Again, as in the golden years,
Three worn out harnesses fray,
And painted knitting needles
In loose ruts...
Russia, impoverished Russia,
I have your gray huts,
Your songs are windy for me, -
Like the first tears of love!
I can't pity you
And I carefully carry my cross ...
What kind of sorcerer do you want
Give me the rogue beauty!
Let him lure and deceive, -
You won't disappear, you won't die
And only care will cloud
Your beautiful features...
Well? One more concern -
With one tear the river is noisier
And you are still the same - forest, yes field,
Yes, patterned to the eyebrows ...
And the impossible is possible
The road is long and easy
When it shines in the distance of the road
Instant glance from under the scarf,
When ringing melancholy guarded
The deaf song of the coachman! ..
Analysis of the poem "Russia" by Alexander Blok
A. Blok is a kind of poet with his own special view of the world. His beliefs changed frequently throughout his life, but one thing remained unchanged - love for his country. In 1908, he wrote the poem "Motherland", in which there is a premonition of the impending horrors of the revolution and civil war.
Blok refers to Russia without ostentatious patriotism and false embellishment of reality. His attitude is similar to the views of another famous poet and writer -. Blok is well aware of Russia's backwardness and low level of development. For centuries, the illiterate peasantry has remained the main productive force. Civilization affects only big cities. In the vast Russian expanses, as before, there are “loose ruts”.
Yet the poet is infinitely dear to "poor Russia", which is a huge number of gray villages. In her patriarchy and inability to change, Blok sees a guarantee of stability. Strong traditions that impede the modernization of the country make it possible to preserve the integrity of the state. The author admits that Russia as a whole has inherent traits of the Russian common people: kindness and gullibility. In the poem there is collective image Russia is a simple Russian woman who has a special beauty and attractiveness. It is easy to deceive some "sorcerer", which has happened more than once in history.
But thanks to the innate instinct for self-preservation, Russia has always been reborn and gathered with renewed vigor. The poet is sure that the country will have to become a victim of deception more than once, which over time will become just another tear in a wide river. To the surprise of the enemies, crushed Russia again rises in its great guise. The author's thought can be considered prophetic, given the subsequent events.
The poem is a philosophical reflection of the author about the fate of his homeland. It is written in the form of a lyrical hero to Russia. Expressive means emphasize the unenviable position of the country: epithets (“poor”, “gray”), comparisons (“like tears”). Dots reinforce the importance of reflection, its infinity.
In general, the poem "Motherland" ends with an optimistic conclusion - "The impossible is possible." Blok is sure that of all the trials into which Russia will be plunged by external and internal enemies, she will be able to go out with honor. Weakness and poverty are only purely external indicators. In the depths of the country, there are huge forces and an unbending folk spirit, based on centuries-old history and culture.
Poem Blok Russia
The theme of the Motherland occupies an important place in the lyrics of A. Blok. It is most fully embodied in the completed cycle "On the Kulikovo Field" (1908), the main motive of which is the poet's deep faith in the power of Russia, that it will withstand any trials. The poem “Russia” (1908) adjoins the cycle “On the Kulikovo Floor”, in which the poet conveys his very personal, romantically colored feeling of love for the Motherland.
Love for Russia, an unshakable faith in the greatness, strength and resilience of the Motherland, in its bright future, find expression in the passionate lines of the poem. The fate of the Motherland is perceived by Blok as a personal fate.
The poem begins with the image of very real, vital signs of Russia. These signs are simple, there is nothing special about them: worn harnesses, loose ruts are clear evidence of Russian off-road.
Again, as in the golden years,
Three worn out harnesses are fraying,
And painted knitting needles
In loose ruts...
This bleak picture arouses such a strong and deep feeling of love for the Motherland in the poet that it is compared with the feeling of first love:
Russia, impoverished Russia,
I have your gray huts,
Your songs are windy for me -
Like the first tears of love!
The sight of impoverished Russia, it seemed, should arouse joy, but the poet declares:
I can't pity you
And I carefully carry my cross ...
It is important to emphasize the adverbial epithet "carefully". The poet not only pities impoverished Russia, but also keeps this feeling in himself. He feels not pity, but love for the Motherland, faith in her, in her inexhaustible spiritual strength.
But here is the other side of the artistic image of Russia. No longer real, everyday signs are noted by the poet, but a metaphorical image unfolds. Not impoverished Russia with loose ruts, but a beautiful woman, trusting, proud and strong in spirit - this is how Blok reveals the image of Russia in the following lines of the poem:
I can't pity you
And I carefully carry my cross ...
What kind of sorcerer do you want
Give me the rogue beauty!
The homeland will not be lost, no matter what sorcerer takes possession of it, no matter how one more care obscures its beautiful features. The poet believes that Russia will come out of all trials spiritually and physically stronger and renewed:
And the impossible is possible
The road is long and easy
When it shines in the distance of the road
Instant glance from under the scarf,
When ringing melancholy guarded
The deaf song of the coachman! ..
In the metaphorical image of the Motherland, real and conditional signs are combined. On the one hand - a forest and a field, on the other - a patterned board up to the eyebrows, an instant glance. These conditional details deepen the metaphorical image of Russia as a beautiful woman. The epithet acquires great importance - robber beauty, which means bright, masterful beauty. Robbery beauty, in contrast to the humble, is fraught with a hint of something stubborn, rebellious and at the same time strong that can withstand any trials. From here direct statement the poet that Russia will not be lost, will not perish, will stand. That is why there is no pity in him, but there is an unshakable confidence that Russia has a "long way to go."
The poem "Russia" is written in traditional iambic tetrameter. The peculiarity of its sound is due to the fact that the third stanza in each line has no stress:
Again, as in the golden years,
Three worn out harnesses are fraying.
The most common type of stanza is found in the poem - a quatrain (quatrain), the lines of which rhyme with cross rhymes. The first and third lines are interconnected by a feminine rhyme, the second and fourth by a masculine one.
Give special emphasis to the poem artistic means. These are epithets: gray huts, painted knitting needles, lax tracks, wind songs, i.e. secluded, dreary, soulful songs, robber beauty, beautiful features, the road is long, the road is far, the longing is guarded. There are comparisons built on the unity of opposites - oxymorons: “And the impossible is possible. (/ The road is long and easy. ”
Blok's poem "Russia" makes us seriously think about the fate of the Motherland - Russia. Today, hard trials have fallen to its share: traditions are collapsing, all norms of morality and morality are being violated, spiritual values are being destroyed. This causes irreparable losses to the Russian people. And we see our duty in saving Russia, resurrecting it from the ashes of lost hopes and returning to it its former proud and free name - Russia.
The writing
The theme of the motherland, Russia is a cross-cutting theme of the lyrics of Alexander Alexandrovich Blok. At one of the last performances of the poet, where he read a variety of his poems, Blok was asked to read poems about Russia. “It's all about Russia,” Blok replied and did not palter, because the “Russian theme” was close and dear to him. One way or another, almost all the work of the poet can be attributed to this topic.
Blok's poem "Russia", written in 1908, is the most famous of the "Motherland" cycles. It combines a feeling of love for the motherland and faith in its future revival. The poem begins with the image of the road:
Again, as in the golden years,
Three worn out harnesses fray,
And painted knitting needles
In loose ruts...
What does the author mean by the phrase "golden years"? With what time does Blok compare modernity? It can be assumed that this paraphrase means the golden age of Pushkin, Lermontov, Gogol. A lot of time has passed since then, but Russia does not change, it is still the same.
To reveal the image of the Motherland, the antithesis of “painted spokes” - “loose ruts” is very important. This is a country where incredible wealth coexists with terrible poverty. A lot of money is spent on "painted spokes", and not on ennoblement of Russian roads.
And Russia for the most part remains poor:
Russia, impoverished Russia,
I have your gray huts,
Your songs are windy for me -
Like the first tears of love!
The author speaks of peasant Russia, where poverty really reigns. He calls the “gray huts” the personification of just such a homeland. We understand that Blok is not describing urban Russia, with its luxurious palaces, squares, and monuments of art. No, it is the rural homeland with its spaciousness, breadth and poverty that is dear to the author. The poet compares Russian "wind songs" with "the first tears of love." This means that the feeling of love for Russia soaked through the soul of the poet.
I can't pity you
And I carefully carry my cross ...
What kind of sorcerer do you want
Give me the beauty of the robbers!
The lyrical hero sees everything that happens to his beloved Russia. He is tormented by the realization of the troubles and misfortunes that fill the fate of his country. But the hero willingly bears his cross. He feels like a Russian person through and through and is not going to retreat from the fate of his homeland.
The last two lines characterize the history of Russia, giving itself readily into the hands of any "sorcerer". In this image, many rulers of Russia are hidden, "luring" and "deceiving" her, like a naive girl with "robber beauty". But the author understands that no matter what happens, Russia "will not disappear, will not perish." It is, in essence, stronger than all troubles and disasters. "And only care will cloud" her "beautiful features." Over the years, the poet's favorite country does not change:
Well? One more concern -
With one tear the river is noisier,
And you are still the same - forest, yes field,
Yes, patterned to the eyebrows ...
Entire streams of tears were shed by Russia, so another misfortune is like another drop that has fallen into the river. But the beauty of the country does not fade from misfortunes.
The last stanza has six lines because it is the most important. It is here that the author expresses his main idea: in spite of everything, Russia is an amazing country where “the impossible is possible”. Blok poeticizes even the suffering of the simple peasant people. A long road flies by unnoticed for him, "when the coachman's dull song rings with anguish! ..".
From this poem we see how much A. A. Blok loves Russia, sincerely worries about her and sings of her in his work. The motif of the road, longing, but at the same time, confidence that the long-suffering homeland of the poet has a future runs through the whole work.
The writing: Blok A. A. - Miscellaneous - "Traditions and innovation in the poems of A. Blok"
"Traditions and innovation in the poems of A. Blok"
TRADITIONS AND INNOVATION IN THE POEMS OF A. BLOK "AUTUMN WILL" AND "RUSSIA"
Russia, impoverished Russia, Your gray huts are for me, Your wind songs are for me - Like the first tears of love! A. A. Blok Alexander Alexandrovich Blok is the deepest lyricist, who managed to express the most secret feelings and thoughts, to convey the subtlest shades of spiritual experiences. Knowing perfectly well the classical heritage of Russian literature, the poet becomes a worthy successor to the traditions of the nineteenth century. Getting acquainted with the poem "Autumn Freedom", you remember Lermontov's "I go out alone on the road." Surprisingly close to him and Nekrasov "Troika". But Blok does not imitate his great predecessors. He opens his understanding of the Motherland, consonant with them. In this I see adherence to traditions, worship and reverence for the memory of "teachers" and the same reverent and deep feeling for Russia that Lermontov and Nekrasov had. I go out on the road, open to the eyes, The wind bends the elastic bushes. Broken stone lay on the slopes, Yellow clay meager layers. Autumn roamed in the wet valleys, Exposed the cemeteries of the earth, But thick mountain ash in the passing villages The red color will dawn from afar. What is it that attracts the poet in his homeland? He does not idealize his land, he sees Russia without embellishment, impoverished, hungry and intoxicated, but this is his land, and the poet does not want another. This boundless love surprises Blok himself, but such is he, this is the pain and joy of the poet, his essence. Many of us - free, young, stately - Dies, not loving ... Shelter you in the vast expanses! How to live and cry without you! The poem "Russia" reveals the poet's patriotism even deeper and more clearly. Again, as in golden years, Three worn-out harnesses fray, I knit knitting needles painted In loose ruts. Russia, impoverished Russia, Your gray huts are for me. Your songs are windy for me - Like the first tears of love! Blok finds surprisingly subtle and figurative epithets, emphasizing the disinterestedness and devotion of his filial love for the Motherland. The poet is sure that Russia will not perish, its age-old traditions and vast expanses will hold the country. Yes, such is her difficult fate to be the eternal defender of the weak, to bleed and tears, but this only makes her sweeter and more beautiful, dearer to the heart. Let him lure and deceive, - You will not be lost, you will not perish, And only care will cloud Your beautiful features. Well? With one concern, the river is noisier with one tear, And you are still the same - the forest, yes the field, Yes, patterned cloth to the eyebrows ... The poem was written in a difficult period for Blok, when he experienced a spiritual crisis. And the only thing that supported the artist during these years, made him live and work, was his homeland - Russia. And the impossible is possible, The long road is easy, When a momentary glance from under a scarf flashes in the distance of the road, When the dull song of the coachman rings with melancholy! ..
The theme of the Motherland is found more than once in Blok's poems, Alexander loved his country and carried this love from the first to the last line of his work. In 1909, the poem "Russia" was written, in which the poet shows his vision of the fatherland with its pluses and minuses. An analysis of the poem will help to understand the thoughts and views of Blok.
In the first lines, the poet shows one of the main Russian problems- roads. The wheels got stuck in a loose track at the beginning of the 20th century and a century later. Painted wheel spokes are shown against the background of the road. This well shows the inner world of the Russian peasant, who does not forget about the personal, but does not pay attention to the public - the quality of the roads. For the time being, of course, when trouble comes and the enemy stands at the gate, then the state matter dominates the personal.
Russia in the heart of Blok
Further, the poet writes that for all the poverty of Russia, for all its grayness in the provinces, the country is dear to his heart in any form. Brilliant St. Petersburg and a dull village form a single whole, complementing each other and forming in this symbiosis a country called Russia.
Blok has love for the Motherland, but no pity, as can be seen from the lines:
I can't pity you
And I carefully carry my cross ...
Pity is indulgence, but the poet does not have such feelings for Russia, he is higher than condescension, accepting Russia in all its diversity, where the robbery beauty is combined with the grayness of the huts, and there are a church and a tavern across the road. This versatility and sincerity in everything do not allow Russia to perish and disappear:
You won't disappear, you won't die
And only care will cloud
Your beautiful features...
Greatness and poverty of Russia
Yes, care has darkened the brow of the Motherland more than once, but it has never been broken by any sorcerer. There were Mongol-Tatars, the Swedes and Napoleon came, and Russia was only overshadowed by care, exchanged a plow for a sword and everything returned to normal - gray huts, sloppy roads, wind songs and painted knitting needles.
With one tear, the river is noisier.
A lot of tears have accumulated in the river over the centuries of history, but the water did not overflow the banks, on which even today, like a century ago, girls in a patterned scarf sing songs in the evenings, and men mend the net. Subtly playing with the threads of symbolism, the author of the poem shows the multifaceted image of Russia, in which brilliance and poverty, heroism and dullness of everyday life go hand in hand.
Infinity road
At the end of the poem, Blok repeats the eternal truth that in Russia the impossible is possible. The finale again brings us back to the road, where the driver’s song, so dear to the poet’s heart, sounds, and in the dust of the road, no, no, and the burning look of the local beauty flashes from under the scarf.
In the poem, Blok confesses his love for the Motherland, despite all its shortcomings. Comparing Russia with a girl whom the sorcerer wants to deceive, the author predicts a long future for the country, because the girl still has to become a woman and give rise to a new life.
Unfortunately, Russia today remains that modest and beautiful girl, who somehow fails to become a woman, although Blok’s fault is not in this ....
Again, as in the golden years,
Three worn out harnesses fray,
And painted knitting needles
In loose ruts...
Russia, impoverished Russia,
I have your gray huts,
Your songs are windy for me -
Like the first tears of love!
I can't pity you
And I carefully carry my cross ...
What kind of sorcerer do you want
Give me the rogue beauty!
Let him lure and deceive, -
You won't disappear, you won't die
And only care will cloud
Your beautiful features...
Well, one more concern -
With one tear the river is noisier,
And you are still the same - forest, yes field,
Yes, patterned to the eyebrows ...
And the impossible is possible
The road is long and easy
When it shines in the distance of the road
Instant glance from under the scarf,
When ringing melancholy guarded
The deaf song of the coachman! ..
The poem "Russia" reads In Tatarsky. An excellent read, in which the depth of the lines is felt.
