Away from home to the snowy expanse of the author. Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Frost on the glass
drew a pattern,
Inflicted with silver
White lush forest.
early in the morning
I'll go to the window
I'll be in that forest
Listen to silence.
Do I wonder?
Or dreaming?
I'm running down the ski track
I hear the sound of pines
Winds through the snow
Fresh fox trail
Melts in the meadow
Pink dawn.
And tremble in the darkness
White smoke of birches -
fairy tale on glass
Drawn frost.
T. Shorygina
Frost
Silver through the trees
The veil was thrown -
Snow-white, fluffy,
Lace beauty!
And the sad birch itself
I couldn't find out myself
So skillfully adorned
Winter tree branches...
G. Galina
The blizzard blew up
bent fir
Down to earth. With fright
The shutters creaked.
And snowflakes in the window
Moths are fighting
Melt and teardrops
They pour down the glass.
Complaint to someone
The wind blows on something
And it rages fiercely:
Nobody heard.
And a flock of snowflakes
Everyone is knocking on the window
And with tears, melting,
It flows over the glass.
S. Yesenin
Snow yes snow
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.
A. Blok
in winter
How much snow! How much snow! -
The kids screamed
And, taking shovels, sleds,
Ran out of the yard...
Their cheeks are alley dawns,
Eyes glow like an asterisk.
And silently all at once
And they scream and talk.
Their ringing laughter is heard
Far away in the cold...
That's why I love kids
Hot and deep.
Missed, didn't drink
But they saw the space -
Faces lit up with happiness
A clear sun blazed up.
F. Shkulev
From the poem, "Frost, Red Nose"
It is not the wind that rages over the forest,
Streams did not run from the mountains,
Frost-voivode patrol
Bypasses his possessions.
Looks - good blizzards
Forest paths brought
And are there any cracks, cracks,
Is there any bare ground anywhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy,
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound
In great and small waters?
Walks - walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard...
N. Nekrasov
The creak of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights away;
On the icy walls
Crystals sparkle.
From eyelashes hung in the eyes
silver fluff,
Silence of the cold night
Takes the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb
Just to sleep;
The clear air itself is shy
Breathe in the cold.
A. Fet
Where is the sweet whisper
my forests?
murmuring streams,
Meadow flowers?
The trees are bare;
Winter carpet
Covered the hills
Meadows and valleys.
Under the ice
With your bark
The stream is numb;
Everything is numb
Only the evil wind
Raging, howling
And the sky covers
Gray haze.
E. Baratynsky
White birch
White birch
under my window
covered with snow,
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
snow border
Brushes blossomed
White fringe.
And there is a birch
In sleepy silence
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire
A dawn, lazy
Walking around,
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
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 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 the 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 landscape sketch"snow expanse" of course, light colors 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 with semantics abounds. 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 are imbued art space"An old hut", 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, new topic associated with the coming of spring.
"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 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 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.