He sowed evil without pleasure. What is the tragedy of the Demon - the hero of the poem of the same name by M. Yu. Lermontov? The image of the Demon in art

To expand knowledge about the work of M.Yu. Lermontov, to help students understand the image of the Demon in the work of the poet, in art.

education

interpretation of a poetic text;
development
the skill of thoughtful, attentive reading; aesthetic, intellectual and creative beginnings of students;
upbringing
moral and spiritual values.

Equipment:

portraits of M.Yu. Lermontov and M.A. Vrubel;
illustrations of paintings by M.A. Vrubel "Demon defeated", "Demon sitting";
the text of the poem "Demon" (various editions, variants);
poems “My Demon” (1829), “Prayer” (Do not blame me, almighty ...) (1829), “I am not for angels and paradise ...” (1831), “Angel” (1831);
audio recording: R. Wagner "Ride of the Valkyries".

Oh prophetic my soul,
O heart full of anxiety!
Oh how you beat on the threshold
What a double existence!
F.I. Tyutchev

I. Introduction

– There are images in world art that have excited the minds of people for many centuries. Over time, they change, but do not disappear. More and more new generations of poets, artists, composers turn to them to unravel the mystery and have their say. The demon is one of those images.

II. Entry into the lesson

The music of Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" sounds.

- What associations does the word "demon" evoke in you? Write it down. Read aloud. Highlight the general.

- In the work of M.Yu. Lermontov, except for famous topics poet and poetry, motherland, nature, love, motifs of loneliness, suffering, exile, earth and sky, struggle and protest, the search for harmony in relations with the outside world appear early.

Group work

- I bring to your attention 4 poems by M.Yu. Lermontov:

“My demon” (1829), “Prayer” (Do not blame me, almighty ...) (1829), “I am not for angels and paradise ...” (1831), “Angel” (1831).

Each of them is interesting to think about. Pick one for yourself. Get into groups of those who have chosen the same poems. Write down (briefly) what you can say about the poem you have chosen. (Individual words, phrases are written out, conclusions are drawn about how they saw lyrical hero in these poems).

Groups perform and talk about their observations. The task of the rest is to write down individual thoughts that will help express their opinion about what they heard.

For example:

"My Demon" (1829)

dull and gloomy
evil is his element, etc.

"Prayer" (Do not blame me, omnipotent ...) (1829)

all-powerful god
i am a sinner
the tightness of the world, etc.

“I am not for angels and paradise…” (1831)

I am a stranger to the world (earth) and heaven
I am an evil chosen one, etc.

"Angel" (1831)

connection of the soul with the body
disappointment of the soul on earth - sad songs, etc.

Conclusion: the image of the demon captures Lermontov so much that it passes through all his work, starting with the early poem “My Demon” (1829) and ending with the poem “The Demon”. Studying the poetry of Lermontov, we penetrate into the inner world of the poet. A world full of contradictions, suffering, the struggle between the "angelic beautiful" and the "demonic rebellious", etc.

Lesson problem: So, what did M.Yu. Lermontov want to say with the poem "Demon"?

III. Analysis of the poem

The message of the students about the poem "Demon"

1. M.Yu. Lermontov began to write a poem at the age of 14, during his stay in a boarding school. In 1829 a plot has already been outlined, the main content of which is the struggle of a demon with an angel in love with a mortal girl. This first draft contained 92 verses and a prose summary of the content. Over the next 10 years, 7 more editions of the poem were created, differing from each other both in plot and in the degree of poetic skill. Despite numerous alterations, the first line (Sad Demon - the spirit of exile), which arose in 1829, was preserved in the last, 8th, version. The basis of the plot was the myth of a fallen angel who rebelled against God.

2. It is possible that it was Pushkin's "Angel" (1827) that led Lermontov to the idea of a poem about a Demon who was disappointed in evil and reached for good. We read from Pushkin:

At the door of Eden, a gentle angel
He shone with his drooping head,
And the demon is dark and rebellious
He flew over the hellish abyss.
Spirit of Denial, Spirit of Doubt
Looked at the pure spirit
And the heat of involuntary tenderness
I was vaguely aware for the first time.
“Forgive me,” he said, “I saw you,
And it was not for nothing that you shone to me:
I didn't hate everything in the world
I didn't despise everything in the world."

3. Traditionally, they talk about the Western European roots of the "Demon". Researchers unanimously lead the “pedigree” of the hero from the biblical myth of a fallen angel who rebelled against God. Lermontov was also aware of numerous literary incarnations of this biblical story: Milton's Paradise Lost, Goethe's Faust, Byron's Cain, etc.

4. In 1837 the poet was exiled to the Caucasus, to the active army. In relation to the mountain peoples, notes of a mature assessment appeared, but admiration and fascination with the nature and customs of the Caucasus remained. They colored both the poetic narrative, and the image of the lyrical hero, and sublime tones, especially since the impression was superimposed on an interest in romanticism, on the desire to characterize the hero as an exceptional personality. Many researchers discover the "ancestors" of the Demon among the characters of Caucasian legends.

5. No less interesting and significant (but less well-known!) is the eastern component of the image of the Demon: one can find parallels between Lermontov's hero and one of the characters of the Koran - Satan (Iblis). Lermontov knew the Koran, read its Russian translation and could well use one of its plots in his work.

Work on the image of the main character

– How did you see the Demon in the poem by M.Yu. Lermontov "Demon" Find a description of the character, actions of the hero; choose all the pros and cons related to the Demon's characteristic. Fill in the table (you can offer to complete this task in pairs, groups).

- Can we say whether more positive or negative, good or evil, angelic or satanic is inherent in the character, actions of the hero?

Conclusion: at the heart of the image is a contradiction, a conflict between good and evil. The concepts of good and evil are not absolute, sometimes intersect one in the other in different circumstances.

- Prove the above idea with examples of the text.

1. The demon saw Tamara, fell in love, but this great feeling led to the death of Tamara's fiancé:

And again he comprehended the shrine
Love, kindness and beauty!...

His insidious dream
The crafty Demon was indignant: ...

2. Having comprehended the melancholy of love, the Demon cries, but instead of a cleansing tear, a burning tear flows:

The anguish of love, its excitement
Achieved the Demon for the first time...

Through the burnt stone is visible
Tears hot as a flame
Inhuman tear! .. and others.

- How does the Demon relate to the world, to the beauty of nature? Give examples from the text.

1. Nature's brilliance did not excite
In the exile's barren chest
No new feelings, no new forces;
And all that he saw before him
He despised or hated.

2. And wild and wonderful was around
All God's world; but a proud spirit
looked contemptuously
Creation of their god.
And on his high forehead
Nothing was reflected.

Conclusion: The demon feels contempt, hatred for what he sees around.

The image of Tamara ( group work)

1 group - portrait characteristic:

And not a single king of the earth
I did not kiss such an eye ...
... fountain ... with its pearly dew
I did not wash such a camp! ...
... an earthly hand ... did not unravel such hair; ...

And her wet eyes shine
From under an envious eyelash;
That will lead with a black eyebrow ... and others.

Conclusion: Tamara is the embodiment of life and beauty. In relation to the heroine, the epithet "divine" is used, which not only characterizes her charming appearance, but also contrasts the princess with the protagonist, who was expelled from paradise.

Group 2 - the fate of the heroine:

Alas! expected in the morning
Her, heiress of Gudal,
Freedom frisky child
The fate of the sad slave
Fatherland, alien to this day,
And an unknown family.

And I won't be anyone's wife!
I'm dying, have pity on me!
Give to the sacred abode
His reckless daughter ... and others.

Conclusion: Tamara's future is not cloudless, she will become a wife-slave, enter a strange family, "dark bright features" expectation of bonds, captivity, loss of freedom. After the death of her fiancé, Tamara is "reckless", her mind cannot comprehend what is happening, she cries and begs her father to send her to a monastery in order to find peace there.

- There is something secretly hidden in the narrative, the author does not tell the reader everything, the reader is forced to languish with the heroine of the poem. Thus, Lermontov prepares us for a new round in the development of action.

Hero love

- Describe the state of the Demon who saw Tamara.

The demon, "chained by an invisible force", was struck by the beauty of Tamara, he "for a moment felt an inexplicable excitement in himself", "a feeling suddenly spoke in him", etc.

- Is it only the beauty, youth of Tamara that attracted the Demon? Is it not enough beautiful girls saw the hero flying over the earth? Maybe there is something in common between them? Confirm with the words of the text.

Tamara personifies youth, beauty, kindness for the hero. The demon long ago “wandered outcast into the deserts of the world without shelter” and now sees in Tamara soul mate- seeking, doubting, thirsty for knowledge.

Tamara is waiting for a meeting with the Demon, listening to his speeches addressed to her alone and no one else understands:

She often heard speech.
Under the dome of the gloomy temple
A familiar image sometimes
He glided ... Manil and he called ... but - where? ...

Full of longing and trembling,
Tamara is often at the window
Sitting alone in thought...

All the feelings in her boiled suddenly;
The soul tore its shackles! and etc.

– What size is the poem? Why does the meter of the poem change in the XV chapter of part I? (Based on homework).

Lermontov wrote the poem in iambic four-foot with a variety of rhymes, helping to show all the beauty of the world, and in the XV chapter of part I of the iambic he replaced the iambic with a four-foot trochee (speeding up speech): love illuminates the days of the hero, changes everything in words, in appeals to the heroine one hears a call to change her life …

... Be to the earthly without participation
And as careless as they are!

- What does the Demon want, having fallen in love with Tamara?

The demon hopes that through love for Tamara he will be able to touch the world harmony again:

Me good and heaven
You could return with a word
Your love with a holy cover
Dressed, I would appear there
Like a new angel in a new brilliance...
The demon even makes an oath to Tamara that:
From now on, the poison of insidious flattery
Nothing disturbs the mind;

- Which stylistic device, which helps to inspire faith in the words of the Demon, to give them weight, does the author use?

I swear on the first day of creation
I swear by his last day...

I renounced the old revenge
I renounced proud thoughts; ...

I want to reconcile with the sky
I want to love, I want to pray...

– What does the Demon promise to give Tamara in return for her love for him?

And I will give you eternity in a moment; ...
And you will be the queen of the world
My first friend...

I will give you everything, everything earthly -
Love me!.. etc.

problem questions ( can be given as a creative task or to hold a discussion):

1. Can the Demon find harmony? Why?

2. Why does God forgive Tamara, and her soul goes to heaven?

1. Demon love is selfish. Instead of purifying his soul, he is ready to destroy Tamara's bush. That's not what lovers do. In love, he did not rejoice, but triumphed, experienced a sense of personal superiority. Sacrificial love is pure, but what does the Demon sacrifice?

Love me!..
………………………….
A mighty gaze gazed into her eyes!
He burned her.
………………………….
Alas! evil spirit triumphed!
………………………….
"She is mine! - he said menacingly, - and others.

Pride, this mortal sin, which always encroaches on the shrine, is the reason for the defeat of the Demon, this is the source of his suffering. Initiation to harmony due to love for an earthly woman and at the cost of her death was not realized. The evil inclination again appeared in the Demon:

And cursed Demon defeated
Dreams are crazy...

2. Tamara's soul is carried away by a guardian angel. It is he who saves her for paradise. The soul of the deceased Tamara is still full of doubts, a “trace of misconduct” is imprinted on it, which the angel washes away with tears:

... And the sweet speech of hope
Dispelled her doubts
And a trace of misconduct and suffering
He washed away her tears.

It was God who sent a test to Tamara. Having accepted the evil inclination inspired by the Demon, the heroine sacrifices herself, protecting the eternal values: Good, Peace, Beauty, Love. Therefore, she deserves forgiveness. Forgiven, Tamara goes to heaven, where access is closed for the hero:

... And again he remained, arrogant.
Alone, as before, in the universe
Without hope and love!

Lesson summary

– What did M.Yu. want to say? Lermontov's poem "The Demon"? And why does the image of the Demon go through all the work of the author?

The demon appears in the poem as a spirit of exile, flying over the sinful earth, powerless to break away from it and approach heaven. He is expelled from paradise, thrown out of heaven and therefore sad. He sows evil, but it does not bring him pleasure. Everything he sees brings either cold envy or contempt and hatred. He was bored with everything. But he is proud, he is not able to obey the will of others, he tries to overcome himself ...

Unearthly love helps the hero fight evil within himself, and his suffering soul wants to reconcile with heaven, wants to believe in good. This conflict between good and evil is like a clash between light and darkness.

Two principles merge in him, and he appears before us, ready to turn his face to both good and evil:

That was not hell, a terrible spirit,
Vicious martyr - oh no!
It looked like a clear evening:
Neither day nor night, neither darkness nor light!

The essence of the hero is in irreconcilable contradictions, in the assertion that even such concepts as Good and Evil are not absolute. These contradictions are embedded in life itself. A person receives the ability to know and fight, and in the soul of everyone lives his own demon.

M.Yu. Lermontov is distinguished by a dual world, a tragic understanding of the abyss between earthly and heavenly, bodily and spiritual, real and ideal. The only, narrow, shaky, but indestructible bridge across this abyss remains the human soul. The soul, eternally balancing on the verge of "double being", as F.I. Tyutchev:

O my prophetic soul,
O heart full of anxiety!
Oh how you beat on the threshold
What a double existence!

Homework

Demons are close to the spiritual world of their authors. M.A. Vrubel, whose illustrations of paintings you see, like M.Yu. Lermontov, early felt his chosenness. M.A. Vrubel would never have painted his “Demon” if the image had not been part of the artist himself. What can you say about the author of the pictures? What connects the "Demon" Vrubel and Lermontov? This is the theme of your creative work.

After reading a lot works of art I have never seen an image image-like Demon in the poem of the same name by M. Yu. Lermontov. I will remember this image for a long time for its unusualness and ambiguity. Good and evil are intertwined in it. In the poem "Demon" such a bright feeling as love gives rise to cruelty and selfishness.

Demon's fate is very sad. He is doomed to eternal wanderings above the earth. His aimless existence depresses him.

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“He sowed evil without pleasure. Nowhere did he encounter resistance to his art - and evil bored him. Demon in despair: he looks at the world with envy, full of life and emotions, realizing the impossibility of feeling it in your empty soul.

But a miracle happens - the Demon meets Tamara and falls in love with her. It would seem like a Demon, not having a human heart and human soul able to love? But Lermontov shows us that this is possible. But if love ennobles a person, then the Demon, on the contrary, hardens. The writer draws a parallel between the Demon and people with a cold heart. He shows that such people are also capable of experiencing the highest feeling - love, but the consequences of such love are sometimes deplorable. It is especially sad that such people exist in our time. For their soul and conscience, as well as for the Demon who killed Tamara's fiancé, it will not be difficult to get rid of the enemy. The demon is not capable of sacrifices in the name of love. He could not let go and forget Tamara. "Forget? - God did not give oblivion: yes, he would not take oblivion! .. ".

The question arises: does the Demon truly love Tamara? I think he loves, but his devilish nature does not allow him to fully surrender to this feeling. He is a demon, a messenger of hell, an exiled spirit. Selfishness and a sense of ownership are very clear in him. However, the Demon manages to make Tamara fall in love with him. Appearing to her at night, he consoles her, bestowing affectionate speeches, and promises to come to her in a dream. The demon keeps his word and appears to Tamara at night. Lermontov describes the spirit of exile: "It was like a clear evening: neither day nor night, neither darkness nor light!..". This speaks of the ambiguity of the character of the hero. We can't say for sure if the Demon is good or bad. There is hope for rebirth in his words and feelings, but there is no such hope in his actions. He knows that his love will kill Tamara, but he does not stop torturing her. The demon showers her with oaths, but are they sincere? For he swears by heaven, whence he was expelled, and by the shrine, which he does not have. The demon does not spare Tamara, his gaze is filled with fire: “A mighty gaze looked into her eyes! He burned her." And, finally, kissing her, he kills his beloved with deadly poison. But even after the death of Tamara, the Demon hardly lets her soul go to heaven.

The Demon was not destined to be reborn again. Even love could not help him in this. Indeed, without self-sacrifice it is impossible to find happiness and peace of mind. “And the defeated Demon cursed his crazy dreams, and again he remained, arrogant, alone, as before, in the universe without hope and love! ..”.

Updated: 2013-10-07

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1838
September 8 days

PARTI

Sad Demon, spirit of exile,
He flew over the sinful earth,
And better days memories
A crowd crowded before him;
Those days when in the dwelling of light
He shone, a pure cherub;
When a running comet
A smile of affectionate greetings
Loved to trade with him;
When through eternal fogs,
Greedy for knowledge, he followed
Nomadic caravans
In the space of abandoned luminaries;
When he believed and loved
Happy firstborn of creation!
I knew neither fear nor doubt,
And did not threaten his soul
A series of barren centuries is dull;
And many, many - and everything
He did not have the strength to remember!

Since then the outcast has wandered
In the wilderness of a world without shelter.
After the century, the century fled,
Like a minute a minute
Uniform sequence.
Insignificant dominating the earth,
He sowed evil without pleasure.
Nowhere to your art
He met no resistance
And evil bored him!

And over the peaks of the Caucasus
The exile of paradise flew by:
Under it, Kazbek, like a facet of a diamond,
Shined with eternal snows;
And, deep down blackening,
Like a crack, a serpent's dwelling,
The radiant Darial curled;
And Terek, jumping like a lioness
With a shaggy mane on the ridge,
Revel - both a predatory beast and a bird,
Circling in the azure height
Heeded the word of his waters;
And golden clouds
From southern countries, from afar
He was escorted north;
And the rocks in a tight crowd,
Full of mysterious slumber,
Bowed their heads over him
Following the flickering waves;
And towers of castles on the rocks
Looked menacingly through the mists -
At the gates of the Caucasus on the clock
Guard Giants!
And wild and wonderful was around
All God's world; but a proud spirit
looked contemptuously
Creation of your god
And on his high forehead
Nothing was reflected.

And in front of him is a different picture
Living beauties blossomed;
Luxurious Georgia Valley
Carpet spread out in the distance.
Happy, lush end of the earth!
pillared rains,
Ringing running streams
Along the bottom of multi-colored stones,
And bushes of roses, where the nightingales
Sing beauties, unrequited
To the sweet voice of their love;
Chinar spreading canopy,
Densely crowned with ivy;

Gorges where the scorching day
Timid deer lurk;
And shine, and life, and the noise of sheets,
Hundred-sounding voices,
The breath of a thousand plants;
And half a day voluptuous heat,
And fragrant dew
Always moist nights;
And the stars are bright as eyes
Like the gaze of a young Georgian woman!
But, apart from cold envy,
Nature did not excite the brilliance
In the exile's barren chest
No new feelings, no new forces:
And all that he saw before him
He despised or hated.

Tall house, wide yard
Gray-haired Gudal built himself;
Works and tears, he cost a lot
Slaves, obedient for a long time.
In the morning on the slope of neighboring mountains
Shadows fall from its walls;
Steps cut into the rock
They are from the corner tower
Lead to the river; flickering over them,
Covered with a white veil, 1
Princess Tamara young
He goes to Aragva for water.

Always silent on the valleys
Looked from the cliff gloomy house:
But there is a big feast in it today,
Zurna sounds, 2 and guilt pours!
Gudal betrothed his daughter,
He called the whole family to the feast.
On the carpeted roof
The bride sits between her friends.
Among games and songs their leisure
Passes; distant mountains
The semicircle of the sun is already hidden.

And here is young Tamara
He takes his painted tambourine;
Striking in the palm of your hand,
Everyone sang - with one hand
Circling it over your head
Passionate about flying dance
She forgot the earthly world;
Her patterned bandage
The wind is playing; like a wave
Full of immodest thought
The chest rises high;
Mouths turn pale and tremble,
And the eyes are full of greedy passion,
Like passion, scorching and deep!
I swear by the midnight star
Beam of sunset and east,
Ruler of Persia golden
And not a single king of the earth
Never kissed such an eye!
Harem Sprinkling Fountain
Never hot sometimes
With its diamond dew
I did not wash such a camp!
Still no one's earthly hand,
Wandering over the sweet brow,
She did not unravel such hair;
Since the world was deprived of paradise,
I swear she's such a beauty
Under the sun of the south did not bloom! ..

She danced for the last time.
Alas! expected in the morning
Her, heiress of Gudal,
Freedom frisky child
The fate of the sad slave
Fatherland, alien to this day,
And an unknown family.
And often sad doubt
Dark light features;
But all her movements were
So slender, full of expression,
So full of wonderful simplicity
What if the enemy of heaven and paradise

At that time he looked at her
Then, remembering the former brothers,
He turned away and sighed.

And the Demon saw... For a moment
inexplicable excitement
He suddenly felt in himself;
The dumb soul of his desert
Filled with blessed sound;
And again he comprehended the shrine
Love, kindness and beauty!
And long sweet picture
He admired; and dreams
About past happiness in a long chain,
Like a star behind a star
They rolled before him then.
Bound by an invisible force
He became familiar with the new thought,
A feeling suddenly spoke in him
Native, understandable language.
Was that a sign of rebirth?
He wanted to come - he could not!
Forget? - God did not give oblivion -
Yes, he would not take oblivion!

At the wedding feast at sunset,
Having exhausted a good horse,
The impatient bridegroom hurried;
Aragva light he happily
Reached the green shores.
Under the heavy burden of gifts
Barely, barely crossing
Behind him camels a long line
The road stretches, flickering:
Their bells are ringing.
He himself, the ruler of Synodal,
Leading a rich caravan;
A slender camp is tightened with a belt,
Saber and dagger frame
Shines in the sun; behind the back
The gun with notch notch.
The wind plays with its sleeves

His chuhi, 3 - she's all around
The whole galloon is circled.
Colored embroidered silk
His saddle, bridle with tassels.
Under it, a dashing horse covered in soap
Priceless golden suit;
Pet frisky Karabakh
It spins with ears and, full of fear,
Snoring squints with steepness
On the foam of a galloping wave.
Dangerous, narrow is the coastal path:
Cliffs on the left side
To the right is the depth of the rebellious river.
It's too late. At the top of the snow
The blush fades; fog arose;
The caravan stepped up.

And here is the chapel on the road...
Here for a long time rests in God
Some prince, now a saint,
Killed by a vengeful hand.
Since then, for a holiday or for a battle,
Wherever the traveler hurries,
Always fervent prayer
He brought at the chapel,
And that prayer saved
From a Muslim dagger;
But the young groom despised
The custom of their great-grandfathers;
His insidious dream
The crafty Demon resented;
He, in his thoughts, under the darkness of the night
Kissed the lips of the bride!
Suddenly, two people flashed ahead,
And more - a shot! What?
Standing up on ringing stirrups,
Pulling daddy over his eyebrows, 4
The brave prince did not say a word;
A Turkish barrel flashed in his hand.
Whip click! and like an eagle

He rushed... and shot again!
And a wild cry, and a deaf moan
Rushed through the silence of the valley!
The fight didn't last long
The timid Georgians fled.

And everything was quiet. Crowded by the crowd
The camels watched in horror
On the corpses of riders: sometimes
Their bells rang.
A magnificent caravan was plundered,
And over the bodies of Christians
Draws circles night bird.
No peaceful tomb awaits them
Under a layer of monastic slabs,
Where the ashes of their fathers were buried.
Sisters with mothers will not come,
Covered with white veils
With longing, sobs and pleas
To their coffin from distant places!
But with a diligent hand
Here by the road above the rock
The cross will be erected in memory,
And the ivy that grew in the spring
He, caressing, will wrap around
With its emerald net;
And, having turned off the difficult road,
Sometimes a tired pedestrian
Rest under God's shadow.

The horse rushes faster than the deer,
Snoring and tearing, as if to fight,
Then suddenly besiege at a gallop,
Listens to the wind
nostrils wide open,
That, at once hitting the ground
With thorns of sonorous hooves,
Waving his tousled mane,
It flies forward without memory.
It has a silent rider:
He beats on the saddle sometimes,
Leaning on the mane with his head.
He no longer rules the occasions

I put my feet in the stirrups,
And blood in wide streams
You can see him on the saddle.
Steed reliable master
Brought out of the battle like an arrow
But an evil Ossetian bullet
Caught him in the dark.

In the Gudala family weeping and groaning,
People are crowding in the yard:
Whose horse rushed on fire?
Who is the pale rider at the gate?
Not for long the young groom,
Bride, your gaze was waiting.
He kept the prince's word,
He rode to the wedding feast;
Alas! But never again
Do not sit on a dashing horse.

For a carefree family
Like thunder, God's punishment has flown!
Fell on her bed
Sobs poor Tamara;
Tear after tear
The chest is high and difficult to breathe;
And now she seems to hear
Magical voice above you:

"Don't cry, child! don't cry in vain!
Your tear on a mute corpse
Living dew will not fall;
She only blurs her clear eyes,
The cheeks of the virgin burns.
He is far away; he would not know,
Will not appreciate your anguish;
Heavenly light now caresses
The disembodied gaze of his eyes;
He hears heavenly tunes...
That life's petty dreams
And the groans and tears of the poor maiden
For a guest of the heavenly side?
No, the lot of mortal creation,
Believe me, my earthly angel,

Not worth a moment
Your sadness dear.

"On the ocean of air,
No rudder and no sails
Quietly floating in the fog
Choirs of slender luminaries;
Among the boundless fields
Walking in the sky without a trace
Clouds elusive
Fibrous herds;
The hour of parting, the hour of goodbye -
They neither joy nor sorrow;
They have no desire in the future
And don't feel sorry for the past.
On the day of agonizing misfortune
You only remember them;
Be to the earth without participation
And careless, like them.

"Only the night with its cover
Your valleys will overshadow,
Only the world, with a magic word
Bewitched, shut up
Only the wind over the rock
Will move the withered grass,
And the bird hidden in it
Flutters more cheerfully in the darkness,
And under the vine,
Dew of heaven swallowing greedily,
The flower will bloom at night
Only a golden month
From behind the mountain will quietly rise
And steal a glance at you
I will fly to you!
I will stay until morning
And silk eyelashes
Dreams of gold evoke ... "

The words were silent. In the distance
After the sound, the sound died.
She jumped up and looked around;
Unspeakable confusion

In her chest: sadness, fear,
Rapture ardor - nothing in comparison!
All the feelings in her boiled suddenly,
The soul tore its shackles,
Fire ran through my veins
And this voice is wonderfully new,
She thought it still sounded.
And before the morning dream is desired
Tired eyes closed,
But he revolted her thought
A prophetic and strange dream.
The stranger is foggy and mute,
Beauty shining unearthly,
He bowed to her headboard;
And his gaze with such love,
Looked at her so sadly
As if he regretted it.
It wasn't an angel
Her divine guardian:
Crown of Rainbow Beams
Did not decorate his curls.
That was not hell, a terrible spirit,
Vicious martyr - oh no!
It looked like a clear evening -
Neither day nor night, neither darkness nor light!

PARTII

"Father, father! leave the threats
Do not scold your own Tamara;
I'm crying - you see these tears -
They are not the first!
I won't be anyone's wife
Tell my suitors;
My husband is taken by damp earth,
I won't give my heart to another.
Since his corpse is bloody
We buried under the mountain
I'm worried about the evil spirit
An irresistible dream.
In the silence of the night worries me
A crowd of sad, strange dreams;
The soul cannot pray during the day:

Thought is far from the sound of words!
Fire runs through the veins
I dry, wither day by day.
Father! my soul suffers
My father, spare me!
Give to the sacred abode
Your reckless daughter
There the Savior will protect me.
Before him I will shed my anguish;
I have no fun in the world...
Shrines of the world of autumn,
Let the gloomy cell accept
Like a coffin, in advance of me.

And in a secluded monastery
Her family took
And a humble sackcloth
They clothed the young breast.
But also in monastic clothes,
As under a patterned brocade,
All a lawless dream
Her heart was beating like before.
Before the altar, by the light of candles,
In the hours of divine singing,
A friend among prayers
She often heard speech;
Under the dome of the gloomy temple
A familiar image sometimes
Gliding without a sound or a trace
In a mist of light incense:
He so looked! he so beckoned!
He I thought I was so unhappy!

In the cool between two hills
The holy monastery hid:
Chinar and poplars in rows
He was surrounded, and sometimes,
When the night lay down in the gorge,
Through them flickered in the windows of the cell
The lamp of the young sinner.
All around, in the shade of almond trees,
Where a row stands sad crosses,
Silent guardians of the tombs,

Choirs of light birds sang.
They jumped on the stones, made noise
Keys in a cold wave
And, under the overhanging rock
Merging friendly in the gorge,
Rolled far between the bushes,
Frosted flowers.

Mountains were visible to the north.
At the brilliance of the morning Aurora,
When the blue smoke
Smoking deep in the valley
And turning to the east
Muetzins are calling to prayer,
And the sonorous voice of the bell
Trembling, awakening the abode;
In a solemn and peaceful hour,
When a Georgian is young
With a long jug for water
The steep descends from the mountain,
Snow chain tops
light purple wall
Drawn in the clear sky;
And dressed at sunset
They are a ruddy veil.
And between them, cutting through the clouds,
He stood, all above his head,
Kazbek, the mighty king of the Caucasus,
In a turban and a brocade chasuble.

But the Demon with fiery breath
Tamar's soul stained,
And God's world with its brilliance
It didn't awaken any excitement in her.
Passion unaccountable like a shadow
Life dawned before her;
And everything became a pretext of torment,
And the morning beam and the darkness of the nights.
It used to be only sleepy nights
Coolness will cover the earth,
Before the divine icon
She falls into madness
And crying, and in the silence of the night

Her heavy sobbing
Worries the traveler's attention
Through the sound of a distant stream
And the trill of a living nightingale.
It happened, scattering on the shoulders
A wave of her curls, she
It stands without thought, cold, -
And strange speeches babble
Her trembling lips;
And the desire excites the chest,
And a wonderful ghost draws everything
Before her in the twilight is a dream.
Tired of the constant struggle
Will he bow down on the bed of sleep -
The pillow burns, she is stuffy, scared,
And all, jumping up, she trembles.

................
................

Evening haze airy cover
Already dressed the hills of Georgia;
Habit sweet obedient,
The Demon flew to the monastery;
But for a long, long time he did not dare
Shrine of Peaceful Shelter
Violate. And there was a minute
When he seemed ready
Leave intent cruel.
Thoughtful against the high wall
He wanders. From his steps
Without wind, a leaf trembles in the shade.
He looked up: her window
Illuminated by a lamp shines:
She's been waiting for someone!
And in the midst of the general silence
Chingura 5 slender rattling
And the sounds of the song resounded.
And those sounds flowed, flowed,
Like tears, measured one after another:
And this song was tender
As if for the earth she

Was stacked in the sky.
Is it an angel with a forgotten friend
I wanted to see you again
Stealthily flew here
And he sang about the past,
To alleviate his pain?
The anguish of love, its excitement
Achieved the Demon for the first time.
He wants to leave in fear -
His wing doesn't move!
And a miracle! From faded eyes
A heavy tear rolls...
Until now near that cell
Through the burnt stone is visible
Tears hot as a flame
Non-human spleen.

And he enters, ready to love,
With a soul open to good;
And he thinks that a new life
The desired time has come.
A vague thrill of anticipation
Silent fear of the unknown
Like a first date
Confessed with a proud soul.
That was an evil omen!
He enters, looks - in front of him
Messenger of heaven, cherub,
Guardian of the beautiful sinner,
Standing with a shining brow
And from the enemy with a clear smile
He painted her with a wing.
And a ray of divine light
Suddenly blinded by an unclean gaze,
And instead of a sweet hello
There was a heavy reproach.

"The spirit is restless, the spirit is vicious,
Who called you in the midnight darkness?
Your fans are not here.
Evil has not breathed here until now;
To my love, to my shrine
Do not lay a criminal trail.

Who called you?
In response to him
The evil spirit smiled wickedly,
Eyes filled with jealousy,
And again in his soul woke up
Poison of ancient hatred.
"She's mine," he said menacingly, "
Leave her, she's mine;
From now on, we can not live apart,
And she, like me, you're not a judge.
With a heart full of pride
I have set my seal;
Your shrine is no longer here
Here I own and love!..”
And an angel with sad eyes
Looked at the poor victim
And slowly flapping your wings
I drowned in the ether of the sky.
...............

O! who are you? your speech is dangerous!
Did hell or heaven send you to me?
What do you want?

You're beautiful.

But speak! who are you? Answer...

I am the one who listened
You are in the midnight silence
Whose thought whispered to your soul,
Whose sadness did you vaguely guess,
Whose image I saw in a dream.
I am the one whose gaze destroys hope,
As soon as hope blossoms
I'm the one no one loves
And everything living curses;

Nothing space for me and years
I am the scourge of my earthly slaves,
I am the enemy of heaven, I am the evil of nature, -
And, you see, I am at your feet.
I brought you tenderness
Silent love prayer
Earthly first torment
And my first tears;
Oh, listen, out of regret!
Me good and heaven
You could return with a word.
Your love with a holy cover
Dressed, I would appear there
Like a new angel in a new brilliance;
O! just listen, I pray;
I am your slave, I love you!

When I first saw
Your wonderful, your magical eyes,
I secretly suddenly hated
My freedom is like a disgrace.
Dissatisfied with his power
I envied involuntarily
Incomplete joys of people;
In a bloodless heart, an unexpected ray
Warmed up again,
And sadness at the bottom of an old wound
Suddenly she moved like a snake.
What is eternity without you now,
My dominion is infinity?
Empty, sonorous words;
A vast temple - without a deity!

Leave me, O evil spirit!
Shut up, I do not believe the enemy!
Creator - alas! I can't
Pray; secret poison
My mind is weakening embraced.
Listen, you will kill me!
Your words are fire and poison...
Tell me why do you love me?

Why, beauty? Alas,
Don't know. Full of new life
From my criminal head
I proudly took off the crown of thorns,
I threw all the past into dust:
My heaven, my hell in your eyes.
I love you with an unearthly passion,
How can you not love
With all rapture, with all power
Immortal thoughts and dreams!
In my soul since the beginning of the world
Your image has been printed;
He hovered in front of me
In the deserts of eternal ether.
For a long time, disturbing my thought,
The name sounded sweet to me -
In the days of bliss me in paradise
You were missing one!
O! If you could understand
What a bitter languor
All life, centuries, without separation
And enjoy and suffer
Do not expect praise for evil
No reward for goodness!
Live for yourself, miss yourself
And this long struggle
Without triumph, without reconciliation;
Always regret - and not wish;
Know everything, feel everything, see everything;
Try to hate everything -
And despise everything in the world!

Only God's curse
Fulfilled from the same day
Nature's hot embrace
Forever cool for me;
The space was blue in front of me,
I saw the wedding dress
Luminaries familiar to me for a long time:
They flowed in crowns of gold!
But what? former brother

None recognized.
Exiles like themselves
I began to call in desperation,
But words and faces and evil eyes,
Alas, I did not recognize myself.
And in fear I, flapping my wings,
Rushed - but where? why?
I don't know - old friends
I was rejected; like Eden
The world has become deaf and dumb for me:
At the free whim of the current
So damaged rook
No sails and no rudder
Floats, not knowing the destination;
So early in the morning
A fragment of a thundercloud,
In the azure height blackening,
Alone, not daring to stick anywhere,
Flies without a goal and a trace,
God knows where and where!
How often on top of the icy,
One between heaven and earth
Under the roof of a fiery rainbow
I sat gloomy and dumb,
And white-maned blizzards
They roared like lions at my feet;
How often, raising the ashes,
In the fight against a mighty hurricane,
Dressed in lightning and mist,
I ran noisily in the clouds,
So that in the crowd of rebellious elements
Silence the murmur of the heart,
Save yourself from the inevitable thought
And forget the unforgettable!
What a tale of painful deprivation,
The labors and troubles of the human crowd,
To come, past generations,
Before one minute
My unacknowledged torment?
What people? What is their life and work?
They have passed, they will pass -
There is hope, the right court awaits:
He can forgive, even condemn!

My sadness is always here
And there will be no end to her, like me;
And do not take a nap in her grave!
She fawns like a snake
It burns and splashes like a flame,
It crushes my thought like a stone,
Dreams of the past and passions
Indestructible mausoleum!

Why should I know your sorrows?
Why are you complaining to me?
You have sinned...

Is it against you?

We can be heard!

They won't cast a glance at us;
He is occupied with the sky - not with the earth!

And the punishment - the torment of hell?

So what? you will be there with me.
We, the children of the free ether,
We will take you to our lands;

And you will be the queen of the world
My eternal friend.
Without regret, without participation
You will look at the ground
Where there is no true happiness
Nor lasting beauty;
Where there are only crimes and executions,
Where petty passions only live,
Where they do not know how without fear
Neither hate nor love.

Do you not know what is
People momentary love?
The excitement of the blood is young, -
But the days run and the blood runs cold.
Who can resist separation
The temptation of a new beauty
Against fatigue and boredom
And the willfulness of dreams?
And let others be comforted
By his insignificant lot:
Their thoughts did not touch the sky,
The best world is inaccessible to them.
But you, beautiful creature,
Doomed not to be sacrificed to them;
Other suffering awaits you
Other delights depth.
Leave your old desires
And the miserable light of his fate;
The abyss of proud knowledge
In return, I will open it for you.
O! believe me! I am alone now
You comprehended and appreciated:
Choosing you as my shrine
I have placed power at your feet.
I'm waiting for your love as a gift
And I will give you eternity in a moment:
In love, as in malice, believe, Tamara,
I am immutable and great!
A crowd of my office spirits
I will bring you to your feet
Handmaidens of light and magical
To you, beauty, I will give;

And for you from the eastern star
I will pluck a golden crown;
I'll take the midnight dew from the flowers,
I will lull him with that dew.
A beam of ruddy sunset
Your camp, like a ribbon, I will wrap,
With a breath of pure fragrance
I'll drink the surrounding air.
All the time wonderful game
I will cherish your hearing;
I will build magnificent halls
Turquoise and amber.
I will sink to the bottom of the sea
I will fly beyond the clouds
I will give you everything, everything earthly -
Love me!
And he's a little
Touched with hot lips
Her trembling lips
And flatter with sweet words
He answered her prayers.
A mighty gaze looked into her eyes;
He burned her; in the darkness of the night
Above her, he sparkled,
Irresistible as a dagger.
Alas! the evil spirit triumphed...
The deadly poison of his kiss
Instantly her blood penetrated;
An agonizing but weak cry
Night revolted the silence.
It was everything: love, suffering,
Rebuke with a last plea
And a hopeless goodbye
Farewell to young life! ..

At that time the midnight watchman
One around the wall is steep,
When the appointed hour struck,
Wandered with a cast-iron board;
And under the window of a young maiden
He tamed his measured step
And a hand over a cast iron board,
Confused by the soul, he stopped;

And through the surrounding silence,
He thought he heard
Two mouths consonant kiss,
A slightly intelligible cry and a weak groan.
And unholy doubt
Penetrated into the heart of the old man;
But another moment passed
And everything was silent. from afar
Just a breath of wind
The murmuring of the leaves brought
Yes, with a dark coast sadly
The mountain river whispered.
Saint's saint's canon
He hurries to read in fear,
So that the obsession of an evil spirit
Drive away from sinful thought;
Crosses with trembling fingers
Dream agitated chest
And silently, with quick steps
The regular one continues on.
...............

Like a peri sleeping sweetheart
She lay in her coffin.
Whiter and cleaner bedspreads
There was a languid color of her brow.
Forever lowered eyelashes -
But who would not look and say
That the gaze below them only dozed
And, wonderful, just expected
Or a kiss or a daylight?
But it's useless daylight beam
Sliding over them with a golden stream,
In vain they are in mute sadness
Kissed the lips of relatives -
No, death is an eternal seal
Nothing can break it!
And everything where the ardent life is the strength
She spoke so clearly to her feelings,
Now one insignificant dust;
A strange smile froze
Barely flashed on the lips;
But dark as the grave itself,

The sad meaning of that smile:
What's in it? A mockery of fate
Is it invincible doubt?
Or cold contempt for life?
Or proud enmity with the sky?
How to know? for the light forever
Lost its meaning!
She involuntarily beckons,
How ancient inscription pattern,
Where, perhaps, under the strange letter
The story of former years is hidden,
The symbol of misty wisdom,
Deep thoughts forgotten trace.
And for a long time the poor victim of corruption
Did not touch the angel of destruction;
And were all her features
Filled with that beauty
Like marble, alien to expression,
Deprived of feeling and mind,
Mysterious as death itself!

Never been in the days of fun
So colorful and rich
Tamara holiday outfit:
Flowers of the native gorge
(So the ancient requires the rite)
They pour their fragrance over her
And, clenched by a dead hand,
How to say goodbye to the earth ...

Already gathered in a sad way
Friends, neighbors and family.
Tormenting gray curls,
Silently hitting the chest
Goodal sits down for the last time
On a white-maned horse -
And the train moved. Three days,
Three nights their journey will last:
Between the old grandfather's bones
The shelter of the deceased was dug for her.

One of the forefathers of Gudal,
Robber of travelers and villages,

When sickness took hold of him
And the hour of repentance has come
Sins past in redemption
He promised to build a church
On top of the granite rocks
Where only blizzards hear singing,
Where only the kite flew.
And soon between the snows of Kazbek
A lonely temple has risen
And the bones of an evil man
They calmed down again.
And turned into a graveyard
Rock native to the clouds
Like closer to heaven
Warm the last dwelling!

Barely on a hard bed
Tamara was lowered with singing,
Suddenly the clouds covered the mountain,
And a blizzard broke out;
And louder than a predatory jackal
She howled in the sky
And swept with white dust
Ashes recently entrusted to her.
And just behind the neighboring rock
The last sound of prayer subsided,
The last noise of human steps,
Through the haze of gray clouds
A light-winged angel descended
And over the abandoned grave
Prinik with fervent prayer
For the soul of a young sinner.
And at the same time the king of vice
Rushed there with speed
In the snows of the born stream.
Suffering gloomy family
Hidden in immovable features;
On the trail of his wings dragged
Crimson lightning jet.
When did he see before him
Everything you loved and hated
That noisily flashed past
And, throwing a piercing gaze,

Paradise Lost Ambassador
With a bitter smile he reproached ...

On the slope of a stone mountain
Above the Koishaur valley
Still standing to this day
The teeth are the ruins of an old one.
Stories scary for children
There are still stories about them...
Like a ghost, a silent monument,
Witness those magical days
Blackens between the trees.
The aul crumbled below,
The earth blooms and turns green
And voices discordant rumble
Lost; and caravans
They are thundering from afar,
And, plunging through the mists,
The river glitters and foams;
And life forever young
Coolness, sun and spring
Nature is joking,
Like a carefree child.

But sad is the castle that has served
Once in your turn,
Like a poor old man who survived
Friends and lovely family.
And just waiting for the moon to rise
Its invisible tenants;
Then they have a holiday and freedom!
Buzzing, running in all directions:
Gray-haired spider, new hermit,
Spins the webs of its warp;
Green lizard family
Playing fun on the roof
And a wary snake
Creeps out of a dark hole
On the slab of the old porch;
Then suddenly it will fit into three rings,
That will lie in a long strip
And shines like a damask sword,

Forgotten in the field of formidable battles,
Unnecessary to the fallen hero...
Everything is wild. There are no traces anywhere
Years gone by: the hand of the ages
Diligently, swept them away for a long time ...
And don't remember anything
About the glorious name of Gudala,
Oh, his dear daughter!
And where their bones have decayed,
At the edge of jagged ice,
Now only blizzards are walking
Yes, flocks of free clouds;
Rock of the gloomy Kazbek
Prey greedily guards,
And the eternal murmur of man
Their eternal peace will not disturb.

dedication

I finished - and in the chest an involuntary doubt!
Will the familiar sound take you back,
Poems unknown pensive singing,
You, forgetful, but unforgettable friend?

Will you awaken in you about the past regret?
Or, quickly running through a boring notebook,
You're only dead, empty approval
Put a cold seal on her;

And you do not recognize here a simple expression
Anguish, my poor mind tormented for so many years;
And take for a game or a dream of imagination
Sick soul heavy nonsense ...

What forms the Devil did not take in the minds of people. The image and characteristics of the Demon in the poem "The Demon" by Lermontov with quotes is another version of the representation of evil spirits, the fiend of Hell. It is surprising that in the poem the reader likes the evil spirit, attracts and evokes new emotions. It seems that it penetrates the heart.

Demon of the genius poet

The image of the Lermontov Demon came from biblical stories. He is expelled from Paradise, must wander the world and seek shelter, which does not exist. For many centuries he

"... the outcast wandered In the wilderness of the world ...".

For the Demon, century after century runs monotonously, insignificantly and without joy and pleasure.

"He shone, a pure cherub ...".

An angel turned into evil is a Demon created by a brilliant poet. Such images are no longer in the literature. The subjective vision of Lermontov distinguishes the image from the usual evil representatives of Hell. The hero of the poem combines angelic and demonic features. He

"... Once believed and loved ...".

"...God's curse has been fulfilled..."

The soul of an angel turned to stone, he cooled down, stopped feeling

"... Nature's hot embrace."

Exiles like an evil spirit became friends. The demon teaches people to commit sinful acts, extinguishes faith in the Almighty in their hearts.

“... I ruled people for a short time, I taught them sin for a short time, I dishonored everything noble, And blasphemed everything beautiful.”

Not for long - this, in the understanding of the Demon, is centuries, but the evil is tired of the spirit. Why? People quickly accepted his lessons. Wars, hatred, malice and envy are not all the qualities that began to live among earthly creatures. The demon becomes sad and bored with doing what he should.

Angelic beginning

The demon is tired of the evil in his soul, he wants to reincarnate, he is looking for something new in the world. Just sowing evil among people is not enough for him. How to change black power? He falls in love with a beauty with an unearthly appearance. Love must purify the Demon, free him from God's punishment. The author shows the hero alluring and strong. The character is mysterious and charming. He is a beautiful mystery, a vision of charm. In Tamara's mind the spirit takes shape, night guest seen and perceived. For the reader, he is still a mystery, but sometimes even here he begins to take on features. The demon becomes who they want, desire, love. The author is not afraid to admit that a person lives in sinful dreams. The characteristic of the spirit does not frighten, but attracts:

“looks like a clear evening”, “shines quietly like a star”, “glides without a sound or a trace”.

The demon is dangerous as any feeling, like a serpent is a tempter. Sadness inside the night guest helps to understand how hard it is for the spirit to experience a new sensation that has settled without his knowledge, which cannot be controlled. Love

“It burns and splashes like a flame, That crushes a thought… like a stone…”.

The character of the representative of the black forces

The Demon has many faces. He is proud, despises everything divine:

"With a contemptuous eye he cast a glance over the Creation of his god ...".

The demon knows how to be cunning and crafty. He settles in the souls of people and prevents them from living and acting as they would like, leading them away from the chosen path. People's dreams become insidious. The Hero of Hell is immortal and is not afraid to do dirty deeds, he is not threatened with punishment. Such an existence does not please the Demon. He wants danger, storms, confusion. He hates this power and immortality. Spirit hates not only people. He is irritated by the beauty of the world. He envies nature:

"... except for cold envy, Nature did not excite the brilliance ...".

The demon knows how to despise and hate, other feelings do not appear in his soul.

Power of love

The evil spirit felt "inexplicable excitement" at the sight of female beauty. He dives back into

"shrine of Love, goodness and beauty!".

Tamara becomes a sign of rebirth. The spirit caresses the girl's ears, conquers her with a magical sound,

The image of the Demon changes, he becomes an alien,

"foggy and dumb, shining with unearthly beauty"

He is trying to capture the heart and soul of a pure innocent princess. A sad look, a look with love doing their vile deed. The author distracts the reader from the essence of the Demon, sometimes it seems that this real love, cleansing and ennobling. Only one word can accurately describe what is happening:

"And the angel looked with sad eyes at the poor victim ...".

The demon tosses between the positive and the negative in his heart.

“It was like a clear evening: Neither day nor night, neither darkness nor light!”

Doesn't decorate the spirit

"crown of rainbow rays"

A terrible charm haunts the victim. The power of the Demon is able to penetrate even into the abode of the Saints, for him there are no walls and barriers stronger than his desires. The demon fights only with itself.

"... There was a moment when he seemed ready to leave the intent of the cruel ...".

But then the Demon would have become just a celestial, lost his individuality. The evil spirit brings what he started to the end. Tamara is in his power and dies. The slave of love in words in fact turns out to be a deadly poison. Good is still stronger. The angel saves the soul of the girl, the evil suffers a loss, it remains to drag out its insignificant existence again, to live as before.

"One, as before, in the universe Without hope and love!".

Municipal budgetary educational institution

"Chernukhinskaya secondary school"

Literature lesson in grade 10

“What is the Demon punished for?”

(analytical reading of M.Yu. Lermontov's poem "The Demon")

Shebalova O.V.,

Russian teacher and

Literature

Why is the Demon punished?

(Analytical reading of the poem by M.Yu. Lermontov)

Target:

To expand knowledge about the work of M.Yu. Lermontov, to help students understand the image of the Demon in the work of the poet, in art.

Tasks:

education interpretation of a poetic text;
development the skill of thoughtful, attentive reading; aesthetic, intellectual and creative beginnings of students;
upbringing moral and spiritual values.

Equipment:

portraits of M.Yu. Lermontov and M.A. Vrubel;
illustrations of paintings by M.A. Vrubel "Demon defeated", "Demon sitting";
the text of the poem "Demon" (various editions, variants);
audio recording: R. Wagner "Ride of the Valkyries".

I. Introduction

II. Call

Music sounds Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries".

- What associations does the word "demon" evoke in you?Write it down. Read aloud. Highlight the general.

Demon in the literary tradition.

The image of the demon captures Lermontov so much that it runs through all his work, starting with the early poem “My Demon” (1829) and ending with the poem “The Demon”. Reading the works of Lermontov, we penetrate into the inner world of the poet. A world full of contradictions, suffering, struggle between the "angelic beautiful" and the "demonic rebellious".

III. Knowledge update.

At home you read a poem.What questions did she ask you?I asked all questions to be divided into "thin" and "thick". Let me remind you that “thin” questions relate directly to the plot of the poem, and “thick” ones help to analyze the work. Read your questions.

I also had a question:“What is the Demon punished for?”This question will be the topic of our lesson.

How did you see the Demon at the beginning of the poem?

- Find a description of the character, actions of the hero; choose all the pros and cons related to the Demon's characteristic.Fill in the table (you can offer to complete this task in pairs, groups).

- Can we say whether more positive or negative, good or evil, angelic or satanic is inherent in the character, actions of the hero?

Teacher: At the heart of the image is a contradiction, a conflict between good and evil. The concepts of good and evil are not absolute, sometimes intersect one in the other in different circumstances.

- Prove the above idea with examples of the text.

1. The demon saw Tamara, fell in love, but this great feeling led to the death of Tamara's fiancé:

And again he comprehended the shrine

Love, kindness and beauty!...

His insidious dream

The crafty Demon was indignant: ...

2. Having comprehended the melancholy of love, the Demon cries, but instead of a cleansing tear, a burning tear flows:

The anguish of love, its excitement

Achieved the Demon for the first time...

Through the burnt stone is visible

Tears hot as a flame

Inhuman tear! .. and others.

- How does the Demon relate to the world, to the beauty of nature? Give examples from the text.

Nature did not excite the brilliance

In the exile's barren chest

No new feelings, no new forces;

And all that he saw before him

He despised or hated.

And wild and wonderful was around

All God's world; but a proud spirit

looked contemptuously

Creation of their god.

And on his high forehead

Nothing was reflected.

(The unusual nature of the Caucasus initially leaves him calmly indifferent, which cannot be said about the author. But then the Demon reaches the “luxurious Georgia of the valleys.” This region is called happy: nature here is not cold - majestic, but kind and humane. However, this “did not excite in breasts of the exile of new feelings": "And everything that he saw before him, He despised or hated."

Where is the Demon expelled from? For what?

(thrown challenge to God, rejecting love, light, goodness, the former angel, "pure cherub", turned into a sad Demon. "Cherubim" - one of the 9 ranks of the Angelic power, close to God, surround his throne. They have many eyes, which means their wisdom. And who is the Demon? This is in Russian - the Devil - the head of the fallen spirits. He was created by God as the highest and most powerful angel. But he was expelled for pride, wanting to become like God. He was cast down from heaven with demons, fallen spirits who supported him and were seduced by him.)

Why do you think Demon is only happy in memories? How does the poet talk about it? (read the second chapter to yourself). We give the answer, confirming the text.

(We feel something unusual in the deeds of the Demon. Remember in what situations in Orthodoxy the Bes is remembered, the devil is the Devil? (They do evil). And what does the Demon look like in Lermontov? How does he do his work on earth? (sowed evil without pleasure, evil bored him)

What role does the landscape of the Caucasus play in the poem?How does the Demon relate to the world, to the beauty of nature? Give examples from the text.

The demon feels contempt, hatred for what he sees around.

- Describe the state of the Demon who saw Tamara.

The demon, "chained by an invisible force", was struck by the beauty of Tamara, he "for a moment felt an inexplicable excitement in himself", "a feeling suddenly spoke in him", etc.

- Is it only the beauty, youth of Tamara that attracted the Demon? Did the hero see few beautiful girls flying over the earth? Maybe there is something in common between them? Confirm with the words of the text.

Tamara personifies youth, beauty, kindness for the hero. For a long time, the demon "outcast wandered into the deserts of the world without shelter" and now sees in Tamara a kindred soul - seeking, doubting, thirsting for knowledge.

Is the Demon guilty of Sinodal's death?

(The demon in which the heart comes to life is devoid of evil, thirst for revenge, there is no jealousy for the groom. Sinodal “the crafty Demon revolted with an insidious dream: He in his thoughts, under the darkness of the night, Kissed the lips of the bride.” But this is his inner Demon, and not the hero of the poem. And it is no coincidence that the poem mentions that the prayer that Sinodal neglected protected the traveler from the Muslim dagger. Whether the gods were angry with the frivolous bridegroom or he was simply unlucky: it was always restless in the mountains, besides the attacked Ossetians were bolder.)

Why does Tamara go to a monastery? She didn't even become a widow, did she?

(She is afraid of the Demon, but she is not afraid as a dark force. A reciprocal feeling is born in her, which she has no strength to resist. She is looking for the protection of the Savior in the monastery, although she understands that she renounces life in general.)

Is the Demon's confession sincere, or is his vows just a way to capture Tamara's heart? What does the Demon want when he falls in love with Tamara?

(The demon hopes that through love for Tamara he will be able to touch world harmony again:

Me good and heaven

Your love with a holy cover

Dressed, I would appear there

From now on, the poison of insidious flattery

Nothing disturbs the mind;

Tamara is not a victim of the Demon, rather he is a victim of his hope to save himself from the eternal cold of indifference with love.)

– What size is the poem? Why does the meter of the poem change in the XV chapter of part I? (Based on homework).

... Be to the earthly without participation

And as careless as they are!

– What stylistic device does the author use to help inspire faith in the words of the Demon, to give them weight?

I swear on the first day of creation

I swear by his last day...

I renounced the old revenge

I renounced proud thoughts; ...

I want to reconcile with the sky

I want to love, I want to pray...

- What does the Demon want, having fallen in love with Tamara?

The demon hopes that through love for Tamara he will be able to touch the world harmony again:

Me good and heaven

You could return with a word

Your love with a holy cover

Dressed, I would appear there

Like a new angel in a new brilliance...

The demon even makes an oath to Tamara that:

From now on, the poison of insidious flattery

Nothing disturbs the mind;

– What does the Demon promise to give Tamara in return for her love for him?

And I will give you eternity in a moment; ...

And you will be the queen of the world

My first friend...

I will give you everything, everything earthly -

Love me!.. etc.

Can the Demon find harmony? Why?

Demon love is selfish. Instead of purifying his soul, he is ready to destroy Tamara's bush. That's not what lovers do.In love, he did not rejoice, but triumphed, experienced a sense of personal superiority.Sacrificial love is pure, but what does the Demon sacrifice?

Love me!..

………………………….

A mighty gaze gazed into her eyes!

He burned her.

………………………….

Alas! the evil spirit triumphed!

………………………….

"She is mine! - he said menacingly, - and others.

Pride, this mortal sin, which always encroaches on the shrine, is the reason for the defeat of the Demon, this is the source of his suffering.Initiation to harmony due to love for an earthly woman and at the cost of her death was not realized. The evil inclination again appeared in the Demon:

And cursed Demon defeated

Dreams are crazy...

Why does God forgive Tamara, and why does her soul go to heaven?

Tamara's soul is carried away by a guardian angel. It is he who saves her for paradise. The soul of the deceased Tamara is still full of doubts, a “trace of misconduct” is imprinted on it, which the angel washes away with tears:

... And the sweet speech of hope

Dispelled her doubts

And a trace of misconduct and suffering

He washed away her tears.

It was God who sent a test to Tamara.Having accepted the evil inclination inspired by the Demon, the heroine sacrifices herselfdefending eternal values: Goodness, Peace, Beauty, Love. Therefore, she deserves forgiveness. Forgiven, Tamara goes to heaven, where access is closed for the hero:

... And again he remained, arrogant.

Alone, as before, in the universe

Without hope and love!

Why is the Demon punished?

(For the poison of doubt, for disbelief in true pure love. For the fact that, despising the world of the people of the "sinful" earth, he himself turned out to be no better, no higher than them. Sympathizing with him, the author condemns him for his arrogant bitterness against the world.)

Creative task.

Write a cinquain. Keyword"Demon"

III. Reflection.

- What did M.Yu. want to say? Lermontov's poem "The Demon"? And why does the image of the Demon go through all the work of the author?

Unearthly love helps the hero fight evil within himself, andhis suffering soul wants to be reconciled with heaven, wants to believe in goodness.This conflict between good and evil is like a clash between light and darkness.

In him merge two beginnings, and he appears before us, ready to face both good and evil:

That was not hell, a terrible spirit,

Vicious martyr - oh no!

It looked like a clear evening:

Neither day nor night, neither darkness nor light!

The essence of the hero is in irreconcilable contradictions, in the assertion that evensuch concepts as Good and Evil are not absolute.These contradictions are embedded in life itself.A person receives the ability to know and fight, and in the soul of everyone lives his own demon.

M.Yu. Lermontov is distinguished by two worlds,tragic understanding of the abyss between earthly and heavenly, bodily and spiritual, real and ideal. The only, narrow, shaky, but indestructible bridge across this abyss remains the human soul. The soul, eternally balancing on the verge of "double being", as F.I. Tyutchev:

O my prophetic soul,

O heart full of anxiety!

Oh how you beat on the threshold

What a double existence!