The poem "Now the last snow in the field is melting" Tolstoy Alexei Konstantinovich. Alexei Tolstoy - This is the last snow in the field is melting: Verse Tolstoy, this is the last snow in the field

Alexey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

Now the last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth
And the blue jar is blooming,
And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms impatiently waiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,
At night the stars shine so bright;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is the heart heavy?

It's hard for you to live, my friend, I know
And I understand your sadness
Would you fly away to your native land
And you do not feel sorry for the earthly spring ...
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*Oh wait, wait a little more
Let me go there with you...
The road will seem easier to us -
Let's fly her hand with hand! ..

A brilliant chamber junker and a talented poet, Alexei Tolstoy did not even imagine that an affair with a married woman would play a fatal role in his fate. The 30-year-old count was not only turned away by relatives and acquaintances, but his career at court, thanks to the scandal, was in jeopardy. As a result, the poet was forced to settle in the most distant family estate, refusing to meet with his chosen one Sophia Miller.

Sophia Miller (Tolstaya)

Despite the fact that Tolstoy had the most serious intentions towards this woman, the poet's mother opposed marriage with her. Moreover, for many years Sophia herself could not get a divorce from her legal spouse, dreaming only of rare dates with her lover.

As a result, in the spring of 1856, when the poem “The last snow in the field is melting” was written, the lovers found themselves thousands of miles away from each other, realizing that fate was preparing their next trials. Poisoned by the bitterness of parting, Alexei Tolstoy realizes that an even less enviable fate awaits his chosen one. After all, she is forced to stay in St. Petersburg and constantly be in public, enduring ridicule and public insults.

The poem “This is the last snow in the field is melting” is built on contrast, and its first part is devoted to describing nature. The author seems to want to show that the world lives according to previously established laws, which no one can break. Indeed, what business does the cranes, which "call each other", to the feelings of two loving people who are apart? Their suffering will not change the course of the universe and will not force the "young forest" to abandon the first spring thunderstorm, and the "blue jug" from flowering. It seems to the author that the awakening nature seems to be mocking him. Indeed, at that moment when he is so lonely, “all springs are warmed by breath, everything around him loves and sings.”

It would seem that the surrounding world, filled with joy and light, should distract the poet from gloomy thoughts. However, Tolstoy never ceases to wonder: “Why is it so gloomy in your soul and why is your heart heavy?” The poet understands that he is not alone at this moment so sad and lonely. His chosen one is even more difficult. Therefore, referring to Sophia Miller, Tolstoy emphasizes: "I understand your sadness." He knows that his beloved is not at all happy with the coming spring, which brings with it separation and is devoid of hope. Indeed, the future of the lovers is uncertain, and they still do not suspect that it will take a long 7 years until they can reunite, contrary to public opinion.

Now the last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth
And the blue jar is blooming,
And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms impatiently waiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent.
At night the stars shine so bright;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is the heart heavy?

It's sad for you to live, oh friend, I know
And I understand your sadness
Would you fly away to your native land
And you do not feel sorry for the earthly spring ...

Analysis of the poem "That's the last snow in the field is melting" Tolstoy

The landscape sketch by Alexei Konstantinovich Tolstoy “The last snow in the field is melting” in the finale becomes the confession of a lyrical hero.

The poem was written in 1856. Its author at that time was 39 years old, he is in the court service, adjutant wing. However, he is burdened by the service and a few years later he will retire. A. Tolstoy publishes poetry and prose, tries his hand as a playwright, makes a trip to the Crimea, and finally falls in love. However, this marriage will not be arranged immediately, but after overcoming numerous obstacles. During the same period, the poet fell dangerously ill with typhus while caring for friends who had contracted the same disease. By genre, landscape lyrics with philosophical overtones, by size - trochee with cross-rhyming, 4 stanzas, open and closed rhymes. The intonation is variable: first cordial, light, then mournful. The lyrical hero is the author himself. In quatrain 1, the poet draws the onset of spring. The vocabulary of the poem is neutral, lively, sometimes sublime. The images are classic: melting snow on the fields, steam from the land ready for plowing, tender bells peep here and there, the cranes return. “The forest is dressed in green smoke”: a metaphor emphasizing the poet’s admiration of the eternal picture of the awakening of nature that opened before his eyes. In stanza 2 there are several personifications: a dressed forest is waiting, spring is breathing, everything loves and sings. It seems that the hero joins the jubilant nature. So the sky is “clear and transparent”, and the stars are bright. However, in the 4th stanza, the first disappointed notes appear with a rhetorical question: is it gloomy in the soul, is it heavy in the heart? Internal disharmony destroys the idyll of the landscape. Finally, a direct appeal: it's sad for you to live. He calls his interlocutor "friend." From the context it becomes clear that he can address both his own soul and a woman: you would fly off. Despair suggests thoughts about the meaninglessness of life and spring. "To the native land": a double interpretation is possible. The edge of the underworld or really favorite places since childhood, always nourishing the soul with hope. The prerequisites for such a state of mind should be sought in the biography of A. Tolstoy. The chosen one of his heart is married, but unhappy in marriage. Having fallen in love with Count A. Tolstoy, she tries to leave, but her husband drags out the divorce case. The poet's mother, whose opinion and calmness he so cherished, rebels against these scandalous relations. Only her death allowed the couple to reunite.

In the draft of A. Tolstoy's poem "The last snow in the field is melting," the final quatrain, removed during publication, has been preserved. In it, lovers leave the cruel world together, hoping to meet in eternity.

Choose verses... Alyosha Popovich to B.M. accusations... In the land of rays, invisible to our eyes... Vasily Shibanov Waves rise like mountains... The door has opened again... It happened in days gone by... Wolves The last snow in the field is melting... Thought is growing, like a tree... Where the vines bend over the pool... The soul quietly flew heavenly heavens... Lord, preparing me for battle... You are our sovereign father... Sinner (Excerpts from the poem) Stan is not a fighter... My almond tree... Enough! It's time for me to forget this nonsense... A drop of noisy rain... The wave breaks and splashes and splashes... There are many sounds in the depths of the heart... I forgot my faith, I forgot my language! The thunder stopped, the storm got tired of making noise... The West is fading away in the pale pink distance... The lark's singing is louder... The earth was blooming. In a meadow, dressed in spring ... Serpent Tugarin to I. A. Goncharov (Do not listen to the noise ...) to I. S. Aksakov (Judging me quite strictly ...) Raising his head from the waters ... Ilya Muromets John of Damascus ( Excerpts) The history of the Russian state ... The source behind the cherry orchard ... Ambassador to Roman Mstislavich in Galich ... You are full of sorrows for the suffering of others ... At your feet, queen ... If only I knew, if I knew. .. How good and pleasant it is here... Like a peasant, when they threaten... Prince Mikhailo Repnin Prince Rostislav When the dense forest is silent all around... Kolodniki My bells... The sea sways; wave after wave... If you love, then without reason... You are my land, my dear land!.. Crimean essays IV Kurgan Only one I will stay with me... Raphael's Madonna Me, in the darkness and in the dust... Dear friend, you can't sleep... Passion has passed, and its ardor is disturbing... My soul, full of insignificant fuss... My soul flies with greetings... Wisdom of life Silence descends on the yellow fields... On the pull We are not malice pursued... It was not God's thunder that grief struck... Do not scold me, my friend... Do not believe me, friend, when... Not the wind, blowing from a height... The sea does not foam, the wave does not splash.. Sleepless sun, sad star... No, brothers, I don't know no sleep, no peace! don't try to calm the disturbing spirit... Oh, don't rush there... Embracing each other, they sat... Giving a very rich gift... Oh haystacks, haystacks. .. Oh, is it an honor for a young man to spin flax? .. He led the strings; fall autumn. Our entire poor garden is sprinkled... A birch is wounded with a sharp ax... Song about Harald and Yaroslavna True Transparent clouds calm movement... Against the current An empty house Let the one whose honor is not without reproach... Scatter, part... Stretched out in the open... Rugevit With a gun behind his shoulders, alone, by the moon... Since then since I've been alone... Sadko Heart, flaring up more strongly... I sit and look everything, brothers, over this side... A tear trembles in your jealous gaze... Listening to your story, I fell in love with you, my joy! .. It was getting dark, the hot day was turning pale imperceptibly... Popov's dream In the midst of a noisy ball, by chance... Everyone loves you so much! ... Three battles In vain, artist, you think ... You are a victim of life's anxieties ... You know the land where everything breathes in abundance ... You know, I love it there ... You bend your face, mentioning it .. Don't ask, don't torment... Do you remember, Maria... You're kind of a wicked bastard... People were gathering at the command gates... Swallows, circling, were chirping over the roof... You're a longing mother Oh, grief-stricken! .. You are already my field, cornfield ... Sleep, sad friend ... Ushkuinik Walks Arrogance, puffing up ... Well, brothers, that one should live in the world ... Gypsy songs What a sad abode .. Whatever the day, like breaking down with moisture... That you bowed your head... Bad weather is noisy in the yard... I recognized you, holy convictions... I dozed off, my head bowed...

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Now the last snow in the field is melting, Warm steam rises from the ground, And the blue jug is blooming, And the cranes are calling each other. The young forest, dressed in green smoke, Waits impatiently for warm thunderstorms; All springs are warmed by breath, All around loves and sings; In the morning the sky is clear and transparent, At night the stars shine so bright; Why is it so dark in your soul And why is your heart heavy? It's hard for you to live, my friend, I know, And I understand your sadness: If you flew away to your native land And you don't feel sorry for the earthly spring... _______________ Oh, wait, wait a little more, Let me go there with you... It's easier the road will seem to us - Let's fly it hand in hand! .. Note: in the final author's version, the last stanza is missing

A.K. Tolstoy. My bells...
Moscow, "Young Guard", 1978.

Alexey Tolstoy
“The last snow in the field is melting...”
Now the last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth
And the blue jar is blooming,
And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms impatiently waiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,
At night the stars shine so bright;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is the heart heavy?

It's hard for you to live, my friend, I know
And I understand your sadness
Would you fly away to your native land
And you do not feel sorry for the earthly spring ...

Oh wait, wait a little more
Let me go there with you...
The road will seem easier to us -
Let's fly her hand with hand! ..

Tolstoy Alexey Konstantinovich (1817-1875)
A.K. Tolstoy belongs to one of the oldest noble families. The last Ukrainian hetman, K. Razumovsky, was his great-grandfather, and Count A.K. Razumovsky, a senator under Catherine II and Minister of Public Education under Alexander I, was his grandfather. A.K. Tolstoy was born in St. Petersburg, and the future poet spent his childhood in Ukraine, on the estate of his uncle A. Perovsky, a well-known novelist of the 1920s, who appeared in print under the pseudonym Anthony Pogorelsky. As a teenager, Tolstoy traveled abroad, to Germany and Italy.

Tolstoy's satirical and humorous poems are no less interesting than his lyrics. Here is a witty joke - inscriptions on Pushkin's poems, a dedication to A. Fet, these are the works of Kozma Prutkov, as well as numerous satires, among which the "History of the Russian State from Gostomysl to Timashev" occupies a special place.
During Tolstoy's lifetime, the only collection of his poems was published (1867).
The poet died in his estate Krasny Rog in the Chernigov province.

Universal anthology. Grade 2 Team of authors

“The last snow in the field is melting…”

Now the last snow in the field is melting,

Warm steam rises from the earth

And the blue jar is blooming,

And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,

Warm thunderstorms impatiently waiting;

All springs are warmed by breath,

Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,

At night the stars shine so bright;

Why is it so dark in your soul

And why is the heart heavy?

It's sad for you to live, oh friend, I know

And I understand your sadness

Would you fly away to your native land

And you do not feel sorry for the earthly spring ...

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