Russian poetry is inconceivable without one of its mainthemes - themes of nature. Literature of the 19th century left us with picturesque, lyrical, touching, penetrating sketches of charming corners of nature, full of charm and soulfulness. Touch them with your heart and we, traveling through the seasons and pages of your favorite volume of poetry.
Oh, you winter winter!
One of the creators of the famous Kozma Prutkov -Alexei Zhemchuzhnikov - in a short line expressed a general admiration for the fabulous beauty of the Russian winter: "So the first snow this nice to me ...". Poetry of native nature, its splendor and brilliance draws us and Pushkin in the fifth chapter of "Eugene Onegin." Do you remember the scene of "Tatiana's Morning" when she wakes up and looks out the window and is happy to see the white courtyard, roofs, frosty patterns on the windows and fur coats of trees, "brilliant carpets" in the fields?
Together with his heroine, the poet rejoices and cheerfulwinter fun, spiritual uplift, creative inspiration. This time of the year is dear to the Russian heart, forcing us to seethe blood that awakens vitality. Consonant with Pushkin's lines and poetry of native nature, represented in the works of Nekrasov, Polonsky, Maikov, Fet, Bunin and many other masters of the artistic word. They left us their amazing poems, from which it frosts with fresh freshness, cheerfulness, there is clearly a cheerful, life-affirming beginning. Moreover, the poetry of the native nature is the poetry of spiritual beauty and strength, greatness and deep philosophical content. Such is the winter in the fragment of Nekrasov's poem "The Frost-Red Nose", known to us, "It's not the wind that rages over the forest ...". Fluffy peaks of pine trees, the radiance of ice on the rivers, scattering of colored snowflakes in the shine of the cold winter sun - here it is, a dazzling beauty, which the poetry of native nature sings.
Happy winter fun for the Russian man mother. But when spring comes, a new page of our life opens with it. And the native nature in Russian poetry of the spring time appears before us in its other, primordial charm. FI Tyutchev depicts the spring in the form of a young charmer, a mischievous mocker who is not afraid of the wicked witch-winter and conquers all by its perfection. And along with her arrival, they start ringing the skylarks to the skies, there is a "green noise" on the ground, the gardens are blooming, the earth is blooming, the flower is blossoming and the soul is human. This is written by NA Nekrasov in his poem of the same name. Forgiveness is forgiven, forgotten adversity, the soul craves renewal, joy, love. It is not for nothing that in our consciousness spring is associated with youth, daring plans, bright hopes. Therefore, one of the most often used by the authors of artistic techniques - an embodiment that emphasizes the unity of living nature and man.
Ah, the summer is red!
Glee of joy, thanks to the generosity of the earthpoetry of native nature is imbued with poetry of Russian poets of the 19th century, dedicated to flying. Here, Tyutchev delighted in unrestrained thunderstorms, and Lermontov's lush bloom of fields, when the "yellowing field" is worried, and crimson plums fill the air with a sweet intoxicating aroma. Poetry of the summer inspired, filled with life, movement, colors, sounds, smells.
A.I. Bunin this time of the year is associated with childhood, impregnated with the sun, happiness of being, carelessness, when the forest seems like an endless palace, sand like hot silk, caresses the feet, and the pine bark warms it like a tender, worn, calloused father's palm. Poets emphasize that it is nature that must, we, its children, learn the kindness and harmony.
Eyes of charm ...
And, finally, autumn. This is the favorite time of the year for most of our lyrics, which is not surprising! Pushkin, for example, admitted that "I'm only happy with her." Autumn multicolored, fragile, bright beauty, the last surge of the vitality of nature before a long winter sleep - all this Tyutchev very subtly and accurately called a gentle smile wilting. And the flying webs, and the clear smile of the sunbeam through the heavy clouds, and the lightness of the transparent evenings, and the sad-orphaned earth-everything is fine, touching, infinitely dear to us.
For Russian poets, the popularthe idea of autumn - the time of harvesting, summing up, leisurely admiration of the surrounding world, understanding of the impermanence of the whole earthly, wise, humble adoption of the laws of nature.