.
Romance based on the poems of A. S. Pushkin “Winter Morning”. Performed by Kostya Egorov.
“Winter Morning” Alexander Pushkin
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 Pushkin's poem "Winter Morning"
Lyrical works occupy a very significant place in the work of Alexander Pushkin. The poet has repeatedly admitted that he is in awe not only of the traditions, myths and legends of his people, but also never ceases to admire the beauty of Russian nature, bright, colorful and full of mysterious magic. He made many attempts to capture a wide variety of moments, masterfully creating images of an autumn forest or a summer meadow. However, the poem “Winter Morning”, created in 1829, is rightfully considered one of the most successful, bright and joyful works of the poet.
From the very first lines, Alexander Pushkin puts the reader in a romantic mood, in a few simple and elegant phrases describing the beauty of winter nature, when the duet of frost and sun creates an unusually festive and optimistic mood. To enhance the effect, the poet builds his work on contrast, mentioning that just yesterday “the blizzard was angry” and “darkness rushed across the cloudy sky.” Perhaps each of us is very familiar with such metamorphoses, when in the midst of winter endless snowfalls are replaced by a sunny and clear morning filled with silence and inexplicable beauty.
On days like these, it’s simply a sin to sit at home, no matter how comfortably the fire crackles in the fireplace. And in every line of Pushkin’s “Winter Morning” there is a call to go for a walk, which promises a lot of unforgettable impressions. Especially if outside the window there are amazingly beautiful landscapes - a river glistening under the ice, forests and meadows dusted with snow, which resemble a snow-white blanket woven by someone’s skillful hand.
Every line of this poem is literally permeated with freshness and purity., as well as admiration and admiration for the beauty of his native land, which at any time of the year never ceases to amaze the poet. Moreover, Alexander Pushkin does not seek to hide his overwhelming feelings, as many of his fellow writers did in the 19th century. Therefore, in the poem “Winter Morning” there is no pretentiousness and restraint inherent in other authors, but at the same time, each line is imbued with warmth, grace and harmony. In addition, simple joys in the form of a sleigh ride give the poet true happiness and help him fully experience the greatness of Russian nature, changeable, luxurious and unpredictable.
The poem “Winter Morning” by Alexander Pushkin is rightfully considered one of the most beautiful and sublime works of the poet. It lacks the causticity so characteristic of the author, and there is no usual allegory, which makes you look for the hidden meaning in every line. These works are the embodiment of tenderness, light and beauty. Therefore, it is not surprising that it is written in light and melodic iambic tetrameter, to which Pushkin resorted quite often in those cases when he wanted to give his poems special sophistication and lightness. Even in the contrasting description of bad weather, which is intended to emphasize the freshness and brightness of a sunny winter morning, there is no usual thickening of colors: blizzard presented as a fleeting phenomenon that is unable to darken the expectations of a new day filled with majestic calm.
At the same time, the author himself never ceases to be amazed at such dramatic changes that occurred in just one night. It’s as if nature itself acted as the tamer of an insidious blizzard, forcing her to change her anger to mercy and, thereby, giving people an amazingly beautiful morning, filled with frosty freshness, the creaking of fluffy snow, ringing silence silent snowy plains and the charm of the sun's rays, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow in frosty window patterns.
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 the snow fall. The best thing is to look through the thick snow at a light, such as a street lamp. Or leave the house so that the snow falls on you. This is it, a miracle. By human hands this cannot be created.
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