The main motives of feta lyrics, table with examples. The main motives of A. A. Fet’s creativity The purpose of the lesson: to reveal the main themes and motives of Fet’s lyrics. The work was carried out by a teacher of Russian language and literature at the Moscow Educational Institution. Ministry of Secondary and Special Education

In the person of Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet, two completely different people amazingly collided: a rugged, extremely seasoned, experienced practitioner and an inspired, tireless, literally until his last breath (and he died at the age of 72 years) singer of beauty and love. Fet was the son of an insignificant German official, and for a small bribe he was recorded as the son of an Oryol landowner, Shenshin, who took his mother away from his father. However, the untruth came to light, and for many years the poet experienced what it was like to be an illegitimate child.

The primary thing he lost was his status as a noble son. Fet sought to “curately” to the nobility, but 13 years of military and guards service did not produce a positive result. And he decided to marry an old and wealthy woman for convenience and became a heartless and stingy rural owner-exploiter. Fet never had any compassion or sympathy for revolutionaries, as well as liberals, and in order to achieve the coveted nobility, long time loudly demonstrated his personal loyal feelings. And only when Fet was already 53 years old, Alexander II imposed an approving resolution on the poet’s request. It got to the point of comical: if the thirty-year-old Pushkin found it an insult when the tsar awarded him the rank of chamber cadet (this is a court rank usually given to young people under 20 years of age), then this Russian lyricist deliberately obtained the rank of chamber cadet for himself only at the age of 70.

And at the same time, Fet wrote divine poetry. Here is a poem from 1888:

Half-destroyed, half-tenant of the grave,

Why do you sing to us about the mysteries of love?

Why, where can’t the forces take you,

Like a daring young man, are you the only one calling us?

I languish and sing. You listen and are thrilled;

Your young spirit lives in the melodies of the elderly.

The old gypsy woman is still singing.

That is, literally two people lived in one shell. But what strength of feeling, the power of poetry, what a passionate, youthful attitude towards beauty, towards love!

Fet's poetry was a short-lived success among his contemporaries in the 40s, but in the 70s and 80s it was a very intimate success, by no means widespread. But Fet was familiar to the masses, although they did not always know that the popular romances they sang (including gypsy songs) were based on Fet’s words. “Oh, for a long time I will be a secret in the silence of the night...”, “What happiness! And the night and we are alone...”, “The night was shining. The garden was full of the moon...”, “For a long time there has been little joy in love.. .”, “In the Invisible Haze” and, of course, “I won’t tell you anything...” and “At dawn, don’t wake her up...” - these are just some of Fet’s poems, set to music by different composers.

Fet's lyrics are thematically extremely poor: the beauty of nature and women's love - that's the whole theme. But what enormous power Fet achieves within these narrow limits. Here is a poem from 1883:

Only in the world is there something shady

Dormant maple tent.

Only in the world is there something radiant

A childish, pensive look.

Only in the world is there something fragrant

Sweet headdress.

Only in the world is there this pure

Parting to the left.

It is difficult to call his lyrics philosophical. The poet’s world is very narrow, but how beautiful it is, full of grace. The dirt of life, the prose and evil of life never penetrated his poetry. Is he right about this? Apparently, yes, if you see poetry as “pure art”. Beauty should be the main thing in it.

Fet’s nature lyrics are brilliant: “I came to you with greetings...”, “Whisper. Timid breathing...”, “What sadness! The end of the alley...”, “This morning, this joy...”, “ I’m waiting, overwhelmed with anxiety..." and many other lyrical miniatures. They are diverse, different, each is a unique masterpiece. But there is something in common: in all of them, Fet affirms the unity, the identity of the life of nature and the life of the human soul. And you can’t help but wonder: where is the source, where does this beauty come from? Is this the creation of the Heavenly Father? Or is the source of all this the poet himself, his ability to see, his bright soul open to beauty, every moment ready to glorify the surrounding beauty? In his poetry of nature, Fet acts as an anti-nihilist: if for Turgenev’s Bazarov “nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man is a worker in it,” then for Fet nature is the only temple, a temple, first of all, of love, and secondly, a temple for inspiration , tenderness and prayers to beauty.

If for Pushkin love was a manifestation of the highest fullness of life, then for Fet love is the only content of human existence, the only faith. With him, nature itself loves - not with man, but instead of him ("In the Invisible Haze").

At the same time, Fet considers the human soul to be a particle of heavenly fire, a divine spark (“Not that, Lord, mighty, incomprehensible...”), sent down to man for revelations, daring, inspiration (“Swallows”, “Learn from them - from the oak , by the birch...").

Fet's late poems, from the 80s to the 90s, are amazing. A decrepit old man in life, in poetry he turns into a hot young man, all of whose thoughts are about one thing - about love, about the exuberance of life, about the thrill of youth (“No, I haven’t changed...”, “He wanted my madness...” , "Love me! As soon as your humble...", "I still love, I still yearn...").

If we take the poem “I won’t tell you anything...”, which expresses reflection on the impossibility of conveying in words the life of the soul, the sophistication of feeling. As a result, a romantic date, as if invariably, in a world of lush nature, is revealed by silence: “I won’t tell you anything...”. The next line seems to clarify: “I won’t alarm you in the least.” But, as other verses confirm, his love, perhaps, will deprive him of peace and confuse the pure soul of the chosen one with its “languorings” and even “tremblings.” However, there is another interpretation, it is in the last line of the second stanza: his “heart blooms,” similar to the night flowers that are mentioned at the very beginning of the stanza. “I am trembling” - whether from the coolness of the night, or from some spiritual heart factors. And that’s why the end of the poem mirrors the beginning: “I won’t alarm you at all, I won’t tell you anything.” This poem attracts with the subtlety and grace of the feelings shown and the ease, discreet simplicity of the verbal expression.

In Fet's poems, contemporaries “read” human revelations and secrets. In Fet they saw a poet who “dares to look into the depths of the soul.” According to V. Bryusov, Fet glorified the greatness of man: “No matter what great claims poetry expresses, it could not do more than express the human soul.” The poet really composed enthusiastic hymns of personality.

Two worlds have ruled for centuries,

Two equal beings:

One envelops a man,

The other is my soul and thought...

The fates of the poets are largely similar. For them, poetry is not a profession, not an everyday matter, but a need to express in words their innermost thoughts about the “eternal problems” of human existence. Fet entered literature victoriously. The freshness, harmony, and enchanting beauty of his poems immediately captivated his contemporaries. He did not pose the burning questions of the century and said that Fet’s poems “fell like beneficial dew on the souls of the younger generation.”

Fet showed the charm and beauty of the world. The discovery of beauty is the greatest achievement of humanity. The feeling of beauty gave freedom and elevated the spirit. The bodily and spiritual joy of life, the fullness of feelings, delight in God’s world - this is the element of Fetov’s lyrics. In the most everyday Everyday life the poet finds something mysteriously beautiful and knows how to convey this feeling to us:

In my hand - what a miracle! -

Your hand

And on the grass there are two emeralds -

Two fireflies.

Delight and intoxication with the beauty of the world is expressed in the frequent exclamatory beginnings of Fetov’s poems. But there are moments when a person loses all his strength, hope changes, faith wavers. And only beauty, as a healing source, can revive us:

Thanks to life! May it be by the will of fate

Tormented, deeply offended,

The soul is sometimes immersed in sleep, -

But only spiritual beauty will touch

Tired eyes - the immortal will wake up

And it will vibrate sonorously, like a string.

If we compare his landscape sketches with the paintings of the Impressionists, we will find a lot in common: the same desire of the artist to show the ordinary and unusual and the same subjectivity of worldview and form of expression. Fet's poetry is dominated by light, cheerful tones. The poet sees in nature what others have not noticed: he reveres the birch tree, admires the snow, listens to the silence.

Love and nature are A. Fet’s favorite themes. The discreet beauty of Russian nature is reflected in poetry in a unique way. Fet notices its elusive transitional states: like a landscape artist, he “paints” with words, finding more and more new shades and sounds.

For the poet, nature is a source of joy, philosophical optimism and unexpected discoveries:

What a night! What bliss there is in everything!

Thank you, dear midnight land!

From the kingdom of ice, from the kingdom of blizzards and snow

How fresh and clean your May leaves!

If we compare his landscape sketches with the paintings of the Impressionists, we will find a lot in common: the same desire of the artist to show the ordinary and unusual and the same subjectivity of worldview and forms of expression. Fet's colors are dominated by light, cheerful tones. The poet sees in nature what others have not noticed: he reveres the sad birch tree, admires the snow, listens to the silence.

In the 50s, Fet's romantic poetics was formed, in which the poet reflected on the connection between man and nature. Dissolving in nature, the hero Fet gains the ability to see beautiful soul nature. This happiness is a feeling of unity with nature:

Night flowers sleep all day long,

But only the sun will set behind the grove

The leaves are quietly opening,

And I hear my heart bloom.

The blossoming of the heart is a symbol of spiritual connection with nature. The characteristic state of the hero Fet is a state of aesthetic enthusiasm. Nature helps solve riddles, mysteries of human existence. Through nature, Fet comprehends the subtlest psychological truth about man. Man looks into nature and learns his laws and possibilities. Nature is man's wise adviser and his best mentor. Fetov's nature with soul - in its humanization he knows no equal.

Oh yes, the rock is silent; but really

You think: not at all

All the storms to her, all the showers and snowstorms

Don't they tear your chest?

Psychologically rich elements of the landscape are often expressed in poetry

Feta into whole pictures of expanded personification. Now the day is fading, and the last rays of dawn say this:

As if sensing a double life

And she is doubly fanned, -

And they feel their native land,

And they ask for the sky.

Many beautiful poetic lines about rain have been written by different poets of the world; Fet paints a very heartfelt and endlessly touching picture:

A cloud is reaching home,

Just to cry over her.

The uniqueness of Fet’s psychological landscape lies in the fact that natural phenomena are presented not only in parallel with human feelings and thoughts, but are fused with them.

Fet’s poems about love were sublime and wise in Pushkin’s way. Many of them became romances. Almost all poems about love are written in the first person, in the form of a monologue, as a memory of love left in the past:

Really, stunned,

Seeing nothing around

Risen, removed by the blizzard,

Am I knocking at your heart?..

Fet's love poems open up a new facet of relationships between lovers - life and death are determined by the possibility or impossibility of existing simultaneously with a crowd of ordinary people. The judgment of the surrounding world, envy, intrigue for Fet are the worst things that fate has in store. Fet admires his loved ones, repeating that the light that burst into their happiness did not win strong personality. Having lost his beloved woman, he remembers her for many years, creating an ideal image. Lyrical hero Feta mourns the loss, but hopes that after death he will be united with her:

That grass that is far away on your grave.

Here, in my heart, she

The older it is, the fresher it is.

Most of love lyrics Feta has a pronounced musical character. He often emphasized the need for musical sound in lyrics. It is oriented towards romance, created in the tradition of romance and is perceived in line with this tradition.

In the middle of the 19th century, Fet began what later came to be called associative poetry. Syncretism is one of Fet’s main innovations. The unity, the indivisibility of diverse characteristics in one image, the transition of the spatial plane into the temporal one and their instant merging were achieved through unprecedented fusions. By shifting semantic plans and emancipating the word, Fet opened up new associative possibilities for Russian poetry.

Everything around is tired: the color of the sky is tired too...

Fet loved to convey transitional states, elusive movements, light and shade, play of colors, feelings and moods. The details of the natural and human world interpenetrate, pain and delight are inseparable from each other. The integrity of associative images presupposes a focus on the rapidity of the reader’s perception and imagination.

The forest has crumbled its peaks,

The garden exposed its brow,

September has died, and dahlias

The breath of the night burned.

In his desire to figuratively capture the moving and changeable world, Fet foreshadows a special direction in art that arose in the late 19th - early 20th centuries and was called impressionism. This is another feature of his innovative poetics.

Two drops splashed onto the glass,

The linden trees smell of fragrant honey,

And something came to the garden,

Drumming on fresh leaves.

In his best moments (he) came out -

goes beyond the limits specified by poetry,

and boldly takes a step into our area.

PI. Tchaikovsky about A.A. Fete

Fet is still debated to this day. The assessment of his poems is surprisingly contradictory. Some enthusiastically call him “a spy of nature.” Others condescendingly classify him as a poet preaching “pure art” because his poetry was not connected with public life. They say that Pisarev suggested covering walls with his poems instead of wallpaper. Nevertheless, romances based on Fet’s poems, according to Saltykov-Shchedrin, were sung by “almost all of Russia.” They are still sung today: “At dawn, don’t wake her up...”, “Oh, for a long time I will be...”.

The content of Feto's lyrics can easily be expressed in three words: nature - love - creativity, and even more specifically; I will use the thought of one modern literary critic: “Nature, felt by a loving heart, where nature is both the landscape itself and the nature of the human soul.” It just so happens that any of his poems about nature are simultaneously about love and creativity.

Fet's lyrics - I'll take the poem “I repeated: “When I will...”” as an example - are distinguished by their special rhythm and musicality. This is how the poet was made, that he saw the world through music, through the melodies of the heart. And in this melody, in these musical intonations, the picturesque images and aphoristic thoughts of the lyricist acquired special power. Fet achieved musicality in many ways. IN in this case he uses the technique of a sharp change in rhythm:

I repeated: “When I

Rich, rich!

For your emerald earrings -

What an outfit!”

Fet's lyrics are the poetry of a man peering into himself. The poetry of a person peering into the natural world exclusively around him - and no further. He doesn’t invent anything, he simply shares with me, the reader, his feelings, sensations, impressions, thoughts, experiences, emotional movements, one might say, he confesses.

Admiring you every day,

I waited - but you -

You greeted the whole winter with anger

My dreams.

And only this May evening

I live like this

It's like a heavenly dream

Us in reality.

Yes, it was not in vain that he was ranked among the poets preaching “pure art,” that is, not connected with social life and struggle, with the living interests of our time, he was such. And in general, he avoided even direct autobiography in his lyrics, which is characteristic of other poets. And if we judge the themes of his poems, then, I repeat, he managed to place the space of his lyrics within the boundaries of the usual triangle: nature - love - creativity.

However, to be precise, Fet’s lyrics, literary scholars admit, do not lend themselves to thematic and genre classification. Although the author himself called his poems sometimes elegies, sometimes thoughts, sometimes melodies, sometimes messages, sometimes dedications, sometimes poems for the occasion. This was the kind of lyricism: in manner and style it was inarticulately fluent and elusively indefinite. But it cannot be said that she was about nothing.

The poet was distinguished by his strict strictness and high culture. He knew a lot and was able to do a lot in the technique of verse, but he devoted all his skill as a poet to almost one genre - the lyrical miniature, where the main things for him were the truth of feelings and psychology, the accuracy of observations, the realistic reflection of the soul of a person living among nature and changing with it. The only struggle that his lyrics reflected was the complex, contradictory struggle of nature and man, but even here the struggle interested him no less than their relationship.

As for the struggle in the sphere of public life, the pose of a poet-orator, a poetic slogan, an appeal in verse, the desire to give an answer to the questions so beloved by many: “Who is to blame?” and “What should I do?” - everything that dominated the minds of revolutionary democrats was far from Fet. He wanted to remain in the hearts of readers and remained “a spy of nature.” That’s why I wrote about a man under the midday sky, on a winter morning, on a May evening, under the stars, by the sea, in bad weather, on a country road, in a bee garden, in the wind, in a downpour, in a storm, in the steppe in the evening, in the forest, during ice drift , looking at the through web, listening to the nightingale trills in the garden... He preferred lines about a swaying blade of grass, about a trembling leaf, about a ruffled sparrow, which, “bathing in the sand, trembles”, about the multi-colored stamen of a bell under the window, to lines about civil freedom... That’s why in his “Village” there are no peasants or rickety huts; in Fet’s depiction it looks more like an estate on a canvas by an expressionist artist. Yes, he is not Pushkin, and not even Tyutchev.

Fet's expressionist style (it was not for nothing that his poetry was compared to painting) made even the landscape he created with words subjective, colored by human perception. Where others correctly found a single tone, he, the lyricist by the grace of God, captured countless half-tones. The words of many artists directly apply to him: “That’s how I see it.” But it was precisely this vision of the world that gave birth to the magical lines:

In my hand - what a miracle! -

Your hand

And on the grass there are two emeralds -

Two fireflies.

In painting, plein air (free air) renewed the landscape. Fet gave plein air - open sky, light and air - to Russian poetry.

As a poet, Fet does not like words: they are too precise and cannot convey the fullness and diversity of shades of human feelings and emotions.

After Pushkin, there was another “joyful” poet in Russia - Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet. In his poetry there are no motives of civil, freedom-loving lyrics; he did not raise social issues. His work is a world of beauty and happiness. Fet's poems are permeated with powerful streams of energy of happiness and delight, filled with admiration for the beauty of the world and nature. The main motive of his lyrics was beauty. It was her that he sang in everything. Unlike most Russian poets, the second half of the 19th century centuries with their protests and denunciations of the existing order, Fet considered poetry the “temple of art”, and himself a priest in it. Later, this point of view was adhered to by symbolist poets at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. They considered Fet their brilliant teacher.

Nature, love and musical art are fused together in Fet's lyrics. The poet reflects the world of feelings and moods in all their endless diversity. Each poem by Fet is created as an original melody. Composers immediately sensed this and created many romances based on Fet’s poems. This is the poem “Fantasy”:

We are alone; from the garden to the glass windows

The moon is shining... our candles are dim;

Your fragrant, obedient curl,

Developing, falls on the shoulders.

Fet brilliantly knew how to depict a moment, a moment of feeling, transitions from one mood to another. For this, contemporary critics called his poems “plotless.” Researchers of the 20th century already called Fet’s work impressionism in Russian poetry for the author’s ability to convey the slightest shades of feelings. The poet was best in the genre of lyrical miniatures:

In this mirror under the willow tree

He caught my jealous glance

Lovely features...

Softer is your proud gaze...

I'm shaking, looking happy,

Just like you tremble in the water.

Fet's love lyrics are an ocean of sun, happiness and joy. He idolizes a woman, wants to fulfill her every desire, is caring and gentle towards her:

Don't wake her up at dawn

At dawn she sleeps so sweetly;

Morning breathes on her chest,

It shines brightly on the pits of the cheeks.

Fet's feeling of love is devoid of destructive passion, like Tyutchev's. The poet admires his beloved, filling the world of beauty and peace with her existence. The lyrical hero is kind and attentive, he is a real protector from everything evil for his beloved. He is solid, reliable and calmly happy, nothing threatens his love:

Tell me that with the same passion,

Like yesterday, I came again,

That the soul is still the same happiness

And I’m ready to serve you.

Fet’s nature is alive and thinking: “the morning is breathing,” “the forest is waking up,” “the moon is playing,” etc. Using the technique of personification, the poet achieves an amazing effect of communication, the unity of man with nature:

The garden is all in bloom

Evening on fire

I feel so refreshingly happy!

Here I stand

Here I go.

I'm waiting for a mysterious speech.

The masterpiece of Fet’s lyrics is the poem “Whisper, timid breathing...”. The landscape painting includes a scene of lovers meeting. The communication of people and the life of nature are conveyed in dynamics, although there is not a single verb in the poem. Nature reflects the passionate feelings of lovers:

Whisper, timid breathing,

The trill of a nightingale,

Silver and sway

Sleepy stream,

Night light, night shadows,

Endless shadows

A series of magical changes

Sweet face

In the smoky dots there is a purple rose,

The reflection of amber

And kisses and tears,

And dawn, dawn!..

Following his artistic style, the poet does not show the development of relations between young people, but depicts moments of supreme delight, the most significant for them.

Fet's landscape poems are usually full of life, sounds and smells, but sometimes he manages to create a majestic picture of evening nature:

The mirror moon floats across the azure desert,

The steppe grasses are covered with evening moisture,

The speech is abrupt, the heart is again more superstitious,

Long shadows in the distance sank into the hollow.

In his lyrics, the poet sought to depict not objects, but the feelings they evoke. His innovation lies in his ability to convey the moment-to-moment variability of the world. That is why the poet turns familiar images into something new and unusual, surprising readers. Fet, like no one else, was able to describe the world of beautiful human feelings; his poems became classics of Russian poetry of the 19th century.

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V. Bryusov dedicated a special article to the poet “A. A. Fet. Art or Life" (1903) The epigraph to it was the words of Fet: “I will become a living echo of the violence of life.” According to Bryusov, Fet glorified the greatness of man: “No matter what great claims poetry expresses, it could not do more than express the human soul.”

“Sad birch...” Sad birch tree At my window, And by the whim of the frost It has been dismantled. Like bunches of grapes, the ends of the branches hang, - And the whole mourning outfit is joyful to look at. I love the game of the morning star I notice on it, And I feel sorry if the birds shake off the beauty of the branches. 1842

Autumn How sad are the gloomy days of silent and cold autumn! With what languid, joyless languor they ask to enter our souls! But there are also days when, in the blood of the burning golden-leafed headdresses, autumn looks for the gaze and sultry whims of love. The bashful sadness is silent, Only the defiant is heard, And, fading so magnificently, She no longer regrets anything

“I came to you with greetings...” I came to you with greetings, To tell you that the sun has risen, That it fluttered with hot light across the sheets; Tell me that the forest has woken up, The whole forest has woken up, every branch, every bird has roused itself, And is full of spring thirst; To tell you that with the same passion As yesterday, I came again, That my soul is still happy And ready to serve you; To tell me that joy is blowing at me from everywhere, That I myself don’t know that I will sing - but only the song is ripening. 1843

Fidelity to nature as a source of poetic inspiration was welcomed by F. I. Tyutchev in a poem addressed to A. A. Fet: Others inherited from nature a prophetically blind instinct: They smell it, hear the waters And in the dark depths of the earth, the Great Mother beloved, Your destiny is enviable a hundred times : More than once, under the visible shell, You have seen the very thing.

In the 50s, Fet's romantic poetics was formed, in which the poet reflected on the connection between man and nature. Fet creates entire cycles of poems “Spring”, “Summer”, “Autumn”, “Snow”, “Fortune-telling”, “Evenings and Nights”, “Sea”. The landscapes in these poems express the state of the human soul. Dissolving in nature, the hero Fet gains the opportunity to see the beautiful soul of nature. This happiness is a feeling of unity with nature: Night flowers sleep all day long, But as soon as the sun sets behind the grove, the leaves quietly open, And I hear my heart blooming.

Nature helps solve riddles, mysteries of human existence. Through nature, Fet comprehends the subtlest psychological truth about man. In this sense, the poem “Learn from them - from the oak, from the birch” is typical. Winter is all around, it’s a cruel time! In vain the tears froze on them, And the bark cracked, shrinking. The blizzard is getting angrier and every minute it is vomiting angrily last sheets, And a fierce cold grabs your heart; They stand, silent; shut up too! But trust in spring. The genius will rush to her, Breathing warmth and life again, For clear days, for new revelations The grieving soul will recover.

Like other poets, in Fet’s life there were specific meetings with extraordinary women who inspired him to create poetry. The poet praised female beauty in his poems. This photograph of female beauty is especially vividly embodied in the poem “An Appeal to Beethoven’s Beloved.” Understand at least once the melancholy confession, At least once hear the soul’s pleading groan! I am before you, beautiful creature, inspired by the breath of unknown forces. I catch your image before separation, I am full of it, and I am thrilled and trembling, And, without you, languishing in death throes, I treasure my melancholy as happiness. I sing it, ready to fall into dust. You stand before me like a deity - And I am blessed; and in every agony of Your new beauty I foresee triumph...

On May 22, 1891, Sofia Tolstaya wrote in her diary: “Fet was with his wife, reading poetry - all love and love... He is 70 years old, but with his ever-living and ever-singing lyrics, he always awakens in me poetic and untimely young thoughts and feelings . It may be untimely... but still good and innocent.”

The night was shining. The garden was full of moonlight. The Rays lay at our feet in the living room without lights. The piano was all open, and the strings in it trembled, Just like our hearts behind your song. You sang until dawn, exhausted in tears, That you alone are love, that there is no other love, And you wanted to live so much, so that, without making a sound, I could love you, hug you and cry over you. And many years have passed, weary and boring, And now in the silence of the night I hear your voice again, And it blows, as then, in those sonorous sighs, That you alone are all life, that you alone are love, That there are no insults from fate and a burning heart torment, But there is no end to life, and there is no other goal, As soon as to believe in the sobbing sounds, To love you, to hug and cry over you!