You're still asleep, it's time to wake up. "winter morning"

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.

The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?

Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Listen to the poem by A.S. Pushkin “ Winter morning" This is how Igor Kvasha performs this poem.

Analysis of Pushkin's poem "Winter Morning"

Poem by A.S. Pushkin’s “Winter Morning” conveys the bright sensations of a clear winter landscape, which clearly echo the mood and feelings of the author. The lyrical hero picturesquely paints pictures of nature in a dialogue with a girl. Through vivid images nature, the poet conveys feelings for a beautiful lady.

Composition

The beginning of the poem is an address to a girl for whom the poet has tender feelings. This is indicated by the appeals “adorable friend”, “beauty”, “dear friend”, “closed gaze”.

Next comes the contrast in the description of yesterday, when “the blizzard was angry.” The fury of the storm is echoed by the darkness that “rushed” and the pallor of the moon. The elements of nature are described in dark colors, which also express the heroine’s sadness the day before. This appeal to the previous gloomy picture allows us to describe even brighter and lighter a gentle winter morning with sparkling snow, the sparkle of the river and bright sunlight. The only bright spot in this serene rural landscape is the blackening forest.

But suddenly dynamics appear in the presented picture, when the hero offers to harness the sleigh and “indulge in the running of an impatient horse.”
The poem ends with a bright declaration of love for his native land, for which the author has feelings no less than for the woman he loves.

Size

The size gives vivacity and dynamics to the work. A.S. Pushkin used iambic tetrameter to convey the rapid flight of the hero’s thoughts and high spirits.

The rhythm of the poem is determined by the alternation of rhymes: the first lines end with a feminine rhyme, then a masculine one is used, and the stanza also ends with a masculine stressed syllable.

Images and epithets

Swiftness, cheerfulness and clarity are the main moods conveyed by the poet. The reader is immediately taken into the situation: “Frost and sun; wonderful day!” Abrupt change the paintings are in the second stanza with a description of the evening blizzard. To describe the elements, the poet used metaphors, transferring human traits to the forces of nature: the blizzard is angry, the darkness is rushing, the moon is turning gloomily yellow.

A striking stroke in the overall picture is the contrast between the moon and the image of the beloved woman, who the day before also “sat sadly.” The author does not even need to convey the girl’s pallor - the reader’s associative thinking immediately draws a parallel with the pallor of the moon.

The third stanza describes a bright, brilliant, fine morning. The snow lies in carpets. The brightness of a winter morning is such that even the black forest is transparent. And the spruce trees shine through the frost.

In the description of home comfort - shining example use of alliteration. The poet uses words rich in voiceless and abrupt voiced consonants. Due to this, when reading, it would seem that one can hear the crackling of firewood in the stove.

And the last lines of the work are filled with special lyrics. The author expresses his special love for his native land with the word “dear”, the forests are “dense”, the fields are “empty” in winter.

The entire poem is permeated with a clear and cheerful feeling of happiness. It contains love for a woman, bright rich colors in landscapes, joyful admiration of nature native land.

High words and a bookish style give the lines a special sublimity. Spirituality and special admiration are expressed using the words “Aurora”, “illumination”, “adorable friend”, “bliss”.

Every stanza of the work is permeated with freshness, purity and romance. “Winter Morning” by A.S. Pushkin is a vivid example of the consonance between poetic art and painting.

Romance based on the poems of A. S. Pushkin “Winter Morning”. Performed by Kostya Egorov.

Poems by A.S. Pushkin about winter - an excellent way to look at the snow and cold weather with different eyes, to see in her the beauty that is hidden from us gray everyday life and dirty streets. It was not for nothing that they said that nature has no bad weather.

Painting by Viktor Grigorievich Tsyplakov “Frost and Sun”

WINTER MORNING

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.

The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Harness the brown filly?

Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Painting by Alexey Savrasov "Courtyard. Winter"

WINTER EVENING

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.

Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?

Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.

Painting by Alexey Savrasov "Winter Road"

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up...

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The winter sorceress is coming,
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.

Painting by Gustav Courbet "The Outskirts of a Village in Winter"

WINTER!... PEASANT TRIUMPHANT... (Excerpt from the poem "Eugene Onegin")

Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood he renews the path;
His horse smells the snow,
Trotting along somehow;
Fluffy reins exploding,
The daring carriage flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Having planted a bug in the sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man has already frozen his finger:
It's both painful and funny to him,
And his mother threatens him through the window.

Painting by Isaac Brodsky "Winter"

WINTER ROAD

Through the wavy mists
The moon creeps in
To the sad meadows
She sheds a sad light.

On the winter, boring road
Three greyhounds are running,
Single bell
It rattles tiresomely.

Something sounds familiar
In the coachman's long songs:
That reckless revelry
That's heartbreak...

Painting by Nikolai Krymov " Winter evening"

IT WAS AUTUMN WEATHER THAT YEAR

That year the weather was autumn
She stood in the yard for a long time.
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting,
Snow only fell in January
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatiana saw in the window
In the morning the yard turned white,
Curtains, roofs and fences,
There are light patterns on the glass,
Trees in winter silver,
Forty merry ones in the yard
And softly carpeted mountains
Winter is a brilliant carpet.
Everything is bright, everything sparkles all around.

Frost and sun; wonderful day! You are still dozing, lovely friend - It’s time, beauty, wake up: Open your eyes closed with bliss Towards the northern Aurora, Appear as the Star of the North! In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry, there was darkness in the cloudy sky; The moon, like a pale spot, turned yellow through the gloomy clouds, And you sat sad - And now... look out the window: Under the blue skies Magnificent carpets, Glistening in the sun, the snow lies; The transparent forest alone turns black, And the spruce turns green through the frost, And the river glitters under the ice. The whole room is illuminated with an amber shine. The flooded stove crackles with a cheerful sound. It's nice to think by the bed. But you know: shouldn’t we tell the brown filly to be banned from the sled? Sliding through the morning snow, dear friend, let us indulge in the running of the impatient horse and visit the empty fields, the forests that were recently so dense, and the shore that is dear to me.

“Winter Morning” is one of Pushkin’s brightest and most joyful works. The poem is written in iambic tetrameter, which Pushkin resorted to quite often in those cases when he wanted to give his poems special sophistication and lightness.

From the first lines, the duet of frost and sun creates an unusually festive and optimistic mood. To enhance the effect, the poet builds his work on contrast, mentioning that just yesterday “the blizzard was angry” and “darkness rushed across the cloudy sky.” Perhaps each of us is very familiar with such metamorphoses, when in the midst of winter endless snowfalls are replaced by a sunny and clear morning filled with silence and inexplicable beauty.

On days like these, it’s simply a sin to sit at home, no matter how comfortably the fire crackles in the fireplace. Especially if outside the window there are amazingly beautiful landscapes - a river glistening under the ice, forests and meadows dusted with snow, which resemble a snow-white blanket woven by someone’s skillful hand.

Each line of the verse is literally permeated with freshness and purity, as well as admiration and admiration for the beauty of his native land, which never ceases to amaze the poet at any time of the year. There is no pretentiousness or restraint in the verse, but at the same time, each line is imbued with warmth, grace and harmony. In addition, simple joys in the form of a sleigh ride bring true happiness and help to fully experience the greatness of Russian nature, changeable, luxurious and unpredictable. Even in the contrasting description of bad weather, which is intended to emphasize the freshness and brightness of a sunny winter morning, there is no usual thickening of colors: blizzard presented as a fleeting phenomenon that is unable to darken the expectations of a new day filled with majestic calm.

At the same time, the author himself never ceases to be amazed at such dramatic changes that occurred in just one night. It’s as if nature itself acted as the tamer of an insidious blizzard, forcing her to change her anger to mercy and, thereby, giving people an amazingly beautiful morning, filled with frosty freshness, the creaking of fluffy snow, the ringing silence of silent snowy plains and charm sun rays shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow in frosty window patterns.

Poem by A.S. Pushkin "Winter Morning"

LET'S READ IT AGAIN

Irina RUDENKO,
Magnitogorsk

Poem by A.S. Pushkin "Winter Morning"

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend!

These lines are familiar to us from primary school. And every time we reread a poem, we never cease to admire the poet’s skill. The author wants to convey a feeling of joy, boundless happiness to the reader.

The poem is full of emotional and evaluative definitions: “day wonderful", "Friend charming", "carpets magnificent", "Friend Cute", "shore Cute" "Life is Beautiful!" - as if the poet wants to say.

In the second stanza, the sound composition changes: the howling of the blizzard helps to hear the sonorant nasals [l] and [n] in combination with vowels. The emotional mood also changes: the “cloudy sky”, the “pale spot” of the moon, “gloomy clouds” cause the heroine’s sadness. Yesterday's gloomy and dreary evening is contrasted with today's joyful morning: “Evening... and today... look out the window...” With the last line of this stanza, the author returns the reader to the present time, into an atmosphere of happiness. But would we be able to appreciate all the beauty of the morning if there were no gloomy, sad evening?

The third stanza is a winter landscape. Russian winter is not rich in colors, but the picture created by the poet is rich in color: it is blue (“under blue skies”), and black (“the transparent forest alone turns black”), and green (“the spruce turns green through the frost”). Everything sparkles and shines outside the window; in the stanza the cognate words “brilliant” and “glitters” are repeated twice:

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Shining in the sun, there is snow;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.

The third and fourth stanzas are connected with the word “brilliance”:

The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated.

Only this shine is no longer cold, winter, but warm, golden brown, amber. In the third stanza no sounds are heard (probably because the hero of the poem is in the house and sees the winter landscape from the window), but in the fourth stanza we clearly hear the crackling sound of a flooded stove. The tautology “crackles” is artistically justified.

However, the third and fourth stanzas are not contrasted. I remember the lines of B. Pasternak, which appeared more than a hundred years after Pushkin's poem:

Chalk, chalk all over the earth
To all limits.
The candle was burning on the table,
The candle was burning.

Here we see that the ominous outside world is contrasted with the bright world of the house. In Pushkin’s poem, everything is equally beautiful: the magnificent picture outside the window, and the cozy home environment:

It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know, shouldn't I tell you to get on the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?

Life is amazing because there is harmony in it. This idea is expressed already in the first line of the poem. The day is wonderful thanks to the harmonious coexistence of frost and solar warmth and light. A person cannot fully enjoy a joyful sunny morning if there has never been a gloomy, dreary evening in his life; cannot feel the freshness of a frosty day if he has never felt the warmth of a flooded stove, cannot experience the happiness of awakening if he has never been immersed in the bliss of sleep. The imperative verbs (“wake up”, “open”, “appear”, “look”) in the first and second stanzas encourage the reader to feel the fullness of life. Let us feel the harmony of life, and then the cloudy sky will definitely turn into blue skies, flakes of snow, swirled by an angry blizzard, will become “magnificent carpets”, the lonely blackening “transparent forest” will again be dense, and the brown filly will transform into an “impatient horse”.

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!

In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.

The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?

Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Fear is yours best friend and your worst enemy. It's like fire. You control the fire - and you can cook with it. You lose control over it, and it will burn everything around and kill you.

Until you yourself have learned to raise the sun into the heavens every morning, until you know where to direct lightning or how to create a hippopotamus, do not presume to judge how God rules the world - be silent and listen.

A person, in any guise,
Everyone dreams of finding a place in the sun.
And having enjoyed the light and warmth,
He begins to look for sunspots.

One fine day you will come to your place, take that same wine, but it doesn’t taste good, it’s uncomfortable to sit and you’re a completely different person.

Smile when there are clouds in the sky.
Smile when there is bad weather in your soul.
Smile and you will immediately feel better.
Smile, because you are someone’s happiness!

And a new day is like a clean leaf,
You decide for yourself: what, where, when...
Start it with good thoughts, friend,
And then everything will work out in life!

Let's just be. No promises needed. Don't expect the impossible. You will be with me, and I will be with you. Let's just have each other. Silently. Quiet. And for real!!!

When your face is cold and bored,
When you live in irritation and argument,
You don't even know what a torment you are
And you don’t even know how sad you are.

When are you kinder than the blue in the sky,
And in the heart there is light, and love, and participation,
You don't even know what song you are
And you don’t even know how lucky you are!

I can sit by the window for hours and watch how snowing. The best thing is to look through the thick snow at a light, such as a street lamp. Or leave the house so that the snow falls on you. This is it, a miracle. This cannot be created by human hands.