Description of autumn in the works of classics. Poems about autumn - the best poems about autumn. The golden grove dissuaded

Galia Abdikhamikyzy-

Russian language teacher SLOD No. 20, Taldykorgan

The theme of autumn in the works of Russian poets.

The writer K. Paustovsky has these wonderful words: “And if I sometimes want to live to be one hundred and twenty years old, it is only because I can fully experience all the charm and all the healing power of our nature. Love for one’s native nature is one of the surest signs of love for one’s country.”

Noteworthy is the revelation of Paustovsky, who wrote that “the world consists of a great variety of combinations of colors and light. And the one who easily and accurately grasps these connections is the happiest person, especially if he is an artist or writer.” All Russian poets who admire and sing about their native nature can be counted among the happy ones.

The singer of nature Mikhail Prishvin never tired of saying that nature and man are one whole. It is very important that every person learns to love and appreciate nature. And life will become immeasurably richer and more interesting for him. He will not be indifferent, heartless. Such a person will find nature beautiful in all seasons.

« Autumn, deep autumn! Gray sky, low, heavy, wet clouds. Gardens, groves and forests become bare and transparent.
The foliage on the old trees has long fallen off, and only young individual birches still retain their withered yellowish leaves.
Evergreen spruce and pine trees stand out brightly through the reddish network of birch branches.
The ground is covered with dry multi-colored leaves: soft and plump in wet weather and hard, brittle in frosty weather.“- nature is so beautiful as described by Russian writers.

Poets teach us to listen to the world of sounds in order to comprehend its beauty. The beauty in nature has always attracted writers. They discovered a world of subtle and luminous poetry in nature. Bird voices, the sound of the wind, the roar of the sea - everything that rings, hums, moans, bursts into whistling and crying - all this serves as a subject for aesthetic exploration and becomes the property of the muses, mainly poetry.

For example, open Yesenin, and you will immediately find yourself in a world of whimsical coloring, play of color tones, colorful variety, and also sonorous. There is a red evening and blue darkness, linden blossoms and country blue, a green evening and red haystacks. You can’t exhaust everything, everything carries a song. Many of Yesenin’s sketches are full of musical sound: “The golden grove dissuaded.... The world of colorful tints and bright visions is reflected in poetry. Poetry is rich due to nature itself. But this is not the dead reflection of alien flowers, but brightly burning gems. They are warmed by the thoughts and feelings of the poet and therefore alive, vibrantly sweet, enchanting. Nature provides the material, but a poet or writer can breathe life into it, charge it with feelings. They put a piece of their soul into this material.” Truly, a diamond comes to life in a diamond under the skillful hand of a lapidary,” wrote Fyodor Khudushin. “I walk through the garden and become interested in each tree. I peer into the foggy distance and am burning with the desire to go to unknown limits, to pass my native land from end to end. I notice how the distances brighten with the approach of spring and the skies fill with blue. At the height of summer, I suddenly discover the first signs of the coming autumn: the day is waning. The heart trembles at the thought of long nights and short days, of bad weather and muddy roads - a truly sad time... However, the loss of light time is compensated by the beauty of the golden attire of the trees. Gardens and forests will burn with fires. It seems like an inopportune time to be despondent!”

The fragrant charm of nature. Who hasn’t sung the praises of their native nature? In the autumn winds we catch the aroma of apples, the healing freshness of mint, and the mushroom spirit beckoning into the distance. Russian nature healed many people with its gentleness, kindness, and beauty. But she also knows how to bewitch, and enchant, and intoxicate.

"In the charm of the Russian landscape

There is genuine joy, but it

Not open to everyone or even

Not every artist can see it,” wrote Nikolai Zabolotsky

The end of October sometimes brings amazing weather. In the morning, dew falls, cold, burning your feet, and in some places even a matinee appears, white, crisp. And then a wonderful panorama opens up to your eyes. Every leaf that fell to the ground, every cobweb stretched here and there, the sandy bank of a narrow river, completely overgrown with dark green vegetation in the summer - everything seemed to be sprinkled with powder.
The sky is clear, and it is such a blue color that you don’t see in the hot summer. In calm weather, the sun begins to warm up, and soon, where the frost crunched underfoot, scatterings of large dew, like selected diamonds, appear. The web sprinkled with dew is especially beautiful.Isn't this a magical kingdom? Stop in front of this marvelous picture and reward yourself with a fabulous spectacle.Majestic golden autumn. The air is clean and transparent. You can see the wide open space. The horizon is slightly shrouded in a purple haze.

The forest, like a painted tower, lilac, gold, crimson, stands like a cheerful motley wall above a bright clearing,” “A golden leaf is already covering the wet ground in the forest...”, “It’s a sad time! Ouch charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - I love the lush withering of nature, the forests dressed in crimson and gold...”, “The lingonberries are ripening, the days have become colder, and from the bird’s cry in the heartonly sadder..." "Autumn, autumn... The sun became damp in the clouds. Even at noon it shines dimly and timidly,” “In the autumn garden by the path...”, “In November the yard is very empty..”, In the original autumn...”, “The whole forest is still green...”. “Bright yellow foliage rustled at the edge of the forest”.

There is in the initial autumn

A short but wonderful time -

The whole day is like crystal,

And the evenings are radiant...

Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,

Now everything is empty, there is space everywhere.

Only a web of thin hair

Glistens on the idle furrow.

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,

But the first winter storms are still far away.

And pure and warm azure flows

To a resting field.

F. Tyutchev. Autumn

Autumn weaves gold into the curls of birch trees, scatters whitish clouds of fog across the clearings, and drives silver threads of cobwebs through the copses. A chilly gusty wind, like a sorcerer, covers clearings and forest clearings with a motley carpet of torn leaves.

Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling,

Yellow leaves are flying in the wind;

They only show off in the distance, there at the bottom of the valleys,

Brushes of bright red withering rowan...

(A. Tolstoy)

Poets have called September the evening of the year. Asters are blooming in the gardens, lush dahlias are drooping. Carts with tight heads of cabbage and ripe vegetables are pulled from the fields.

And here it is September! And the evening of the year is upon us

Fits. To the fields and mountains

It's already freezing in the morning

Its silvery patterns.

(E. Baratynsky)

August - asters,

August - stars

August - grapes

Grapes and rowan

Rusty August!

Full-bodied, supportive

With your imperial apple,

You play like a child, August.

Like a palm, you stroke your heart

In its imperial name:

August - Heart!

The month of late kisses

Late roses and late lightning!

Showers of stars -

The month of August

Showers of stars!

M. Tsvetaeva

Clear days are permeated with the aroma of late flowers and apples. And although the fields have already been mown, the good smell of bread lingers for a long time.

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,

Water causes fog and dampness.

Wheel behind the blue mountains

The sun went down quietly.

The dug-up road sleeps.

Today she dreamed

Which is very, very little

All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...

S. Yesenin

The last days of September are filled with the sounds of departing geese and cranes.

Late fall. The rooks have flown away

The forest is bare, the fields are empty,

Only one strip is not compressed...

She makes me sad.

N. Nekrasov

How greedily the birds rush to the south

Through the falling leaves, through the cold.

To drink your fill of the sun

And in a foreign land you will be convinced

That the Motherland will not repeat itself

Not with anything,

Nowhere

And never...

V.Molodyakov.

Autumn has come and taken over the land. Everything immediately became autumn. Tits were fussing about in the garden. Their scream was like the sound of breaking glass. They hung upside down on the branches and looked out the window from under the maple leaves.

Every morning, migratory birds gathered in the garden, as if on an island. There was a commotion in the branches accompanied by whistling, screaming and croaking. Only during the day was it quiet in the garden: restless birds were flying south.

The leaves have begun to fall. Leaves fell day and night. They either flew obliquely in the wind, or lay vertically in the damp grass.The forests were drizzling with a rain of flying leaves.

Well, how can you not exclaim here: “What beauty! How delightful evening in Russia!"

Autumn

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.

A. Pushkin

October is the month of leaf fall. Orange, brown, red, yellow leaves fall to the ground. How the living rustle underfoot. Birch has the longest period of leaf fall: it lasts two months. And how wonderful is a bouquet of autumn leaves!

In October, between the tedious autumn rains, clear skies shine.

In the north at the end of October the trees stand bare and quiet. The fields are empty. Real autumn has arrived - rainy and cold.

The forest is like a painted tower,

Lilac, gold, crimson,

A cheerful, motley wall

Stands 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

Enters his motley mansion.

I. Severyanin

All summer the leaves exposed their palms to the sun. They were soaked in the sun. By autumn the leaves turned golden. A drop of water hit the leaf. The leaf fell. The tit sat on a tree. Leaves splashed in all directions. The wind swirled the leaves. There was a golden shower. How beautiful it is in the forest in autumn. Have you seen the golden shower?

« Three autumns» A. Akhmatova:

Summer smiles are simply incomprehensible to me,
And I won’t find any secrets in winter,
But I observed almost without error
Three autumns every year.

in autumn

When the end-to-end web

Spreads threads of clear days

And under the villager's window

The distant gospel is heard more clearly.

We're not sad, scared again

The breath of near winter,

We understand more clearly.

Afanasy Fet

Autumn sun

I love the autumn sun when

Making your way between clouds and fogs,

It casts a pale dead ray

On a tree swayed by the wind,

And on the damp steppe. I love the sun....

Mikhail Lermontov

Autumn

Autumn has come; bad weather

Rushing in clouds from the seas;

The face of nature is gloomy.

The sight of naked fields is not cheerful;

The forests are dressed in blue darkness,

Fog walks over the earth

And darkens the light of the eyes.

Everything is dying, growing cold;

The distant space turned black;

White day frowned;

The rains poured incessantly;

They moved in with people as neighbors

Longing and sleep, melancholy and laziness.

Alexey Koltsov

Autumn leaves swirl in the wind...

Autumn leaves swirl in the wind.

Autumn leaves cry out in alarm:

“Everything is dying, everything is dying! You are black and naked

O our dear forest, your end has come!”

Their royal forest does not hear the alarm.

Under the dark azure of harsh skies

Powerful dreams swaddled him.

And the strength for a new spring matures in him.

Apollo Maykov

The hills turned red...

The hills turned red.

Scorched by the heat,

And the cliffs of the ridges are so close.

On the wall of our mud hut

The wreath of flowers no longer smells.

From cherished dried flowers.

The sea is still lost in its brilliance,

Drowning in sunny light dust:

Why is the sail bowing so sadly?

White sail in the distance?

You will forget me far away

Ivan Bunin

Autumn

Autumn! The sky is cloudy

The wind is noisy.

Nature is boring

He looks everywhere.

The flowers have faded;

Trees are bare:

The gardens have died down

Sad are the valleys.

And you can't hear the birds

Everyone flew away.

For the last time in spring

They sang a song.

Autumn! The sky is cloudy.

The rain is pouring down

Sad, boring

Time is running.

Sergey Yesenin

Poets wrote about every autumn month.

The forest has crumbled its peaks.

The garden revealed its brow.

September has come...

Afanasy Fet

October has already arrived -

The grove is already shaking off

Latest sheets

From its naked branches;

The autumn chill blew in

The road is freezing.

The stream runs babbling behind the mill.

Alexander Pushkin

The sky was already breathing in autumn,

The sun shone less often,

The day was getting shorter.

Mysterious forest canopy

With sad noise she exposed herself.

Fog lay over the fields,

Noisy caravan of geese

Stretched to the south: approaching

Quite a boring time;

It was already November outside the yard.

Alexander Pushkin

Tasks:

Find comparisons in the text and underline them, find expressive means.

What period of autumn is described ingivenpoem?
– What is the name of mid-autumn?
– What lines of the poem tell us that this is a golden autumn?
– Choose an illustration for this poem?
- By what signs do we know that it is mid-autumn?

Identify the author of the poetic lines.

“The forest, like a painted tower, lilac, gold, crimson, stands like a cheerful motley wall above a bright clearing”, “A golden leaf is already covering the damp earth in the forest...”, “Sad time! Ouch charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - I love the lush withering of nature, the forests dressed in crimson and gold...”, “The lingonberries are ripening, the days have become colder, and from the bird’s cry in the heartonly sadder..."“Autumn, autumn... The sun has become damp in the clouds. Even at noon it shines dimly and timidly,” “In the autumn garden by the path...”, “In November the yard is very empty..”, In the original autumn...”, “The whole forest is still green...”. “Bright yellow foliage rustled at the edge of the forest”)

Define space in a literary text.

External and open:

Internal and closed:

Dynamic: (in motion)

Geographical:

Simulation algorithm:

Marking up literary text.

Collecting information from the text:

Tasks: underline the nouns, verbs, adjectives in the text that name, denote space, movement in space.

The colder and more hopeless the darkness outside, the more comfortable the warm soft light in the apartment seems. And if summer is the time to run away from home towards unfulfilled dreams, then autumn is the time to return. Al Quotion

Autumn is the most philosophical time of the year. Looking at how the world outside the window for a short period turns into motley and bright, and then into endless gray, you inevitably think about the eternal. This is the time when we begin to appreciate every sunny day and try to absorb as much light and colors from nature as possible, because there is a long and cold winter ahead.

Almost every Russian poet has a poem about autumn, in which they sang the beauty of golden foliage, the romance of rainy weather and the invigorating power of coolness. Poems about autumn “swirl” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “are replete with” epithets-leaves... We have chosen the 5 best poems about autumn, in which you can feel the breath of autumn and remember your school years:

1. Fyodor Tyutchev

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

2. Alexander Pushkin

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,
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.

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).

3. Nikolay Nekrasov

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on a chilly 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.

Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -

Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

4. Ivan Bunin

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Stands 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
Enters his motley mansion...

5. Fyodor Tyutchev

There are in the brightness of autumn evenings
Touching, mysterious charm:
The ominous shine and diversity of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Misty and quiet azure
Over the sad orphaned land,
And, like a premonition of descending storms,
Gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and everything
That gentle smile of fading,
What in a rational being we call
Divine modesty of suffering.

That's all true, but is this a reason not to love autumn - after all, it has a special charm. It is not for nothing that Russian poets, from Pushkin to Pasternak, so often wrote about autumn, praising the beauty of golden foliage, the romance of rainy, foggy weather, and the invigorating power of cool air. AiF.ru has collected the best poems about autumn.

Alexander Pushkin

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 threats of gray winter.
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).

State Museum-Reserve of A. S. Pushkin “Mikhailovskoye”. Pskov region. Photo: www.russianlook.com

Nikolay Nekrasov

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on a chilly 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.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -
Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

Photo: Shutterstock.com / S.Borisov

Konstantin Balmont

And again autumn with the charm of rusty leaves,
Ruddy, scarlet, yellow, gold,
The silent blue of lakes, their thick waters,
The agile whistle and takeoff of tits in the oak forests.
Camel piles of majestic clouds,
The faded azure of the cast skies,
All around, the dimension of steep features,
The ascended vault, at night in starry glory.
Who's dreaming emerald blue
Drunk in the summer hour, sad at night.
The whole past appears before him with his own eyes.
The surf beats quietly in the Milky Stream.
And I freeze, falling to the center,
Through the darkness of separation, my love, from you.

Fyodor Tyutchev

Afanasy Fet

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Sergey Yesenin

Quietly in the juniper thicket along the cliff.
Autumn, a red mare, scratches her mane.
Above the river bank cover
The blue clang of her horseshoes is heard.
The schema-monk-wind steps cautiously
Crumples leaves over road ledges
And kisses on the rowan bush
Red ulcers for the invisible Christ.

Painting "Golden Autumn". Ilya Ostroukhov, 1886-1887 Oil on canvas. Photo: www.russianlook.com

Ivan Bunin

The autumn wind rises in the forests,
It moves noisily through the thicket,
Dead leaves are torn off and having fun
Carries in a mad dance.
He will just freeze, fall down and listen,
Will wave again, and behind him
The forest will hum, tremble - and they will fall
Leaves rain golden.
Blows like winter, frosty blizzards,
Clouds are floating in the sky...
Let everything that is dead and weak perish
And return to dust!
Winter blizzards are the forerunners of spring,
Winter blizzards must
Bury under the cold snow
Dead by the time spring arrives.
In the dark autumn the earth takes refuge
Yellow foliage, and under it
Vegetation of shoots and herbs slumbers,
Juice of life-giving roots.
Life begins in mysterious darkness.
Its joy and destruction
Serve the imperishable and unchangeable -
The eternal beauty of Being!

Painting “On the veranda. Autumn". Stanislav Zhukovsky. 1911 Photo: www.russianlook.com

Boris Pasternak

Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried Land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.

Shamina Anastasia

The research project “Autumn motives in the works of Russian poets and writers” was created by a 4th grade student, Shamina Anastasia. The purpose of the project: to study the works of Russian poets and writers who addressed the theme of autumn in their works. Research methods: search, survey, experiment.

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Research project “Autumn motifs in the works of Russian poets and writers” Completed by: student of grade 4 “b”, Municipal Educational Institution “Gymnasium No. 17” Anastasia Shamina Supervisor: Yulia Aleksandrovna Baukina

INTRODUCTION Writers and poets have always been attracted to their native nature. She is dear to every poet and writer for her immediate life.

In the project I would like to touch upon only a small part of the whole variety of poetic descriptions of nature, namely the transition period of summer into winter - the “golden” autumn.

The goal of the project: to study the work of Russian poets and writers who addressed the theme of autumn in their works.

Project objectives: - get acquainted with the features and means of depicting native nature in autumn in poetry and prose. - conduct a survey of students - conduct experiments, - try to create something new in poems about nature on the theme of autumn.

Research methods: search; - analysis and generalization of what has been studied; - survey of students; - experiment.

Sample survey among 3rd and 4th grade students. Question: Name three of your favorite Russian writers and poets who wrote about nature in the autumn.

Questionnaire of 3rd grades - 18 students Questionnaire of 4th grades - 25 students Conclusion: the most famous and read poets and writers who wrote about autumn are A.S. Pushkin, F.M. Tyutchev, A.A. Fet, S.A. Yesenin.

Studying sources of information, collecting material

The legacy of Russian and Soviet writers who glorified their native nature. (Features, language of presentation and artistic means used in describing native nature in autumn)

A.S. Pushkin Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin always looked forward to autumn, which he loved with all his soul. For Pushkin this was the most fruitful time of the year. Even the most dull pictures of autumn evoked inspiration. "It's a sad time! Ouch charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - I love the lush decay of nature, forests dressed in crimson and gold...”

“crimson”, “gold”, “farewell beauty”, “the charm of the eyes” - these chic epithets and metaphors emphasize how dear autumn is to the poet, he is ready to find the most excellent expressions.

Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet accurately describes the smallest details of nature in autumn. Associativity is Fet’s signature style. “The forest has shed its peaks, the Garden has exposed its brow, September has breathed, and the dahlias have been scorched by the breath of the night...”

Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. He is called the “old man of the woods” of Russian literature. Prishvin's short stories about the nature of the autumn season in the form of notes convey the mood of romance and pleasant sadness that hovers in nature in the fall. “Autumn dew” Overshadowed. Flies are knocking on the ceiling. The sparrows are herding. Forty families graze on the roads. The ridges are cold and grey. Another dewdrop in the axil of a leaf sparkles all day.

Comparative analysis “What mood prevails in each autumn month?” Name Mood Colors September Cheerful. Admiration for the splendor of nature's withering Yellow, red, orange October Sadness from nature's immersion in sleep. Brown, yellow November The joy of waiting for a snow-white winter with its delights. Grey, white, brown

Experiment No. 1. On the subject of interchangeability of words and phrases in poems about autumn nature by famous poets. 1. The sky was already breathing in autumn, The sun was shining less often, The day was getting shorter, The mysterious canopy of the forests was exposed with a sad noise (A.S. Pushkin) (replacement) It was already autumn again, And the sun was sparkling less and less, The day was getting shorter, The mysterious canopy of the forests With a farewell noise she exposed herself

2. In the original autumn there is a short, but wonderful time - The whole day is as if crystal, And the evenings are radiant... (F.I. Tyutchev) (replacement) There is in the sad autumn a short, but glorious time - The whole day is as if crystal, From the gilding of the evening...

Conclusion: I made several attempts to replace words and metaphors in the classic poems about nature and tried to write new poems. As a result, I got quite satisfactory quatrains about autumn. Of course, achieving an accurate hit, or at least not making it much worse, is a practically impossible task, as I was convinced of.

Experiment No. 2. Autumn. Our entire poor garden is crumbling. Leaves, yellowed, fly in the wind (A. Tolstoy) The air is empty, Birds are no longer heard (F. Tyutchev) Flocks of birds fly away across the blue sea (K. Balmont) And the garden darkens like an oak tree Like a reflection of the old past (F. Tyutchev) And The voice of the lived summer We understand more clearly (A. Fet) And Autumn, a quiet widow, Enters her motley mansion. (I. Bunin)

Autumn. Our entire poor garden is crumbling. Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind. The air is empty, Birds are no longer heard, Flocks of birds fly away across the blue sea. And the garden darkens like oak trees, like a reflection of the old past. And we understand the voice of the summer we lived through more clearly. And Autumn, a quiet widow, enters her colorful mansion. "Autumn motives"

Conclusion: The resulting poem has a good rhythm, the rhyme is preserved. The lines of one master of artistic expression in no way spoiled the lines of another. It turned out colorful and expressive.

A test of strength in poetry The trees are tired of their crowns over the summer, A heavy dress is put on the branches. But then September comes, well done, The foliage is falling off, the heat is over. In the morning there is still warmth from the earth, Fog on the water, cranes in the sky. This picture looks like a fairy tale, and I pick up brushes and paint. I love watching the autumn season, wandering through the forests along an unfamiliar path. What a pity that it ends quickly, But there is no eternal, and life goes on. (A. A. Shamina)

Conclusions: While studying the work of Russian poets and writers about nature in the autumn period, I noted the following characteristic features: colorfulness, imagery, expressiveness, associativity. Having carried out a comparative analysis of works about each autumn month, we can say that autumn evokes not only sadness and sadness, but also a joyful, cheerful mood. 3. Search and research work enriches the aesthetic experience and develops artistic taste.

Thank you for your attention!

Lyudmila Shmakova
Lesson for senior preschool children “Autumn in the works of Russian composers, poets, artists”

Subject:

Autumn in the works of Russian composers, poets and artists.

Target: To cultivate a love for native nature, to develop an aesthetic perception of the surrounding reality and works of art, to introduce the work of Russian poets and writers. composers

Tasks:

Teach to perceive the works of poets and composers as a reflection of reality

Develop interest and love for Russian folk culture

Develop a sense of belonging, understanding the feelings of the authors of works, musical, literary and artistic

Encourage careful listening and perception of music

Educator:

What time of year is it now? What can you say about autumn, do you like it? (children's answers)

Indeed, autumn seems dull and boring to many. Well, yes, the sun is not so warm anymore, it rains often...

And yet, it is impossible not to admit that autumn is very diverse and multifaceted.

Today we will try to look at autumn through the eyes of poets, artists and composers who glorified this time of year in their works.

Guys, what phenomenon do you think characterizes autumn most clearly? (children's answers)

That's right - leaf fall...

So today we will be in a whirlwind of falling leaves, falling leaves of mood, falling leaves of emotions, falling leaves of discoveries.

Reflection.

Choose autumn leaves depending on your mood, red ones - you love autumn, yellow ones - you don’t. (The guys attach leaves to whatman paper “Autumn Mood”).

DDT's song "Autumn" is playing. (Slide 3)

Educator

Autumn, with its unique colors, is the most favorable time for creativity and has always inspired and continues to inspire artists, composers, poets, and writers to create beautiful works.

This time of year in their works is multifaceted and very colorful. Autumn attracted the attention of the great Russian composer with the richness of its colors. Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, who in 1876 wrote the music album "Seasons". In Tchaikovsky's melodious melody one can clearly hear the sadness of parting with the passing summer, regret for the fading nature. (Slide 4).

Autumn is a time of year that leaves no one indifferent. That’s why poets and writers dedicated such wonderful lines to autumn.

Reading poems about autumn by children.

A. S. Pushkin.

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,

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.

Alexey 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.

Sergey Yesenin

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,

Water causes fog and dampness.

Wheel behind the blue mountains

The sun went down quietly.

The dug-up road sleeps.

Today she dreamed

Which is very, very little

We have to wait for the gray winter.

The romance “The golden grove dissuaded...” sounds.

Educator. One of the most famous artists who loved to paint autumn is Isaac Ilyich Levitan(1860-1900). ( slide 7)

Autumn was Levitan's favorite time of year, and he dedicated more than a hundred of his paintings to it.

Reproductions of paintings. (slide 8)

The painting “Golden Autumn” is one of the artist’s best creations. (slide 9) A modest river, more like a stream, runs under a low hill. And on it there is a group of birch trees, shimmering gold in the cool rays of the sun. This thoughtful simplicity is surprisingly sweet for a Russian person. Bright colors and solemn peace create a feeling of the greatness of nature. Looking at all these 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.

An autumn landscape with the same name was presented to fans of painting by another outstanding master of the brush - Polenov. (slide 9) His “Golden Autumn” also captured a river and a grove of green, orange and yellow trees. (slide 10) White-trunked birches are covered with gold. There are light clouds in the sky. A narrow path winds in the foreground; it follows the bending line of the river. Polenov’s autumn landscape is filled with air, an immense space that opens before our eyes. Here are other paintings by this master that reflect autumn.

Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin painted many paintings of the autumn forest, which are masterpieces and never cease to delight us. (slide 11-12)

Look at the paintings of Russian artists “Golden Autumn” (slides 13-14).

An excerpt from P. I. Tchaikovsky’s composition “The Seasons” “Autumn Song” is played.

Educator

Why do you think there are so many paintings with the title “Golden Autumn”? Each season has its own signs and characteristics, and autumn too. Let's remember them. (children's answers)

Educator. Everyone is familiar with Pushkin’s unique lines about autumn, his favorite season. How much light sadness and philosophical depth they contain! The poet endows the time of “eyes of enchantment” with the properties of a living creature that can be sad and breathe. The poet devoted most of his work to autumn, revealing to us, the readers, the extraordinary poetry of this time of year. Everyone has their own autumn. Every autumn landscape - picturesque, poetic or musical - is, first of all, the soul of a person, his perception of the world around him. The artist reveals his feelings and impressions of autumn nature. But, thanks to his talent, he knows how to find consonance with his feelings in the hearts of viewers, readers or listeners. And ordinary autumn becomes an artistic phenomenon for us. Poems, painting and music help us discover the beauty of our native land, encourage us to protect all living things, and teach us to understand the language of nature. The world of art is a great miracle. But it will not be revealed immediately and not to everyone, but only to an intelligent and kind person, sensitive and attentive. Try to become like that!

Reflection. Choose autumn leaves depending on your mood after what you saw and heard, red - you love autumn, yellow - you don’t.

(The guys attach leaves to whatman paper “Autumn Mood”).

Materials used and Internet resources

http://allforchildren.ru/pictures/art_autumn.php