Hollows stars reflecting holes. Features of landscape lyrics

1874 - the Bunin family moves to the family estate. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin was born on October 22, 1870 in Voronezh. The agonizing pain of separation from the Motherland. What is the main theme of all the works of I.A. Bunin. What feelings does the poem evoke? Bunin. He and his sister Masha ate black bread. Bunin's poem was published for the first time in the Rodina newspaper. Write down phrases that characterize the features of creativity.

"Mr. from San Francisco" - Before the last exit. Such lightness in everything, and in life, and in audacity, and in death. On the deck of the Atlantis. Gentleman from San Francisco. I.A. Bunin. Reflection of the tragedy and catastrophic nature of life in the stories of I. Bunin " Easy breath", "The Gentleman from San Francisco". Now I have one way out ... What is "Easy breathing" according to Bunin I.A. High school headmaster. Olya Meshcherskaya.

"Biography of Bunin Ivan Alekseevich" - Time of hard work. The gymnasium where Bunin did not finish his studies. Bunin died. Last days. Bunin and Pashchenko. Alexei Nikolaevich Bunin. Rose of Jericho. English language. Bunin visited Yalta. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin. Family life Bunin. Nobel Prize. The beginning of creativity. Odessa. Bunin's prose. Ludmila Alexandrovna Bunina. Bunin became the first Russian laureate Nobel Prize. Bunin's house. Emigrant period.

"The Life of I.A. Bunin" - Adolescence. Death. literary debut. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin. Entering the gymnasium in Yelets in 1881, he studied there for only five years. Parents took Vanya and younger sisters. Life in exile. Bunin repeatedly expressed his desire to return to his homeland. In 1874, the Bunins moved from the city to the countryside. Childhood. Nobel Laureate. Mother. 1895 - a turning point in the fate of the writer. Father. Trips. Life after death.

"Dark Alleys" Bunin - Interior. Nikolai Alekseevich is tired of life. Scenery. Life outcomes. Baba is the mind chamber. Love in the life of heroes. Remark. Nikolay Alekseevich. Heroes of the novel. Nikolai Alekseevich is tired. genre features. The originality of the interpretation of the theme of love. New in the character of Nikolai Alekseevich. moral lessons I.A. Bunin. Portrait of Hope. Hope. Talking detail. Before us is a tired man. Landscape drawing. What Nikolai Alekseevich is tired of.

"Biography and creativity of Bunin" - Systematic education future writer didn't get what he regretted all his life. It was Julius who had a great influence on the formation of Bunin's tastes and views. Ivan Alekseevich was buried in the Russian cemetery of Saint-Genevieve de Bois near Paris. Outwardly, Bunin's poems looked traditional both in form and in subject matter. Creative activity Bunin began to write early. He wrote essays, sketches, poems. And yet, despite the imitativeness, there was some special intonation in Bunin's verses.

Ivan Alekseevich Bunin

April burned out bright evening,
A cold dusk fell over the meadows.
The rooks are sleeping; distant noise of the stream
In the dark, mysteriously stalled.

But fresh smells of greenery
Young frozen black soil,
And flows cleaner over the fields
Starlight in the silence of the night.

Through the hollows, reflecting the stars,
The pits shine with quiet water,
Cranes, calling each other,
Cautiously stretching in a crowd.

And spring in a green grove
Waiting for the dawn, holding her breath, -
Sensitively listens to the rustle of trees,
Vigilantly looks into the dark fields.

The early period of Ivan Bunin's work is by no means associated with prose, but with poetry. The novice writer was convinced that poetry is the most accurate and figurative form of conveying his thoughts and feelings, so he tried to convey his observations to readers with their help.

It was this period of Bunin's work that is characterized by surprisingly beautiful landscape lyrics with carefully calibrated metaphors, which in their elegance are in no way inferior to the figurative comparisons of Fet or Maykov, the recognized kings of landscape lyrics. Young Bunin has amazing powers of observation and knows how to notice every little thing, transforming it into expressive and memorable images.

Unlike their predecessors, Ivan Bunin does not strive to animate nature, perceiving it with a great deal of objectivity. However, he never ceases to admire how handsome and flawless the world whose harmony invariably makes an indelible impression on the author. In a similarly enthusiastic vein, the poem “April bright evening burned out” was written in 1892.

This work is dedicated to the first spring days, when the earth is just awakening from its winter hibernation. It is still quite cold in the evenings, and with the onset of twilight there is little to remind you that fine days are just around the corner. Nevertheless, the poet notes that it is on the cold April evenings that “the young chilled black soil smells fresh of greenery.” Even the insidious spring frosts have already receded, and at night "along the hollows, reflecting the stars, the pits shine with quiet water." The world, as Bunin subtly notes, is gradually changing. However, to the uninitiated, this process seems completely invisible. Only when flocks of cranes return to their native places appear on the horizon, the last doubts that spring has already come into its own disappear. “Cranes, calling to each other, cautiously stretch in a crowd,” the author notes.

Wherein It seems to Bunin that spring itself is still waiting for something and is in no hurry to give life-giving warmth to the world around. She "sensitively listens to the rustle of trees, vigilantly looks into the dark fields", trying to understand whether it is worth coming to this land at all. And such indecision evokes conflicting feelings in the poet's soul: he wants to both hasten the capricious spring and prolong those amazing moments when the world is still preparing for its arrival.

Russian lyrics are rich in poetic images of nature. Poets deified motherland, unforgettable Russian expanses, beauty ordinary landscapes. I.A. Bunin was no exception. Once in love with nature home country, he constantly refers to this topic in his poems, conveying unusual colors, sounds, smells native side. The theme of nature will become the main one for Bunin's lyrics, many poems will be dedicated to it.

I.A. Bunin captured in his poetry various moments of life. It is important for the poet to convey the various states of nature. In a poem

“April bright evening has burned down…” shows a brief moment of extinction of a quiet spring evening.

Bunin conveyed natural changes, when “rooks sleep”, “cold dusk fell over the meadows”, “pits shine with still water”. The reader not only feels the charm April evening, his special breath, but also feels that “the young chilled black soil smells of greenery”, hears how “cranes, calling to each other, cautiously stretch in a crowd”, “sensitively listens to the rustle of trees”. Everything in nature is hidden and, together with Spring itself, “is waiting for the dawn, holding its breath.” Silence, peace, an unforgettable feeling of the beauty of being emanates from Bunin's lines.

The role in Bunin's poetry has a smell, the reader feels the inexplicable charm of Central Russian nature. In the poem "It smells like fields - fresh herbs," the lyrical hero catches the fragrance "from hayfields and oak forests." The poem conveys "meadows cool breath." In nature, everything froze in anticipation of a thunderstorm, which is personified by the poet and appears as a mysterious stranger with "crazy eyes".

"Dusk and languor" in nature before a thunderstorm. The poet depicted a brief moment when "the distance gets dark over the fields", "the cloud grows, covered the sun and turns blue." Lightning resembles "a sword that flashed for a moment." Initially, Bunin titled the poem "Under a cloud", but then he removed the title, since such a title does not give that complete picture which the poet wanted to portray. In general, many poems by I.A. Bunin about nature do not have names, since it is impossible to express the state of nature and convey sensations in two or three words. lyrical hero.

In the poem “It’s also cold and cheese ...” is drawn february landscape. IN lyrical work the image of God's world is given, which is transformed and rejuvenated with the onset of spring: “bushes and puddles”, “trees in the bosom of the sky”, bullfinches. Significant last stanza poetic work. The lyrical hero is attracted by the unopened landscape,

... And what shines in these colors:

Love and joy of being.

Human feelings, dreams and desires are closely intertwined in Bunin's poetry with images of nature. Through landscape sketches by I.A. Bunin passes complex world human soul. In the poem "Fairy Tale" reality and fantasy are mixed, dream and reality, fairy tale and reality are inseparable from each other.

The lyrical hero has a fabulous dream: deserted shores, seashore, "pink sand", the northern sea. A picture of a fabulous land opens up before the reader. The feeling of the unreality of what is happening is conveyed by the epithets: “along the deserted shores”, “under the wild blue sea”, “in a dense forest”, “pink sand”, “mirror reflection of the sea”, which create a mood of mysterious expectation of a miracle.

From the final quatrain of the poem, it can be seen that landscape sketches of a distant desert region help the poet convey a sense of longing, longing for an irrevocably gone youth:

I dreamed of the northern sea

Forested desert lands...

I dreamed of the distance, I dreamed of a fairy tale -

I dreamed about my youth.

The poetic world of I.A. Bunin is diverse, but it is the pictures of nature that are revealed in his poetry inner world lyrical hero. The brightest cloudless time human life considered childhood. It is about him that I.A. Bunin his poem "Childhood", where he also conveys the feelings and experiences of the lyrical hero through natural images. The poet associates childhood with a sunny summer, when it is "sweeter in the forest to breathe a dry, resinous aroma."

The feelings of happiness of the lyrical hero, the fullness of life are conveyed by the following poetic epithets, comparisons and metaphors: “wander through these sunny chambers”, “sand is like silk”, “bright light everywhere”, “bark ... so warm, so warmed by the sun”.

I.A. Bunin is rightfully considered a singer of Russian nature. In the poet's lyrics, landscape sketches reveal the feelings, thoughts, experiences of the lyrical hero, convey a brief moment of fascination with the pictures of life.

* * *

The dark forest glowed in the sun,

In the valley of steam, thin whitens,

And sang an early song

In azure the lark is sonorous.

Sings, sparkling in the sun:

"Spring came to us young,

Here I sing the coming of spring.

Vasily Zhukovsky.

* * *

On all snowy fields there are red spots - thawed patches. Day by day there are more and more of them. You don’t even have time to blink an eye, as all these little freckles merge into one big spring.

All winter the forests and fields smelled of snow. Now the new smells have thawed out. Where crawling, and where on light trickles of the wind they rushed above the ground.

Black layers of thawed arable land, like black ridges of waves, smell of earth and wind. The forest smells of rotten leaves and heated bark. Smells ooze from everywhere: from the thawed earth, through the first green bristle of grass, through the first flowers that look like splashes of the sun. They flow in streams from the first sticky leaves of birches, drip along with birch sap.

Along their invisible odorous paths, the first bees rush to the flowers and the first butterflies rush. Bunnies sniff their noses - they smell green grass! And you can’t resist yourself, stick your nose into the willow “lambs”. And your nose will turn yellow from sticky pollen.

Fast forest streams absorbed the smells of mosses, old grass, stale leaves, heavy birch drops - and carried along the ground.

There are more and more smells: they are thicker and sweeter. And soon all the air in the forest will become a solid smell. And even the first green haze over the birches will not seem like a color, but a smell.

And all freckles - thawed patches will merge into one big fragrant spring.

Nikolay Sladkov.

* * *

Chased by spring rays,

There is already snow from the surrounding mountains

Escaped by muddy streams

To flooded meadows.

Nature's clear smile

Through a dream meets the morning of the year;

Blue, the skies are shining.

Still transparent, forests

As if they are turning green.

Bee for tribute in the field

Flies from the wax cell.

The valleys dry and dazzle;

The herds are noisy, and the nightingale

Already sang in the silence of the nights.

Alexander Pushkin.

* * *

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 him loves and sings.

Alexey Tolstoy.

* * *

The kingdom of vernal days has returned:

The brook is ringing on the pebbles,

And with a cry a flock of cranes

It's flying towards us.

Resin smells from the forests,

Blushing, buds of petals

Breathe suddenly

And millions of flowers

The meadow is covered.

Stepan Drozhzhin.

* * *

The April bright evening burned out ,

A cold dusk fell over the meadows.

The rooks are sleeping; distant sound of the stream

In the dark, mysteriously stalled.

But fresh smells of greenery

Young frozen black earth,

And flows more often over the fields

Starlight in the silence of the night.

Through the hollows, reflecting the stars,

The pits shine with quiet water,

Cranes, calling each other,

Cautiously pull in a crowd.

And spring in a green grove

Waiting for the dawn, holding her breath, -

Sensitively listens to the rustle of trees,

Vigilantly looks into the dark fields.

Ivan Surikov.

The long-awaited spring has come! There is almost no snow left. The earth is slowly beginning to change.

The first trees are blooming. You can hear how hungry insects are buzzing, looking for food. The hairy bumblebee circled over the bare trees for a long time, and then finally sat down on the willow and hummed even louder. The beautiful willow will feed all the insects that come to her.

A carpet of primroses spreads underfoot. Here are the mother and stepmother, and the corydalis, and the goose onion, and many other plants blooming in early spring.

The force of life wins! Tiny sprouts make their way and reach for the sun. They so want to live, to please people with their beauty.