Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.

Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own idiosyncratic beauty with stolen glitter.

Humboldt W.

Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not in verses alone: ​​it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.

Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"

To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore drive away critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry that has rejected the word.

The seasons are an unchanging theme in the work of many Russian poets. Autumn occupies a special place because of its mystery and mystery. On the one hand, the greatness, the magnificence of nature, the riot of colors. On the other hand, sadness, sadness, longing penetrating the heart. It is with autumn that the most unique and fruitful period in the work of A.S. Pushkin is associated. Retiring to Boldino, he created masterpieces that subsequently conquered the world.
"...and every autumn I bloom again..."

"...Days late autumn usually scold
But she is dear to me, dear reader,
Silent beauty, shining humbly,
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her alone ... "

"...Now it's my time: I don't like spring..."

"It's a sad time! Eye charm,
Your parting beauty is pleasant to me ... "

"...and poetry awakens in me..."
All these lines emphasize the poet's special endless love for autumn.
Also, an unusual tenderness for the autumn season shines through in the prose and poetry of I.A. Bunin, a true Russian patriot. You are amazed at the picturesque epithets, the brightness and clarity of the images, the strength of feelings expressed in Bunin's poems.
“... Forest, like a painted tower
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands above the bright meadow ... "

“... Birches with yellow carvings
Shine in the azure blue ... "

“.... And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ... "

"...air web fabric
Shine like a net of silver ... "

“... Today he plays all day
The last moth in the yard
And like a white petal
Freezes on the web ... "

Reading these lines, you vividly imagine these enchanting pictures, you feel the autumn smells and admire the poet's ability to bring all the autumn splendor to paper.
Of course, one cannot ignore Tyutchev's poetic word, one of the few highest peaks of Russian lyrics. F.I. Tyutchev created truly soulful Russian landscapes.

“... There are in the lordship of autumn evenings
A touching, mysterious charm ... "

"... The meek smile of fading,
What in a rational being do we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering ... "

"Wrapped in things with drowsiness
The half-naked forest is sad ... "

"...How fading cute..."
In general, in Tyutchev's poems dedicated to Russian nature, one can feel the poet's equal love for all seasons. I can not single out his special attitude to any one pore. Tyutchev with extraordinary skill, brilliance, grace writes about a young spring, a sultry summer, an enchantress-winter and, of course, about a mysterious and mysterious autumn.
As a contrast to the gentle autumn lyrics of Pushkin, Bunin, Tyutchev, autumn sounds in P.A. Vyazemsky.

“... Yesterday I was still moaning over the numb garden
The wind of boring autumn ... "

“... languid despondency wandered with a dull look
Through the groves and meadows that are empty all around.
The forest matured as a cemetery, the meadow matured as a cemetery ... "

“... The ancient oak turned black in the forest,
like a naked corpse...

“... And the waters are dim, under a veil of fogs,
They slumbered in a dead sleep in the silent shores ... "

“... Nature is pale, with despondency in features
I was struck by the longing of death .... "
Here is a completely different spectacle. Reading these lines, you look forward to the end of this dreary time and the beginning of a cheerful, fresh, festive winter.
Beautiful poems about the autumn of poets of the twentieth century: B.L. Pasternak-- "... Autumn-sunny chamber ...", D.S. Samoilov "Red Autumn". and everywhere, as in the poetry of the 19th century, bright and unusual images giving different pictures and states of autumn.
I believe that the theme of native nature is eternal poetry, because the heart of nature and the heart of man merge. The description of autumn allows poets to express the innermost, the hidden, what may have been hidden even from themselves. And the more I read into the lines of poems, the more I discover in them.

Shamina Anastasia

The research project "Autumn motives in the work of Russian poets and writers" was created by a 4th grade student Anastasia Shamina. The purpose of the project: to study the work of Russian poets and writers who addressed the theme of autumn in their works. Research methods: search, questioning, experiment.

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Research project "Autumn motives in the work of Russian poets and writers" Completed by: student of the 4th "b" class, MOU "Gymnasium No. 17" Shamina Anastasia Supervisor: Baukina Yulia Alexandrovna

INTRODUCTION Writers and poets have always been attracted by native nature. She is dear to every poet and writer with her direct life.

In the project, I would like to touch on only a small part of the whole variety of poetic descriptions of nature, namely the transitional period of summer to winter - the “golden” autumn.

The purpose of the project: to study the work of Russian poets and writers who turned to the theme of autumn in their works.

Project objectives: - to get acquainted with the features, means of depicting native nature in autumn in poetry and prose. - conduct a survey of students - conduct experiments - try to create something new in poems about nature on the theme of autumn.

Research methods: search; - analysis and generalization of the studied; - questioning students; - experiment.

Selective questioning among students of the 3rd and 4th grades. Question: Name three of your favorite Russian writers and poets who wrote about nature in the autumn period.

Questioning of the 3rd grades - 18 students Questioning of the 4th grades - 25 students Conclusion: the most famous and widely read poets and writers who wrote about autumn are A.S. Pushkin, F.M. Tyutchev, A.A. Fet, S.A. Yesenin.

Studying sources of information, collecting material

The legacy of Russian, Soviet writers who sang of their native nature. (Features, language of presentation and used artistic means in the description of native nature in autumn)

AS Pushkin Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin always waited for autumn, which he loved with all his heart. For Pushkin, this was the most fruitful time of the year. Even the dullest pictures of autumn were inspirational. "It's a sad time! Oh charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasing to me - I love the magnificent withering of nature, In crimson and gold dressed forests...»

"crimson", "gold", "farewell beauty", "glamor of the eyes" - these chic epithets, metaphors emphasize how autumn is dear to the poet, he is ready to find the most excellent expressions.

Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet accurately describes the smallest details of nature in autumn. Associativity - form style Feta. “The forest showered its peaks, The garden bared its brow, September died, and the dahlias Burned with the breath of the night ....”

Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. He is called the "old man - forest man" of Russian literature. short stories about the nature of the autumn season Prishvin in the form of notes convey the mood of romance and pleasant sadness that hovers in nature in autumn. "Autumn dew" It was overshadowing. Flies bang on the ceiling. The sparrows are herding. Magpie families graze on the roads. Roski cold, gray. Another dewdrop in the bosom of the leaf sparkles all day.

Comparative analysis "What mood prevails in each autumn month?" Name Mood Colors September Cheerful. Admiration for the magnificence of the withering of nature Yellow, red, orange October Sadness from immersing nature in a dream. Brown, yellow November The joy of waiting for a snow-white winter with its charms. Grey, white, brown

Experiment #1 On the subject of interchangeability of words and phrases in poems about autumn nature famous poets. 1. The sky was already breathing in autumn The sun was shining less often, The day was getting shorter, The mysterious canopy of the forests was exposed with a sad noise (A.S. Pushkin) (replacement) It was already showered again in the autumn, And the sun sparkled less often, The day became less and less, The mysterious canopy of the forests With a parting noise she was naked

2. Is in the autumn of the original short, but marvelous time- The whole day stands as if crystal, And the evenings are radiant ... (F.I. Tyutchev) (replacement) There is a sad autumn in the short, but glorious time - The whole day stands as if crystal, From the gilding of the evening ...

Conclusion: I made several attempts to replace words and metaphors in the classics' poems about nature and tried to write new poems. As a result, I received quite satisfactory quatrains about autumn. Of course, to achieve an accurate hit, or at least not make it much worse, is a practically impossible task, which I was convinced of.

Experiment No. 2. Autumn. Sprinkle all our poor garden. Leaves, yellowed, fly in the wind (A. Tolstoy) The air is empty, Birds are no longer heard (F. Tyutchev) Flocks of birds fly away over the blue sea (K. Balmont) And the garden darkens like an oak tree Like a reflection of the old past (F. Tyutchev) And we understand the voice of the past summer more clearly (A. Fet) And Autumn, like a quiet widow, Enters into its motley tower. (I. Bunin)

Autumn. Sprinkle all our poor garden. Yellowed leaves fly in the wind. The air is empty, Birds are no longer heard, Flocks of birds fly away over the blue sea. And the garden darkens like an oak tree, Like a reflection of the old past. And the voice of the past summer We understand more clearly. And Autumn, like a quiet widow, Enters her motley tower. "Autumn motives"

Conclusion: The resulting poem has a good rhythm, the rhyme is preserved. The lines of one master of the artistic word in no way spoiled the lines of another. It turned out colorful and expressive.

A test of strength in poetry The trees got tired of the crown over the summer, A heavy dress is put on the branches. But here comes September, well done, The foliage crumbles, the heat is over. In the morning it still draws warmth from the earth, Fog on the water, cranes in the sky. Such a picture is like a fairy tale, And I pick up brushes and paint. I like to watch the autumn season, Wander through the woods along an unfamiliar path. What a pity that it ends quickly, But there is no eternal, and life goes on. (A. A. Shamina)

Conclusions: Studying the work of Russian poets and writers about nature in the autumn period, I noted the following character traits: colorfulness, figurativeness, expressiveness, associativity. After spending comparative analysis works about each autumn month, one can say that autumn causes not only sadness and sadness, but also a joyful, cheerful mood. 3. Search and research enriches aesthetic experience, develops artistic taste.

Thank you for your attention!

Extracurricular activity on the topic: " Golden autumn in the works of Russian writers"

Goals:

To expand students' knowledge of Russian writers;

To acquaint students with the texts of the works of Russian writers and poets about autumn;

To develop the ability to express one's feelings in relation to what is read, to learn to understand the mood, thoughts of the poet;

To teach schoolchildren to distinguish between periods of autumn on the basis of a poetic and prose text;

Develop creative thinking

Equipment: presentation for the lesson, cards with texts of poems and prose, music

P. Tchaikovsky “Seasons. October. Autumn song”, concert by A. Vivaldi “Autumn”. Literary

works (A. Pushkin "A dull time! Eyes charm", F. Tyutchev "There is in the original autumn", etc.)

musical works (P. Tchaikovsky from the cycle "The Seasons" "October. Autumn Song", 2nd part of the concerto for violin and orchestra, A. Vivaldi "Autumn" from the cycle "The Seasons")

Watch a video about autumn.

What season are we watching the story about?

Teacher

In the Russian harsh northern nature there is a touching charm, unusually close to our hearts . Our endless meadows, covered with emerald greenery, are surprisingly good, in our native nature there is something that is heard in a poetic style, that is sung in a folk song, that resonates in the heart of everyone.
At one time, the Russian philosopher I. A. Ilyin wrote: “Two suns walk across the Russian sky - the natural sun, giving us a stormy spring, red-hot summer, farewell beauty- autumn and severely formidable, but beautiful white winter and the spiritual sun, giving us in spring the feast of the bright Resurrection of Christ, in winter the promised Christmas and spiritually invigorating Baptism.
Every season is delightful in the landscape of Russian nature, it causes delight or aching sadness, but in any case, a feeling of gratitude for what you see.

In today's lesson, we will learn how the works of Russian poets, writers, artists, composers present a wonderful time of the year - autumn.

This is how the poet, writer and our countryman I.A. sees autumn. Bunin. He was born on October 22, 1870 in the city of Voronezh and lived there until the age of three. When the boy was 3 years old, the family moved to their estate in the village. Ozerki (now it is the Yelets district).

Poem by I.A. Bunin "Leaf Fall" will read ... (The student reads by heart)

leaf fall

Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower.

Most of Bunin's poetry is the lyrics of native places, the motives of village life, the subtle painting of nature. Bunin is a master of unusually precise and subtle sketches of nature.

Reading by the teacher of an excerpt from the story of I.A. Bunin "Antonov apples."
“...I remember early fine autumn. August was with warm rains... Then Indian summer a lot of cobwebs settled on the fields... I remember an early, fresh, quiet morning... autumn freshness. The air is so pure, as if it were not there at all ... And the cool silence of the morning is broken only by the well-fed clucking of thrushes on coral rowan trees in the thicket of the garden, voices and the booming clatter of apples poured into measures and tubs. In the thinned garden one can see the road to the big hut strewn with straw.” Here live philistine gardeners who have rented a garden. “On holidays, there is a whole fair near the hut, and red dresses are constantly flashing behind the trees.” Everyone comes for apples. Boys in white slouchy shirts and short trousers come up, with white heads open. They walk in twos and threes, finely pawing their bare feet, and squinting at a shaggy shepherd dog tied to an apple tree.

"A vigorous Antonovka - for a merry year." Rural affairs are good if Antonovka is born: it means that bread is born ... I remember a harvest year ... "

For the 6th year in a row, the ancient Russian city of Yelets hosts the Antonov Apples festival, which is associated with the life and work of the great Russian writer Ivan Alekseevich Bunin. The holiday is based on the works of the writer, in which the image of the Russian provincial life.

Autumn - favorite time the year of the great Russian poet A.S. Pushkin. “Autumn is coming. This is my favorite time - my health is usually getting stronger - the time for my literary works is coming ... "

"Boldino Autumn" of 1830 stands apart in the poet's work. In 1830, Pushkin arrived in Boldino at the very beginning of autumn and lived here for three months - from September to November. It was the most amazing autumn in his life. The poet is accustomed to work hard in autumn time- with her arrival, there was always a happy feeling of strengthening strength and creative lightness. But what happened in Boldin that autumn was unexpected for him. So he was never written anywhere. Autumn seclusion, a sense of solitude from outside world, a feeling of complete freedom, even the local nature - calm landscapes with smooth rolling hills under a huge dome of the sky - all contributed to a special creative mood of the soul.

Poems by A.S. Pushkin is read by children (by heart)

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.

Sad time! oh charm!

Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -

I love the magnificent nature of wilting,

Forests clad in crimson and gold,

In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,

And the heavens are covered with mist,

And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,

And distant gray winter threats.

Now we will listen to a poem by Konstantin Balmont and Fyodor Tyutchev

Autumn
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.
The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

Fedor Tyutchev

Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
To the resting field...

Listen to the miniature of N.I. Sladkov "Golden rain". (Reading by teacher)

GOLDEN RAIN

All summer the leaves exposed their palms and cheeks, backs and tummies to the sun. And before that they were filled and soaked with the sun that by autumn they themselves became like the suns - crimson and gold. They poured, became heavy - and flowed. Orioles flew in the wind. They jumped squirrels over the knots. They rushed like martens on the ground.

Golden rain rustled in the forest. A drop clicks on a leaf - the leaf falls off. Tits on a branch are brought in - leaves will splatter on the sides. The wind will suddenly fly in - a motley tornado will spin. And if a heavy scythe breaks into the branches from the fly, a sparkling waterfall will gush. The trees are knee-deep in leaves. The Christmas trees were decorated with leaves. The ferns warmed up under the leaves. Mushrooms hid under the trees. The leaves rustle, scrape, murmur. Leaves fly, jump, swim. Leaves sway on cobwebs. Leaves above, below and around.

Noisy golden rain.

Questions on the content of the listened text:

What feeling does this description evoke?

What words depict leaves as living beings?

What paint words does N.I. Sladkov to show the colors of autumn?

What words convey the sound of falling leaves?

I. Tokmakova “The birdhouse is empty…”: (student reads)

Empty birdhouse -
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everything is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.

Work on the content of the poem:

1. What autumn phenomenon does the poet describe? 2. With whom does the poet compare leaves?

3. How are leaves and birds similar?

4. What mood does this poem create?

Poets write poems with words, expressing their feelings, love for their native land, nature, and artists create their paintings with paints.

Acquaintance with the painting by I. Levitan "Golden Autumn", etc.

What colors did the landscape painter use to recreate autumn? (yellow, red, purple, blue, pink)

The beauty of an autumn day is conveyed through color, colors.

What feelings does the picture evoke? (Children's answers)

Listen to the work of P.I. Tchaikovsky "The Seasons. Autumn".

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in his work conveyed the silence of autumn, the thoughtfulness of nature. October, mid-autumn. This is not an early, lavishly dressed and elegant autumn, but another - with falling leaves, dull, sad, with a quiet cry of autumn rain.

Now you are the artist. What you see autumn, show in your paintings. (Children draw autumn)

CONFIGURATION OF THE STUDYED MATERIAL.

Teacher

What season did we talk about in class?

Which description of autumn did you like the most?