1 presenter.
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
I am pleased with your farewell beauty.
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold... -
This is how Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin once expressed his admiration for autumn nature. And I wanted to express my feelings in the words of the great poet.
2 presenter. And I would like to continue with the words of another famous Russian writer and poet Ivan Alekseevich Bunin:
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his colorful mansion.
1 presenter. Autumn... The golden time of the year, amazing with the richness of flowers, fruits, fantastic combination colors: from bright, eye-catching colors to blurry-transparent halftones.
2 presenter. But it’s true, look around, take a closer look: the foliage sparkles like forged gold, multi-colored lanterns of asters and chrysanthemums flash brightly, rowan berries freeze on the trees with droplets of blood, and the bottomless autumn sky surprises with the abundance and brightness of the stars scattered across it.
1 presenter. Sad October stretches out its business card, where the lines of the brilliant Russian poet are written in colorless ink of mists:
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
Last leaves from its naked branches;
The autumn cold has arrived - the road is freezing.
………………………………………………..
But the pond has already frozen...
2 presenter. It’s autumn outside the windows now... We call it differently: cold, golden, generous, rainy, sad... But, be that as it may, autumn is a wonderful time of year, it’s the time of harvesting, summing up the results of field work, it’s the beginning of school school, this is preparation for a long and cold winter... And no matter how it is outside: cold or warm - motherland always beautiful, attractive, charming! And popular wisdom says: “Autumn is sad, but life is fun.” So let the beautiful sounds sound on this October day, let the river of uncontrollable cheerful laughter flow, your legs know no fatigue, let your fun have no end!
All presenters. We are opening our holiday “Autumn Ball”.
1 presenter. Now let's take an oath for the participants of the "Autumn Ball".
All. We swear!
2 presenter. Have fun from the heart!
All. We swear!
1 presenter. Dance until you drop!
All. We swear!
2 presenter. Laugh and joke!
All. We swear!
1 presenter. Participate and win in all competitions.
All. We swear!
2 presenter. Share the joy of victory and the prizes received with friends.
All. We swear! We swear! We swear!
1 presenter. We talked for a long time, but completely forgot that we had to dance at the ball.
They want to present their dances to us...
2 presenter. And now we are starting the competition.
1 competition - literary. Now the lines of Russian poets will be heard, and you name their authors.
a) Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous air
Tired forces invigorates,
Fragile ice on the icy river,
It lies like melting sugar.
Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space! -
The leaves have not yet faded,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet. (N.A. Nekrasov)
B) There is in the initial autumn
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant... (F.I. Tyutchev)
B) The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she was naked... (A.S. Pushkin)
D) Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling,
Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind.
They only show off in the distance, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
Bright red brushes of withering rowan trees... (A.K. Tolstoy)
1 presenter. And now the competition program is interrupted. Let's get a look …
2 presenter. Dear guests, please listen to a short announcement. In parallel with our competition program, a competition for the title of King and Queen of the “Autumn Ball” is taking place. Each of you has pieces of paper with numbers. Each of those present can go to the basket and write down the number of the person they consider a contender for this title.
1 presenter. It's time to take a break from dancing. That's why we have a game.
2 presenter. You all probably love apples. I hope our members do too.
Game "Who can eat the apples faster."
The apples are tied on a rope and the participants' task is to eat the apple without their hands.
1 presenter. And now we invite everyone to watch the dance...
2 presenter. And now we invite 2 representatives from each group. Everyone knows how tasty and healthy potatoes are. Very often we all have to both plant it and clean it up. I suggest that the next participants in the game collect the harvest. The game is called "Collect Potatoes".
Conditions of the competition: a lot of potatoes are scattered on the floor, and blindfolded participants must quickly collect the crop in one minute. The winner is the one who collects the most potatoes in the bucket.
1 presenter. We remind you that the competition for the title of King and Queen continues.
Hurry up to make your choice of King and Queen. Since the competition program is coming to an end
2 presenter. And now the last competition of our ball. Two participants from each group are invited. Competition "Wreath of leaves".
1 presenter. And while the participants are working on the wreaths, we offer you a performance...
2 presenter. They say that autumn is sadness, continuous rains, cloudy weather... Don't believe it, friends! Autumn is beautiful and attractive in its own way. It brings generosity to the soul, warmth from human communication to the heart, and brings unique beauty into our lives!
1 presenter. It is announced who became the King and Queen of the ball. (They wear wreaths of leaves)
2 presenter. Autumn has fully come into its own today, and we will celebrate its arrival. We thank this autumn for bringing us all together for the “Autumn Ball”. Winter, spring, summer are ahead... And then autumn again. How many more of them there will be in our lives! We hope that the golden lights of the Autumn Ball holiday will be lit for all of us at our school more than once. See you again!
VII
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
Analysis of the poem by A. S. Pushkin “Sad time, charm of the eyes”
The golden time of the year amazes with its beauty and poetry. The period when nature brightly and solemnly says goodbye to summer, warmth, greenery, and prepares for winter sleep. Yellow and red foliage adorns the trees, and when they fall off, they form a motley carpet under your feet. The off-season has inspired artists, poets, composers, and playwrights for centuries.
Pushkin was always attracted by autumn with its charm. He loved this time more than any other, about which he tirelessly wrote both in prose and poetry. In the poem “Sad time, charm of the eyes,” Alexander Sergeevich talks about the seasons and comes to the conclusion that the end of October is ideal for him in all respects.
He does not like spring, praised by many poets, because it is dirty and slushy. Can't stand hot summers with constantly buzzing insects. The lyrics are more to the soul of “Russian cold”. But the winter is frosty and long. Although the hero loves to race on a sleigh in the snow and skate. The weather is not always favorable for your favorite pastimes. And sitting at home for a long time by the fireplace is boring and sad for the narrator.
The famous lines were born in the second Boldino autumn in 1833. It is known that this period was the most productive for the poet, his creative upsurge. When the fingers themselves asked for the pen, and the pen for the paper. Preparing for bed, the withering of nature is for Pushkin a stage of renewal, a new life. He writes that he is blooming again.
Already in the first lines there is an antithesis. A striking contrast between two descriptions of one phenomenon. On the one hand, the poet exclaims: “It’s a sad time.” On the other hand, he calls the weather outside the window the charm of the eyes. He writes about the decline of nature - a word with a negative connotation. But at the same time, he informs the reader about his love for this period. The farewell beauty of forests dressed in crimson and gold, devastated fields beckons the author for a walk. In such weather it is impossible to sit indoors.
The lyrical hero is the narrator, behind whom the personality of Alexander Sergeevich himself is drawn. The attentive reader understands that the description is alive. Pushkin depicts what he sees in poetic lines. Nature is spiritualized. Therefore, her image can be considered the second hero of the plot.
The author carefully, politely, very courteously, confidentially communicates with the reader. As if inviting to dialogue. He asks for opinions and apologizes for being too prosaic. Thus, the genre of address was used. This way the reader better understands the author, his mood, feeling and the idea that the poet wanted to convey.
Measured, melodious, rhythmic reading is achieved using the chosen poetic meter - iambic. The poem is divided into octaves, which are stanzas of eight lines.
Compositionally, the text looks unfinished. Alexander Sergeevich ends with the line: “Where should we sail?” Inviting the reader to reflect on this question for himself. A small element of natural philosophical lyricism in a landscape description.
The lines are purposefully devoid of an accurate description of the landscape.
Pushkin, as a true painter in poetry, here acts as an impressionist. A moment is caught that is about to give way to another. But the picture is slightly blurry, conveying not so much details as emotions.
Thanks to the poem by A.S. Pushkin’s “Sad time, the charm of the eyes” we can see autumn through the eyes of the great poet. After reading the text, it leaves positive emotions and pleasant excitement.
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Goals:
- Analyze the poem by A. S. Pushkin to see how skillfully the author paints pictures of autumn.
- Get acquainted with new literary techniques that allow the author to convey the fullness of feelings.
Lesson Plan
(Pictures of autumn change on the slides, and (the teacher reads from the recording) A. S. Pushkin’s poem “A sad time! The charm of the eyes!” sounds against the background of Tchaikovsky’s music “The Seasons.” See Appendix 1, Appendix 2).
– Agree, it’s a beautiful poem. Only 8 lines, but so many feelings.
Today we will get acquainted with another poem by A.S. Pushkin “Sad time! The charm of the eyes!”
- During the lesson we must:
1) Analyze the poem by A.S. Pushkin to see how skillfully the author paints pictures of autumn.
2) Get acquainted with a new literary technique that allows the author to convey the fullness of feelings.
– What knowledge should we gain in today’s lesson? (Learn to analyze a poem. Get acquainted with a new literary device.)
Let's open the textbook on p. 70th, let's read the poem and take a closer look at the lyrical images created by the author.
(Student reads.)
– Let’s find out once again what the main task is lyrical work? (The main task of a lyrical work is to convey feelings).
– What feelings does the author convey? (Feelings of admiration, feelings of sadness, because autumn is leaving).
– Read the lines where the author expresses his feelings, i.e. what he loves. (The student reads the entire poem.)
– That is, we had to read the entire poem. He expressed his feelings in one word: LOVE.
And then follows a list with the repeated conjunction And, the sound of the wind, and fresh breath, and the heavens, and the ray of the sun, and the first frosts, and the threat of winter. Accordingly, you need to choose the correct intonation for listing homogeneous members of the sentence. The entire sentence (homogeneous members are separated by commas) should be read in one breath.
– Read to yourself one sentence consisting of six lines with the intonation of enumeration. (read to themselves)
- Now let’s read it out loud.
(Read by 2–3 students.)
- Guys, now everyone will read the poem to themselves again and while reading, pay attention to what the author loves most about autumn?
(Read to themselves.)
- So, what does the poet love? (Lush decay of nature.)
– What do you understand by these words? (Children's answers.)
– Withering – we associate the word itself with something ugly, lethargic. But by combining this word with the word lush, the author gets a completely different image.
-What does lush mean? (Beautiful, bright, solemn.)
– The author, in fact, himself explains what lush wilting is. Find and read these lines.
(Student reads lines 4–8)
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant threats of gray winter.
– Can this withering be called magnificent? (Yes, you can.)
- Forests dressed in scarlet and gold.
– Have you come across an unfamiliar word or a word that we rarely use? (Scarlet.)
(The word BLUE appears on the slide).
– You are offered a dictionary entry from the explanatory dictionary of the Russian language by Dmitry Nikolaevich Ushakov.
Bagrets –
1). Red paint of a dark shade, crimson.
2). Precious crimson fabric, purple.
– The word crimson has two meanings. What meaning does A.S. Pushkin take for his poem? (The first meaning is red paint of a dark shade, crimson.)
– Also, what obsolete word did you come across in the poem? (Eyes.)
- Eyes, eye - eye. This is another outdated word used in poetic speech.
– What do outdated words add to this work? (They add mystery, fabulousness, solemnity - eye-catching charm.)
- Let's read the first line of the poem.
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
– Let's look at the paintings of Russian artists who, like Pushkin, admire autumn. Look, on page 71 you are given reproductions of paintings by such artists as Vasily Polenov and Isaac Levitan.
– Why does A.S. Pushkin call autumn a dull time? (Because this is the time for nature to fade, the leaves fall, the trees stand bare, the colors fade, more gray appears.)
- Why is it still time for the eyes to be charmed? (Because this withering is very bright. A play of colors. Nature has decorated everything with a colored carpet.)
– And we, like Pushkin, like artists, like to look at these paintings that change every day.
“Did you notice how quickly the leaves on the trees outside our window turned yellow—that’s their farewell beauty.” A few more days and we will no longer see such a riot of colors.
– Farewell beauty. Here's another phrase.
– What interesting things did you notice? (The words don't go together.)
These phrases contain a contradiction, but this is not just a play on words, it is a literary device called OXYMORON, i.e. a combination of the incongruous.
Physical education minute
(Performed to music.)
– Now imagine a lonely falling leaf. Let's stand up and show first with our left hand how he falls (wave of his hand), and then with his right hand ( hand wave).
– Let’s turn to the diagram of universal symbols and follow the movement of the sheet with our eyes.
– Go to your seats and change places.
– We read the poem again to ourselves and imagine the picture that the author creates.
(Students read to themselves)
– Let’s imagine a figurative series expressed by nouns. Name them. (Forests, wind noise, skies, sun rays, frost, winter threats).
- So, forests, wind noise, skies, sun rays, frosts, winter threats.
(The student reads, and slides flash on the screen).
Physical education minute
(Another way to remember a poem is to read it using facial expressions and gestures).
It's a sad time! Ouch charm! (right hand to the chest)
I am pleased with your farewell beauty - (we wave our hand - imitate “goodbye”)
I love the lush decay of nature, (spread your arms to the sides, hand down)
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold, (hands up)
There is noise in their canopy (swaying) and fresh breath, (inhale)
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness, (facial expressions, eyes, eyebrows drawn together)
And a rare ray of sunshine, (smile, tighten eyebrows) and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats (hand up, fist with raised index finger).
– Well, now, after such a reading of the poem, there are probably those who want to read this poem by heart, using the proposed diagram (the diagram does not flash, but is all on the screen).
Homework:
- Learn by heart the poem by A.S. Pushkin on p.70;
- Cut out an autumn leaf and on it:
1st option - write a famous poem by A. S. Pushkin, i.e. choose another poem;
Option 2 is to write a poem about autumn yourself.
Lesson summary
– The result of today’s lesson will be a test. Take a sheet of paper on which you will record your test answers. You enter the question number and the letter of the answer.
1. What works are called lyrical?
a) expressing various thoughts and feelings;
b) intended for production on stage;
c) based on fiction.
2. What is the main idea of this lyrical work?
a) the joy of autumn;
b) the sadness of autumn withering;
c) the melancholy of the coming winter.
3. Name the main technique used by the author in constructing the poem.
a) availability complex sentences;
b) availability large quantity verbs;
c) the presence of homogeneous members of the sentence and a repeating conjunction I.
4. What is an oxymoron?
a) a technique that consists in replacing one word or concept with another;
b) artistic technique; a combination of opposite words that contradict each other in meaning in one work of art;
c) the main question posed in a literary work.
– Name the obsolete words used by the author in the poem.
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– Submit your answers, they will be evaluated, but so that you can evaluate yourself, we will check the test now (check on the slides).
Reflection
- pick up the sheet Green colour if you rate your work in class highly;
- pick up the sheet yellow color if you worked well in class;
- and a red sheet if you think that you have not worked enough and could have done better.
- Thank you for your work in class.
The poem in octaves “Autumn” by A. S. Pushkin was written in the fall of 1833 during the poet’s second visit to the village. Boldino, upon returning from the Urals.
Both in prose and in poetry, A. S. Pushkin repeatedly wrote that autumn is his favorite time of year, the time of his inspiration, creative growth and literary works.
It was not without reason that the poet was happy about autumn and considered it the time of his heyday: A. S. Pushkin’s second autumn on the Boldino estate, lasting a month and a half, turned out to be no less fruitful and rich in works than the first, epochal, Boldino autumn 1830.
The most famous passage is “Sad time! The charm of the eyes!”, which is the VII octave of the poem “Autumn,” belongs to landscape lyrics A. S. Pushkin. The lines of the passage present a complete picture, realistically accurately conveying the awakening of poetry in the soul of the poet inspired by his favorite time.
The verse size of the passage is iambic hexameter; stanza of a poem is an octave.
It's a sad time! charm of the eyes!
The work “Autumn,” and in particular the excerpt, was not published during the author’s lifetime; it was first published by V. A. Zhukovsky in the posthumous collection of works by A. S. Pushkin in 1841.
We bring to your attention the text of the poem in full:
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.
Now is my time: I don’t like spring;
The thaw is boring to me; stench, dirt - in the spring I’m sick;
The blood is fermenting; feelings and mind are constrained by melancholy.
I'm happier in the harsh winter
I love her snow; in the presence of the moon
How easy the running of a sleigh with a friend is fast and free,
When under the sable, warm and fresh,
She shakes your hand, glowing and trembling!
How fun it is to put sharp iron on your feet,
Slide along the mirror of standing, smooth rivers!
A winter holidays brilliant alarms?..
But you also need to know honor; six months of snow and snow,
After all, this is finally true for the inhabitant of the den,
The bear will get bored. You can't take a whole century
We'll ride in a sleigh with the young Armids
Or sour by the stoves behind double glass.
Oh, summer is red! I would love you
If only it weren't for the heat, the dust, the mosquitoes, and the flies.
You, ruining all your spiritual abilities,
You torture us; like the fields we suffer from drought;
Just to get something to drink and refresh yourself -
We have no other thought, and it’s a pity for the old woman’s winter,
And, having seen her off with pancakes and wine,
We are celebrating her funeral with ice cream and ice.
The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she’s sweet to me, dear reader,
Quiet beauty, shining humbly.
So unloved child in the family
It attracts me to itself. To tell you frankly,
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her,
There is a lot of good in her; a lover is not vain,
I found something in her like a wayward dream.
How to explain this? I like her,
Like you probably are a consumptive maiden
Sometimes I like it. Condemned to death
The poor thing bows down without a murmur, without anger.
A smile is visible on faded lips;
She does not hear the gaping of the grave abyss;
The color of his face is still purple.
She is still alive today, gone tomorrow.
It's a sad time! charm of the eyes!
I am pleased with your farewell beauty -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I feel love again for the habits of life:
One by one sleep flies away, one by one hunger comes;
The blood plays easily and joyfully in the heart,
Desires are boiling - I’m happy, young again,
I’m full of life again - that’s my body
(Please forgive me the unnecessary prosaicism).
They lead the horse to me; in the open expanse,
Waving his mane, he carries the rider,
And loudly under his shining hoof
The frozen valley rings and the ice cracks.
But the short day goes out, and in the forgotten fireplace
The fire is burning again - then bright light it's flying,
It smolders slowly - and I read in front of it
Or I harbor long thoughts in my soul.
And I forget the world - and in sweet silence
I'm sweetly lulled to sleep by my imagination,
And poetry awakens in me:
The soul is embarrassed by lyrical excitement,
It trembles and sounds and searches, as in a dream,
To finally pour out with free manifestation -
And then an invisible swarm of guests comes towards me,
Old acquaintances, fruits of my dreams.
And the thoughts in my head are agitated in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask for pen, pen for paper,
A minute - and the poems will flow freely.
So the ship slumbers motionless in the motionless moisture,
But choo! - the sailors suddenly rush and crawl
Up, down - and the sails are inflated, the winds are full;
The mass has moved and is cutting through the waves.
Floating. Where should we sail? . . . .
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Kibereva Elizaveta
One of the topics in the “Listening to Music” lesson was a conversation about the seasons. I especially liked the autumn time of year and, performing homework, I decided to take a closer look at the theme of “Autumn” in painting, literature and music.
Having started work, I discovered that I knew few poems about autumn, was almost unfamiliar with paintings, and only one piece of music came to mind.
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City competition research projects"The Story of a Masterpiece"
Nomination "Musical Art"
Sad time, charm of the eyes.....
Kibireva Elizaveta
1st grade student
vocal department
Supervisor:
Korolkova M.A.
teacher
theoretical disciplines
Nefteyugansk, 2013.
- Introduction. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3
- Main part. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4
- Conclusion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8
- Application. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
Introduction.
In September of this year, I, like many children my age, went to first grade. My long-time dream was to learn to sing and play an instrument, so I entered music school named after Vasily Vasilyevich Andreev and became a student in the vocal department. In addition to vocal lessons, I attend solfeggio and listening to music, learning to play the piano.
One of the topics in the “Listening to Music” lesson was a conversation about the seasons. I especially liked the autumn season and, while doing my homework, I decided to take a closer look at the theme of “Autumn” in painting, literature and music.
Having started work, I discovered that I knew few poems about autumn, was almost unfamiliar with paintings, and only one piece of music came to mind. Then I decided to conduct a survey among my comrades and ask them these questions.
Do you know poems about autumn?
Do you know any paintings about autumn?
Do you know any musical works or songs about autumn?
After the survey, it was concluded that my comrades know very few poems (two out of 14), don’t know paintings at all (not a single positive answer out of 14), and know a little more songs (three out of 14).
Main part.
In autumn, nature becomes quiet, as if preparing for winter sleep, it seems tired, tired. The trees are throwing off their leaves. Birds leave us and fly to warm countries. When you look at this fading autumn nature, you are overcome by different feelings: tenderness, surprise from admiring the beauty, and sadness from saying goodbye to summer, the warmth that the beauty of autumn is leaving. If we compare the time of year with the time of day, then spring is the morning, because everything wakes up and begins to move, summer is the middle of the day, and autumn is twilight, evening, the end of the day.
Autumn can be so different! In early autumn, nature is decorated with a multi-colored outfit. You won’t see any colors and shades! And in late autumn it rains, the leaves fall, everything fabulous beauty nature fades and goes away. It's sad to see bare trees, clouds and puddles.
To paint a picture, the artist has paints, the poets have words, the composer has only sounds. But you can draw beautifully with them, as Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky does. In the melodious melody of Tchaikovsky “Autumn Song” there is a parting with the passing summer, regret about the fading nature. The work is dominated by sad intonations - sighs. The melody brings back memories and nostalgia. In it, a sad autumn landscape and a person’s mood are fused together. Listening to “Autumn Song,” it’s easy to imagine an empty veranda, strewn with withered leaves, and the sounds of a piano coming from afar... This is my favorite work.
S. Yu. Zhukovsky was probably filled with similar feelings when creating his painting “Autumn. Veranda” (Appendix No. 1).
One of the most famous artists Who loved to write autumn so much is Isaac Ilyich Levitan. Autumn was Levitan's favorite time of year, and he dedicated many paintings to it.
Painting " Golden autumn" - one of the best creations of the artist, bright colors, solemn peace create a feeling of the greatness of nature. Looking at the pictures, I just want to exclaim: “It’s a sad time! The charm of the eyes!”, “Lush decay of nature”, “Forests dressed in crimson and gold.” How accurately and aptly Pushkin described his favorite time of year in his famous poems, and the artist depicted autumn, putting a flurry of feelings and experiences into the paintings (Appendix No. 2).
In the picture we see a birch grove in copper-gold autumn decoration. In the depths of the meadow the river is lost, on the left bank of which there are slender white-yellow birch trees and two aspen trees with almost fallen leaves. The ground is covered with yellowing withered grass. And on the right bank of the river there is a row of still green willows, which seem to resist autumn withering. The river surface seems motionless and cold. The autumn day depicted by the artist is full of light.
The same rich autumn decoration appears before us in the painting by V.D. Polenova "Golden Autumn" (Appendix No. 3).
A poem by Sergei Yesenin surprisingly suits this picture:
The golden grove dissuaded
Birch, cheerful language,
And the cranes, sadly flying,
They don’t regret anything anymore...
The mood of this picture is similar to the musical work “Autumn” from the cycle “The Seasons” by A. Vivaldi. Listening to music, we can imagine the following picture: autumn leaves, falling, spinning in a waltz, the sun is shining, the birds, smoothly flapping their wings, fly away to the south.
Both musical works and the painting “Golden Autumn”depict calm autumn weather.
These works impressed me very much and I also wanted to depict autumn, to convey my mood in the drawing, inspired by the melody (Appendix No. 4, No. 5).
But autumn is not only golden with a clear azure sky! Autumn weather can be sad and cheerful, sunny and cloudy, golden and gray.
During vocal lessons, I became acquainted with the song “Autumn” based on the verses of A. Pleshcheev. The scale is minor and the melody returns to the same note. It depicts a picture of autumn weather:
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
This poem is consonant with “Autumn Melody” by A. Rybnikov. The music expresses a melancholy, depressed, sad mood, consonant with the uncomfortable, joyless picture of fading nature. The music is monotonous, plaintive, and even some disturbing notes can be heard. Notes of regret for the passing warmth and beauty.
This is exactly how Isaac Levitan saw autumn in his painting “Autumn” (Appendix No. 6).
And in the film “Autumn” by Stanislav Yulianovich Zhukovsky, real autumn bad weather played out! (Appendix No. 7).
Looking at this uncomfortable landscape, you can hear the sound of the wind, carrying the last wet leaves and gray clouds into the distance, merging with the restless notes of the work “The Storm” by L. V. Beethoven.
Conclusion.
Composers, poets and artists see the nature of autumn in different ways, and convey their impressions in different ways with the help of colors, intonations, comparisons: composers - in music, poets - in poetry, artists - in their paintings.
“Sad time” or “charm of the eyes”... One way or another, autumn has always inspired poets, artists and musicians to create great masterpieces. Such a different autumn: in some works there is a celebration of colors and the triumph of nature, in others there is light sadness, nostalgia, and bad weather.
Autumn is time magical transformation nature, which generously gives the last rays of warmth, preparing to sleep for many months under a fluffy winter blanket.
Autumn is a time of year that leaves no one indifferent. That’s why poets and writers dedicated such wonderful lines to autumn. Artists painted many paintings autumn nature, which are masterpieces and never cease to delight us. With the richness of its colors, autumn attracted the attention of great composers who sang its beauty.
I love autumn, perhaps because I was born in October. Perhaps because “Autumn Song” by P.I. Tchaikovsky is one of the favorite works for me and my mother. I dream of learning to play the piano and performing “Autumn Song” for her one fine October evening...
Application.
Literature.
Autumn (Z. Fedorovskaya)
Autumn was blooming at the edges of the colors,
I quietly ran a brush across the foliage:
The hazel trees turned yellow and the maples glowed,
In the autumn purple there is only green oak.
Autumn consoles:
Don't regret summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!
*** (A. Pushkin)
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside...
Autumn (V. Avdienko)
Autumn walks along the path,
Got my feet wet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light.
Summer is lost somewhere.
Autumn is coming
Autumn is wandering.
Wind from maple leaves
Reset.
There's a new rug under your feet,
Yellow-pink -
Maple.
*** (A. Pleshcheev)
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window;
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!
*** (A.S. Pushkin)
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant threats of gray winter.
Autumn (A.N. Maikov)
There's already a golden leaf covering
Wet soil in the forest...
I boldly trample my foot
The beauty of the spring forest.
Cheeks are burning from the cold:
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack,
Rake the leaves with your feet!
I don’t have the same joys here!
The forest has taken away the secret:
The last nut has been picked
The last flower is plucked;
The moss is not raised, not dug up
A pile of curly milk mushrooms;
Doesn't hang near the stump
Purple of lingonberry clusters;
Lies on the leaves for a long time
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks kind of cold
The clarity of transparent skies...
Autumn (K. Balmont)
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
It only makes my heart sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea,
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often.
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Autumn tales and stories.
I. S. Turgenev Autumn day in a birch grove(excerpt from the story “Date” from the series “Notes of a Hunter”). The action of many of the stories in “Notes of a Hunter” also takes place in the fall.
I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov Short stories about autumn: Autumn,Deciduous Fairy tale, Forest in autumn, Autumn in the forest, The hot summer has flown by, Autumn in Chun.
N. G. Garin-MikhailovskyAutumn Poem in prose.
I. A. Bunin Antonov apples.
K. G. Paustovskyyellow light, PresentA story about autumnBadger nose, Farewell to summer, What types of rains are there?(Excerpt from the story “Golden Rose”),My house, Dictionary of native nature.
V. Sukhomlinsky I want to have my say.
K. D. Ushinsky Stories and tales Autumn.
M. M. Prishvin Poetic miniatures about autumn.
N. I. Sladkov Autumn in the forest, Autumn is on the doorstep, Forest hiding placesSeptember(Autumn is on the threshold, On the great path, Spider, Time, Birds, Squirrel fly agaric, Winged shadow, Owl that was forgotten, Sly dandelion, Friends and comrades, Forest rustles),October(Sewing, Scary Invisible Man,
Pheasant bouquet, Trees creaking, The mystery of the birdhouse, Old acquaintance, Magpie train, Autumn Christmas tree, Stubborn finch, Forest rustles, Magic shelf),November(Why is November piebald? Resort “Icicle”, Powder, Wagtail letters, Desperate hare, Tit stock, Starlings have arrived, Forest rustles).
G. A. Skrebitsky Autumn(Story from the book “Four Artists”).
G. Ya. Snegirev Blueberry jam.
V. G. Suteev Apple.
V. V. Bianki
