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Analysis of the poem "Spring Waters"

messengers of spring

In his work, F. I. Tyutchev devoted many works to the description of nature, where he mainly depicted its dynamics, movement and variability. Almost all of his poems convey changes in nature: the change of bright colors of autumn, the spring revival, the approach of a thunderstorm. The poem "Spring Waters", which he wrote in 1830, can be attributed to landscape lyrics. It describes the period of early spring when:

Snow is still whitening in the fields

However, this is all that can remind of the former power of winter, which covered the whole earth with a thick layer of snow to protect it from severe frost. But, her hour has already struck, and spring has already fully come into its own:

And the waters are noisy in spring.

And all nature wakes up from the stormy stream of spring waters. With brilliance, sparkling and shimmering under the gentle spring sun, they run without getting tired:

They run and wake up the sleepy shore

They run and shine and say ...

Spring waters are the first harbingers of the final arrival of spring. The author shows this moment very vividly, dynamically, using frequent repetitions to enhance the significance of the movement. keywords. The next few lines, reflecting the mood of running spring waters, are the culmination of the verse, they are the most filled with significance, strength and energy:

Spring is coming, spring is coming!

We are messengers of young spring,

She sent us ahead!”

And certainly, after such a stormy stream of spring waters, a warm May will come, which is most dreamed of, after a long hibernation. The joy of the arrival of spring is reborn in a poem in the delight of the eve of May days:

Spring is coming, spring is coming!

And quiet, warm May days

Ruddy, bright round dance

Crowds merrily after her.

Tyutchev's poem "Spring Waters" is filled with dynamics and movement. In it, the author conveys the state of nature not with a landscape, but with a scene - in action. The arrival of spring crowns the “ruddy, bright round dance” of “warm May days”, which the author himself is looking forward to. And this expectation is even more inspiring and empowering, like a long anticipation of something very desirable. It is the stormy spring waters and the warmth and fresh greenery that follow them that are the most vividly spring.

F.I. Tyutchev is the author of many poems, but is better known for his works in which he described nature. One of the most famous collections of lyric poems was written during his work in Munich, where he lived and worked, but was very homesick.

Fedor Ivanovich Tyutchev wrote his poem "Spring Waters" in 1829 while in Germany. In early spring he watched nature, noted how spring comes to earth and wrote down all his observations in a poem. The style of the work is landscape lyrics, it was this way of writing that the author often used when creating his poems. The poem is written in iambic tetrameter and is easy to remember, so it was introduced into school curriculum lower grades. After all, even a very young person will be able to feel all the beauty and harmony of nature.

What is this work about, about nature, about the awakening of all living things from winter sleep. Although the snow still lies somewhere in the fields, and sonorous streams ran to tell everyone the good news about the arrival of spring on earth. With their loud, joyful cries, the streams wake up the entire sleeping neighborhood. They run, splashing water, acting like children, naughty and breaking free, Nothing can stop these streams. And it seems that the beauty of spring itself, in the form of a young girl, is about to appear after the streams. And the May days, guys, in bright painted shirts, skipping the girl-spring ahead, with a timid look, stand and wait for their turn. A little more time will pass, and the May days will spin everyone in a cheerful round dance. The poem is literally permeated with joy, gaiety and youthful enthusiasm.

F.I. Tyutchev wrote many poems dedicated to nature. And "Spring Waters" is one of the most famous and memorable. The author, as it were, revived the main characters of his work. It would seem, how can water say something, but in the poem the water streams scream, tell about the change of the season, about the joy that has come to the earth. The author uses colorful epithets and descriptions in writing. So, for example, only Tyutchev was able to give the streams the role of messengers, in spring the image of a young maiden, May days are presented as a group of ruddy, cheerful youth. The beauty of nature still sleepy after winter, the sounds of water, snow and the feeling of the arrival of spring - main topic poems.

What does the reader feel when he gets acquainted with the work "Spring Waters". Definitely this is joy, a feeling of expectation of the arrival of something new, fun. It seems that a little more and the author himself will break after the streams. After reading the poem, the reader receives a charge positive emotions, joys and sensations of flight. The living power of the poem helps to look at the world in a new way, more positively.

In the poem, the author used such methods of expression as metaphor, personification, repetitions. All this helped to make the work quite bright, dynamic, lively and positive. The description of the ongoing change in nature can be compared with the awakening of the human soul, the onset of spring in the hearts of people.

"Spring" Artist S. Vinogradov

Tyutchev's poems about spring, like all his works devoted to nature in general, are a kind of ardent declaration of love. Tyutchev believed that man was granted a great blessing - the opportunity to enjoy the pictures of nature.

"Spring Waters"

Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And the waters are already rustling in the spring -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run, and shine, and say ...

They say all over the place:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming,
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!

Spring is coming, spring is coming
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
Crowds cheerfully for her! .. "

The subtle soul of nature, its language, Tyutchev always tried to recognize and "explain in all its manifestations." The secrets of nature were of interest to him. Nature for Tyutchev is alive, he knew how to talk with her "in the same language."

"Winter is getting angry for a reason"

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.

And everything got busy
Everything forces Winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring:
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...

Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush
Against the enemy.

Tyutchev's poems about the outgoing winter are surprisingly accurate and understandable. The reign of Winter is passing. Young Beauty-Spring comes into her own.

"I love the storm in early May"

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.

Thundering peals of the young!
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies ...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads ...

An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes cheerfully with thunders ...

You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, spilled on the ground!

Tyutchev's creative heritage is a book of three hundred small poems, letters, four articles. But this legacy is worth a lot.

In 1836, for the first time, a notebook with Tyutchev's poems fell into the hands of P.A. Vyazemsky, who, in turn, handed it over to Pushkin and Zhukovsky. Recognized masters highly appreciated the work of the young diplomat Tyutchev. Pushkin selected twenty-four poems for publication in his journal Sovremennik. They were signed "F.T."

"The earth still looks sad"

Still the earth looks sad
And the air is already breathing in spring,
And the dead stalk sways in the field,
And the oil stirs the branches.
Nature has not woken up yet
But through thinning sleep
She heard spring
And she involuntarily smiled ...

Soul, soul, slept and you ...
But what are you suddenly concerned about?
Your dream caresses and kisses
And gilds your dreams?..
Glittering and melting chunks of snow
Shines azure, blood plays ...
Or spring bliss?..
Or is it female love?

In the same Sovremennik, in 1850, an article was published, the author of which was N.A. Nekrasov. In the article, Nikolai Alekseevich indicated creative work Tyutchev as " a brilliant phenomenon in the field of Russian poetry". In 1854, a small collection of Tyutchev's poems was published. It was published on the initiative of I.S. Turgenev.

"No, my passion for you..."

No, my passion for you
I can't hide, Mother Earth!
Spirits of incorporeal voluptuousness,
Your faithful son, I do not thirst.
What is the joy of paradise before you,
It's time for love, it's time for spring
Blooming bliss of May,
Ruddy light, golden dreams?..
All day, in deep inaction,
Spring, warm air to drink,
In the sky clear and high
At times the clouds follow;
Wander around without work and without purpose
And inadvertently, on the fly,
Come across the fresh spirit of chenille
Or a bright dream...

The nobleman Tyutchev, a native of the Oryol province, a man who received a thorough, versatile education, reached great heights. He was recognized during his lifetime by great contemporary poets. For Fedor Ivanovich for centuries the glory of the great poet of Russia was fixed.

"First Leaf"

The leaf turns green young.
See how young leaves
Birches are covered with
Aerial greenery through,
Translucent, like smoke ...
For a long time they dreamed of spring,
In spring and summer golden, -
And these dreams are alive
Under the first blue sky
Suddenly broke into the light of day ...
Oh, beauty of the first leaves,
Bathed in sunshine
With their newborn shadow!
And we hear from their movement,
What is in these thousands and darkness
You will not meet a dead leaf.

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.

Natalia Ostrogina
“Snow is still whitening in the fields, and the waters are noisy in spring.” Acquaintance with the landscape in the senior group

Integration educational areas ARTISTIC CREATIVITY, KNOWLEDGE, MUSIC.

Target:

introduce children with such a genre of painting as scenery, teach them to perceive the content of the picture landscape to understand the beauty of nature.

To consolidate the ability to independently express an aesthetic attitude to nature visual means, dancing, reading poetry, sayings, guessing riddles.

To increase the role of oral folk art in the intellectual and aesthetic education of children.

Cultivate love for folk art, develop Creative skills children to broaden their horizons.

Enrich lexicon children to educate literate speech.

Dictionary:

Scenery, artist - landscape painter, rookery.

preliminary work:

Examining paintings by artists landscape painters: I. E. Grabar "Winter scenery» , A. M. Gritsai "Snowdrop", Rodin "March", I. I. Levitan "March", « Spring is big water» .

Listening to the works of P. I. Tchaikovsky from the cycle "Seasons".

Reading and learning poetry.

Introduction to proverbs, sayings, signs of nature, folk art.

Material:

Reproductions of paintings by artists - landscape painters. Tinted paper, gouache, brushes, jars of water, musical accompaniment.

Lesson progress:

The teacher begins the lesson by reading a poem by F. Tyutchev "Spring water» :

Also in the fields are white with snow,

A the waters are already rustling in the spring -

They run and wake up the sleepy shore,

They run and shine and say ...

They are talking all over:

« Spring is coming, Spring is coming!

We are young spring messengers,

She sent us ahead!”

Spring is coming, Spring is coming,

And quiet, warm, May days

Ruddy, bright round dance

Crowds fun for her!

You guys probably already guessed what this poem is about spring. Now guys guess riddle:

Snow on the fields, ice on the rivers,

The blizzard is walking

When does it happen?

Children: winter.

caregiver:

I'll start the story now

And you watch, do not yawn,

Each of you answer me.

"Lives - lives old man yearling. He went on the ground - he grew above the clouds. He began to wave his sleeve and let the birds go. Here he waved old man- a yearling for the first time - and the first birds flew. From their wings blew cold, but frost, white feathers snow fell».

Now tell me, guys, what kind of birds old man- Did you let the yearbook out of your sleeve?

Children: These are the winter months - December, January, February.

caregiver: What do people call the winter months?

Children: December - icy, January - blue, February - bogogrey.

caregiver: Well done boys! And which of you will remember and read poems about winter?

Children read poems - V. Fetisov "Winter has come", T. Belozerov « Winter night» , S. Yesenin "Powder".

caregiver: Why are these works called poems?

Children: They are foldable, similar to a song.

caregiver: Not only poets sing of beauty winter nature. The works of composers help us to feel its beauty. Listen to a fragment of a musical work by P. I. Tchaikovsky "Seasons. February" (listening to recording).

We learned how poets and composers express their love for Russian nature. And now let's remember which artists gave us joy, depicting Russian nature in their paintings, its expanses, fields, rivers.

Children: I. E. Grabar "Winter scenery» , A. M. Gritsai "Snowdrop", Rodin "March", I. I. Levitan "March", « Spring is big water» .

caregiver: How can you call in one word what is shown in the pictures?

Children: Scenery.

caregiver: What is the name of the artist who painted such a picture?

Children: Artist - landscape painter.

caregiver:

Today we will consider the picture of A. K. Savrasov. What it's called, I won't say yet. Let's try to guess. Showing a picture.

The teacher's story: “Before you is a picture of A. K. Savrasov. The artist in his work depicted an early spring. White-trunked birches lined up in a row. There are many rook nests on their branches, around which the owners of this bird nest are fussing around. "settlement", deafening the surroundings with an incessant hubbub.

On the second plan, behind a log fence, among ordinary rural buildings, a hipped bell tower rises. old church , and further, to the very forest, in a narrow ribbon, spread fields, turned brown from stale snow.

Transparent, fresh spring air is felt both in high pale blue clouds, and in the bluish strip of forest on the horizon, and in the dim light of the sun, which colored the peeling plaster of the bell tower, the log fence in pink tones, and in the cold blue shadows on the melted snow. Buds swell on birch trees, a blue pond freed from ice gleams, on a granular snow clear traces of rooks stand out. A light spring breeze deflects the smoke streaming from the chimney of a low hut. In some places, a bright blue sky peeps through between the clouds.

The artist used in the painting color scheme, combining grayish-brown tones with white-blue. And in this combination of colors, in every detail of the picture, the soul of a passionate admirer and connoisseur of Russian nature appeared. You could say that he described spring that we not only hear the rook's hubbub, but also feel movement, renewal and smell spring. The picture is very vital and sezha, which seems to be written directly from nature, although the artist painted it in the studio, using sketches. A. K. Savrasov perfectly knew Russian nature, loved it passionately. This helped him create an unforgettable image of Russian nature in the picture.

Questions:

What season is shown in the picture?

Why do you think so?

What is in the center of the picture?

Where do the rooks sit?

What do they care about when they return to us from warmer climes?

Why are bird tracks visible on snow?

Where are the birches?

Describe them, what are they?

With what colors did the artist paint the picture?

What is written blue color? Gray? Brown?

What is the brightest thing in the picture?

What mood does the artist convey?

How did the artist manage to show this?

And how did the artist manage to convey movement in the picture?

What is this picture about?

What would you name this painting?

Next, a physical education session is held - music sounds ENIQMA: the children are in "forest" and they turn into artists. On the last notes musical composition appears SPRING. Spring greets the guys and offers to remember the sayings about spring and also read poetry.

Spring: What can be called a forest and where such words can be use: in a story, poem, fairy tale?

Spring: Children:

yellow forest in a story about autumn

bare forest about winter

white forest both in the story and in the poem

dense forest in a fairy tale

caregiver: Do you know Spring, the girls have prepared a dance for you as a gift.

Girls perform a dance « stonefly» .

Spring: Thanks a lot guys. And I want to tell you about the tree. (Spring tells a tale) . And offers to draw a forest clearing.

While the work is drying up, the teacher spends didactic game "Find the mistake". After the game is played, children's work is placed on the screen. Spring enjoys the work and, together with the teacher, analyzes the work.