Landscape lyrics of the beginning of the XX century Bunin. The motifs of early landscape lyrics I.A.

Bunin - a unique creative personality in the history of Russian literature of the end of the XIX - the first half of the XX century. His brilliant talent, the skill of the poet and the prose, which became classic, struck his contemporaries and conquers us, now living. In his works, a real Russian literary language was preserved, which is now lost.

A large place in the work of the Bunin occupy works of love. The writer has always worried the mystery of this strongest of human feelings.

I am looking for a combination in this world

Beautiful and secret as a dream.

I love her for happiness merge

In one love with the love of all time!

I. Bunin "Night"

In the existence of this love, Bunin is confident. She is real for him, in any manifestations: and happy, mutual (which meets at the Bunin is extremely rare), and unrequited, and destructive. But whatever she was, it exists. Moreover, for the Bunin - it is the only one that is the meaning of life, its driving force. But how can you live without the most important thing that is in life?

What is in you, because there is.

Here you're dreamed and your eyes

So lovingly soft wind blows -

How are there no love?

I. Bunin. "In the summer chair, at night, on the balcony ..."

Love in the image of the Bunin affects not only the power of artistic pictoriality, but also by its subordination with some inner, unknown man of laws. They are infrequently breaking to the surface: most people will not experience their fatal influence until the end of their days. Such an image of love suddenly gives sober, "merciless" romantic romantic talent.

Bunin's love Lyrics is not quantitatively. It reflects the confused Duma and feelings of the poet about the secret of love ... One of the main motives of love lyrics - loneliness, inaccessibility or the impossibility of happiness. For example, in poems "as light, how the spring is elegant! ..", "a quiet look, like a look of Lani ...", "at the late hour we were with her in the field ...", "loneliness", "sorrow of eyelashes, shining and black …" and etc.

Love Lyrics of Bunin - Passionate, Sensual, Saturated Love, and always fulfilled the tragedy, unfulfilled hopes, memories of the past adolescence and left love.

Tomorrow he will come out again

And again remind, lonely,

I spring, and the first love,

And your image, cute and distant ...

I. A. Bunin "Not UGAS still away the sunset ..."

The catastrophicity of being, the fragility of human relations and the very existence is all these favorite bunin topics after gigantic social cataclysms who shook Russia were filled with a new formidable value. The proximity of love and death, their conjugacy were for the Bunin with the facts obvious, never subject to doubt.

I take your hand and look at her for a long time,

you raise your eyes in the sweet End of End:

here in this hand - all your being,

I feel you all - soul and body.

What else need? Could it be curly?

But the angel is rebellious, the whole storm and flame,

Flying over the world so that death is destroyed,

I'm rushing over us!

I. Bunin "I take your hand ..."

For a long time, it is very correctly seen that love in the work of the Bunin tragedy. The author is trying to unravel the mystery of love and the secret of death, why they often come into contact in life, what is the point of this. The author does not respond to these questions, but his works make it clear that there is a certain meaning of human earthly life.

As a rule, at Bunin we see two ways to develop love relationships. Or for the happiness of love it follows parting or death. Proximity leads to separation, death, murder. Happiness can not be eternal.

Watch, the last for them! -

All brighter dunes glow.

They are bride and groom

And again will meet?

I. A. Bunin "Separation"

Or initially a sense of love is undeveloped or impossible for any reason.

You are humble and modest

She walked behind him from the crown.

But the face you bowed -

He did not see the face.

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

You can't hide

What are you alien to him ...

You will not forget me

Never never!

I. A. Bunin "Alien"

Bunin's love does not go to the family bed, not allowed to be a happy marriage. Bunin deprives his heroes of eternal happiness, deprivables because they get used to him, and the habit leads to the loss of love. Love in habit can not be better than Love Lightning, but sincere. However, despite the short-term, love still remains eternal: it is always in memory precisely because fleeting in life.

"Love is beautiful" and "Love is doomed" - these concepts, finally

jold, coincided, carrying in the depths of the grief of the Bunin-emigrant.

Exceptions are extremely rare, but meet. And then the final of the story becomes or a marriage crown:

Gold willow, stars

Aggravated inclined

With challenged Alisafia

In God's church is going.

I. Bunin "Alisafia"

Or feeling a complete comprehensive happiness:

Only with you one I am happy

And no one will replace you:

You know me and love me,

And one you understand - for what!

I. A. Bunin "Stars at night Spring tender"

Love Lyrics I. Bunin has a number of features. In it, the author avoids deliberately beautiful phrases:

I entered her at the midnight hour.

She slept, - Luna shined

In its window, - and blankets

Lathe lowered atlas.

I. A. Bunin "I entered her at an impersonal hour ..."

Nature at Bunin is not a background, not scenery, but one of the actors in the Love Lyrics, in most cases, in most cases plays the role of an impassive observer. What would have happened, what the situation was not described by Bunin, nature in most cases retains a serene expression, which nevertheless differs in the nuances, because through them the author is surprisingly correcting the feelings, moods and experiences.

The author's favorite time is spring. It is associated at Bunin with a sense of love, she herself symbolizes love. And the love is completely different: happy, mutual, "living" love (such as in the poem "Star at night spring tender ...", and the love has passed, almost forgotten, but still stored in the depths of the heart:

How light like spring!

Look in my eyes, as happened,

And tell me: why are you sad?

Why did you like it?

But you are silent, weak as a flower ...

Oh, silence! I do not need to recognize:

I learned this train of a farewell, -

I'm alone again!

I. A. Bunin "How light, as the spring, ..."

And love in which parting only took place:

And she nodded her, she,

Slightly face from the wind tilted

And disappeared around the corner ... Was ...

She forgive me - and forgot.

I. A. Bunin

Oddly, a certain sign of the authenticity of love for Bunin is, one can say, immorality in love, since the usual morality turns out to be, as well as all the people installed, the conditional scheme, into which the element of natural, living life does not fit.

Intimate Lyrics I. A. Bunina Tragedia, there is a protest against the imperfection of the world.

When describing the risky details associated with the body, when the author should be impartial, so as not to cross the fragile face separating art from pornography, bunin, on the contrary, is worried too much - to spasm in the throat, to passionate trembling:

She lay on his back

Nagi raving breasts ...

And quietly, like water in a vessel,

There was her life in a dream.

I. Bunin "I entered her at the midnight hour ..."

For Bunin, everything connected with the floor, pure and significantly, all is weaves a mystery and even holiness.

Love is the mysterious element, the transforming life of a person who gives his fate uniqueness against the background of ordinary everyday stories that fills its earthly existence.

Yes, Love is a multi-faceted and often inexplicable. This is an eternal riddle, and every reader of Buninsky works is looking for his own answers, reflecting on the secrets of love. The perception of this feeling is very personal, and therefore someone will react to the book depicted in the book, and someone will be shocked by a great gift of love, which, like the talent of the poet or musician, is not given to everyone. But one, undoubtedly: Buninsky poems telling about the most intimate, will not leave indifferent readers. Each person will find in the Bunin artwork something consonant with his own thoughts and experiences will touch the great secret of love.

The Bunin began his creative path of the Nobel Prize Bunin as a poet. It was greatly influenced by such poets like Nikitin, rings, partly Nekrasov. They chased Russian nature, the village, poeticed the peasantry and they were close to the Bunin. Bunin did not seduce experiments, searching for new style vehicles.

The subject of Buninsky poetry is not very diverse. Mostly it is poems about nature. Poems on the peasant theme are almost absent, except for the "rustic beggar", in the center of which is the image of a homeless old man, tortured by the need. Rare and civil motifs ("Jordan Bruno", "Poet", "Above the Mogile S. Ya. Nadon").

The leading place in the poetry of Bunin is the landscape lyrics. In it, he reflected the signs of the nature of the Orlovsky Territory, who passionately loved the poet. Poems about nature are written in gentle, soft colors and resemble the pictorial landscapes of Levitan. A vivid example of a verbal landscape is a poem "Russian Spring". Supervisory, loyalty to the transmission of light, smell, colors noteworthy poem "Highly full month cost ...". Bunina landscape lyrics are designed in the traditions of Russian classics ("Autumn", "Autumn Landscape", "in the steppe").

The early poems of the Bunin are full of sensation of the joy of being, their own compound, the fibony with nature. In the poem "Thaw" transferred harmony of the poet and the world:

And, I drank with beauty, only in her breathing half and wider, I know, everything is living in a mighty in one love with me.

The external description of the reel is not distinguished by bright colors, but is saturated with internal content. A person is not an observer, contemplator of nature, but, in the words of Tyutchev, "Thinking Cane", part of nature:

No, not a landscape entails me, not the paint greedy notice will notice, but the fact that in these paints is shining: the love and joy of being.

Bunina does not attract static, squeezing scenery, but an eternal change of state. He knows how to catch the beauty of a single moment, the transition state itself. Moreover, in this particular moment, the poet twisters the eternity and non-profitability of nature ("Lick's Zarnitsa, like a dream ...", Poem "Leaf Frals"),

Love for nature is inseparably connected with love for homeland. This is not open, declarative patriotism, but a lyrically painted, spilled in the descriptions of the pictures of the native nature, the feeling ("Motherland", "Motherland", "in the steppe", the cycle "Rus").

In later verses, it clearly appears characteristic of the Bunin poetry feature:

... In my joy - always longing, always - mysterious sweetness.

This melancholy beauty, harmony, which are less and less in the surrounding life. The images of the night dusk, the longing of the autumnal slush, the sadness of the abandoned cemeteries are constant in verses, the theme of which is the ruin of the noble nests, the death of the boric estates ("and dreamed of me ...", "the world is empty ... Earth cooled ...").

Not only nature, but also ancient legends, myths, religious legends feed Buninskaya poetry. In them, Bunin sees the wisdom of the centuries, finds the primancy of the whole spiritual life of humanity ("Sun Temple", "Saturn"),

Philosophical motives are strong in poetry poetry. Any picture - household, natural, psychological - is always included in universal, in the universe. Poems are permeated with a sense of surprise before the eternal world and the understanding of the inevitability of their own death ("loneliness", "rhythm").

Poems Bunina Drain, laconic, these are lyrical miniatures. His poetry is restrained, as if "cold", but it is deceptive "coldness". Rather, it is the absence of pathetics, poses that externally express "pathos of the soul".

As you know, many poets wrote (write) and prose. The other, as a rule, begin simultaneously, but only then they connect this more powerful, solid genre. Convincing confirmation of the said you will find in any literature: Goethe, Hugo, Kipling, E. By ... Immediately and do not understand who they are most advantage - prose or poets. In every case both. A B. russian literature The first three names that immediately come to mind, barely spoke about poets who wrote prose, this is Pushkin, Lermontov, Bunin.

Only after them we will begin to remember A. White, Khodasevich, F. Sologuba, Ivanova, Pasternak ... Prose Bunin as if eclipsed by his poems. But it only seems. Shoulders at the mention of the Bunin-poet that recently allowed themselves other arrogant critics, at least frivolous. Buninskaya poetry has long acquired in Russian literature not only durable, but also an extremely important place.

He began writing poems at the turn of the arrival of new poetry, literally before her. He was internally not accepted, and they were him. But he himself was new. Not., Not a symbolist, not a acmeist. But new.

This is no longer the former traditional classic, not the nineteenth century. He even influenced them - let's say on Akhmatov. They took a lot from him, not aware of it. They thought he was only a landscape officer, at first, without noticing his tendency to psychological analysis. But after all, a purely landscape lyrics, which has ceased to be only a background of what is happening, and published in the main actors - this was also a kind of discovery. I have already mentioned once, as I was struck in early childhood, the lines read to me by my mother: remember how the birch was noisy, and in the forest, at mezhi, slowly and smoothly gold waves of rye. I did not know for a long time whose they are.

How quickly developed in it its rare observation! Mushrooms have gone, but firmly smells in ravine dampness mushroom. And in the same poem: And, Ubaikan with a step of equestrian, I will hover with pleasure sadness. As a wind, the ringing of monophonic buzzes-sings in the trunks of the gun. Sadness sadness, but here and the growing feeling of anxiety. Writished with Russian lyrics of the eternal motive: an image of a sleeping woman in its touching defenselessness. Recall Feta: "At the dawn, you will not be boudy." There is not just a dream, but a whole plot: the heroine sleeps at the dawn so sweet because I didn't sleep for a long time.

And the brighter the moon was played, and the louder than the nightingale, all the pale she became, the heart beat the hurts and the Higher. At Bunin, nothing, it would seem, does not happen, but the picture is still piercing: I entered it at an impaired hour. It slept - the moon shone in her window, and the blankets glowed a latter atlas. She lay on his back, naked raving his chest, - and quietly, like water in the vessel, stood her life in a dream. And here there is a plot too. But we do not know who they are: Sleeping Woman and He, who entered her at night. Sophistication, the elegance of the letter tune us to special solemnity.

Sleep seems to us in the form of a vessel in which life is worth. But Bunin is not only such, he in verses, and in prose is surprisingly democratic - in the topic and in the Word.

I - downtime girls on bashtany,

He is a fisherman, a cheerful man.

Sinking white sail on Liman,

He saw a lot of seas and rivers.

Speak, Grechany on Bosphorus

Good ... And I am a black, Hud.

Untust white sail in the sea -

Maybe never will return.

I will wait in the weather, in bad weather ...

I can't wait - the bashtan will miss,

I will go to the sea, I'll throw the ring in the water

And the braid is black removed.

The poem is called "Song". Yes, this is a typical maiden song, whose words are composed, as most often happened in Russia, a man. The riddle - why she was not laid on music, especially since the author communicated with excellent composers.

This "song", as it believes it in the genre, gives a generalized, almost already expected image of the heroine and what happens to her. And literally there are also poems about a woman, but quite about the other and therefore completely different are infinitely concrete, carefully worked, penetrated by purely individual pain. One of the best poems in russian poetry - "loneliness."

And wind and rain and megro

Above the cold desert water.

Here life until spring has died,

Before spring, soda was empty.

I'm alone at the cottage.

I'm dark behind the easel, and blows out the window. Artist. Cold, darkness, not even work. Yesterday you were with me, but you are so sad with me. In the evening of the rainy day, you began to seem my wife ... Well, goodbye! Somehow to spring, alone and one - without a wife ...

Gap. Until spring? No, it's forever. Today they go without end the same, clouds - ridges for a rice. Your mark under rain at the porch Went, flooded with water. And it hurts me to look alone in foremost gray darkness.

Mortal mortal. And see which words are repeated, the words are injected: blame, dark, rainy day, gray darkness ... But what about the "track in the rain at the porch", already blown, still visible? He seems to remember only the sight of the artist. I wanted to shout for yourself: "Thrust, I cried with you!" However, he ^ did not shine, resisted.

I shouted in a few years Ahmatov (remember, I talked about influences?): Touching, I shouted: "Joke is everything that was. You will die, I will die." At the Bunin, instead of a cry, it is said: But for the woman of the past there is no: it was silent - and became her someone else's. Ruthless, analytical words. Here are beautifully written poems, but the Poet leads the prose and the Poet.

This motive: the ease with which a woman can sob and make a completely indifferent, constant at the Bunin. In another poem: "She forgive me - and forgot." A striking understanding of the female soul. And the ending - she is hardly known to everyone: what! Fireplace flood, I will drink ... It would be nice to buy a dog.

Truly loneliness! He also has a poem with the same name - in poetry this happens. This is after all throughout life passes. But here is no longer about her loneliness: "Lucky companion, foreigner" ... poems to measure ironic.

And at the same time - after all, she is bad, her sorry. And also - probably sadden the soul of some kind of premonition. And the companion bathes in the cold evening sea, waiting for someone to see her, stuck wet trite, plays with a dog (remember the alleged dog from the first "loneliness"?). Meanwhile: on the cliff. What touched back in the back, in the bright sky, washing a lonely bench ...

There stood with the opened head writer who had bought a visit. The cigar attempted and, grinning, thought: "She did a striped trite on Zebra,". Does not, but did. In the past time. He in these white verses seems like it for the future book. And after all, the writer is he himself, Bunin, with his branded observation. This is confirmed by the next poem written on another day (he suddenly starts dating so much detail - no worse than the block).

In these verses and "wind from Finland", and "to the sea I go", and "That's a bench and a straw umbrella, // on the cliff" ... everything is in place. This is also a completely psychological picture. A. Tvardovsky in his famous preface "On Bunin", admiring the detailed Bunin knowledge of the Russian nature (subseparability) adds: "But, it is clear if his visual capabilities were limited to these, albeit the most accurate and artistic paintings and strokes, it was would be far from what he acquired in russian literature. A man with his joys and suffering as an object of an image can not be replaced in art - no charm of alone only sensory world, no "nature of nature" by itself. "" The individuality of fate "is the main thing at the Bunin, and in verses, and In prose.

He has no poems, where it would be described, there was any known contemporary to all. Except one. The poem "The artist" is filled with such psychological reliability, such a certainty of life details, which doubt remains: it is about Chekhov. We know with what reverence and respectful tenderness was bunin. Poems about the last, Yalta, period of Chekhov were written four years after his death. Khrushya along a large pebble, he passed a sloping garden, looking around the water bodies, sat on the bench ...

For the new white house, the ridge of Yayla and is close and hard. Who visited the outkin house and the garden knows what now is there nothing changed, Only the house is not new. Tomgant from the heat, the vigilant crane is in the bush. Sleeping brazier, leg - Kok cane ... He says: "What, a bird? Vulture on the Volga, in Yaroslavl!" Feel? Bunin (yes in verses!) Transfers Chekhov's speech.

And after all, how reliably! He, smiling, thinks about how to take it - as a SIZE on the hot sun mourning rims, like yellow fire, like white on a blue house. And here he shows Chekhov-artist. No wonder the poems are named this way. From the porch with cadyl, the thick pop, takes away the choir ... Crane, frightening the choir. Locked, I will take away from the fence - and well, to dance and knock the beak to the coffin!

The last line here is to be honest, I call me a doubt that this could write the Chekhov. Is it because the wool does not insist until the end and does not call him right? In the chest will fuss. With the highway rushing dust. Hot, especially dry. He removed Pensne and thinks, the pen: "Da-s, Waterville ...

All other things have a style. Turning to the poetry of Ivan Bunin, it is impossible not to call poems about his travels, about the east, huge ocean vapors, exotic. Here it somehow strangely converges with Nikolai Gumilev. But the journey of the Bunin is as if filled with more comfort *. His luxurious stanzas are written in cool cabins, where it is removed from the hot deck.

Not because these are essentially diaries, travel verses are clearly cold. It is quite obvious that his feelings are much more alive among their relatives. Here is a summer shower, but barely just willing to the ages - everything will eat ... oh, Rosy's bush! Oh, the gaze is happy and brilliant and chill of submissive mouth!

No wonder all the same fled. Here he is bunin. Or another eternal topic, as it happens in music: This house one hundred years ago was full of my ancestors ... The poems are called "grandfather in youth." "And the current grandson sweetly admires his grandchildly, he understands him, wants to live his life, enter the house, where" as a small mother-in-law, silently floats. " And especially contrast and touching the combination of spring and old age. "That's Mart," thinks the poet in "one poem.

In another: And the grandmother - in a rocking chair, smokes and thinks: "So, Mart! .." He has old people who often smoke. Before sitting in the chair - on the table, where the cup of tea was stamed. Cigar Magnifying Stripe Blue Fiber. And at the end: grew on the cigar ashes gray, a sweet fragrance flowed. And in front of the smoking grandmother ("on the spindle") - ... smoke, a lazy kidel merging with a light strip, blue, melts ... as a fir in a distant cross in spring.

How he loves them and all this, leaving, cute, that is, part of itself! Hardly someone else in russian poetry This is expressed with such force. It will not immediately go into his prose, but it will remain in it to the end.

Konstantin Vanshkin

Abstract on the topic: "Lyrics I. A. Bunina."

Slide 2. . Objectives and objectives: to acquaint students with the poetic world of I. A. Bunin, to identify the main topics of its poetry, the features of poetics of poems, improve the skills of analyzing lyrical text.

Slides 3,4,5 Video partition Bibigon - Lesson I.Bunin (from the first minute to 11.49), accompanied by a presentation.

Slide 6.7. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin - an outstanding Russian writer, glorified as a prose writer. But Ivan Alekseevich began his literary life with poetry and entered the beautiful Pleiad of the Silver Century poets.

"I'm still ... First of all, the poet. Poet! And then only a prose" - said I. A. Bunin.

I.A. Bunin did not join any of the literary flows. In the poetry of the silver century, his name is a mansion. In general, very skeptically referred to literary research and innovations, believing that the formalistic sophistication of symbolists, acmeists and futurists relate little with poetry.

"Against the background of Russian modernism, the poetry of Bunin stands out as good old," wroteY.Ayhenshenwald . In poetry Bunin, the traditions of Russian poets, his predecessors, primarily Pushkin, Tyutchev and Feta, are clearly trained.

Bunin - the faithful keeper of Pushkin tradition. For him, Pushkin's thoughts are related to the fact that genuine poetry in the simplicity, naturalness of real feelings, phenomena, sentiment. Both poet reflect the existing harmony between man and nature in their poems.

Slides 8.9 . The story of the video tellers about the family, the birth of bunins

Slide 10. . The first poem of the Bunin was printed when he was only seventeen, four years later the first collection of poems was released, but the fame came to him only in ten years, after the release of the collection "Listopad" in 1901, marked by the Pushkin Prize of the Academy of Sciences.

Slide 11. Reading a passage from the "Leaf Fall" poem.

Forest, exactly led painted,

Purple, gold, crimped,

Cheerful, pesting the wall

It is standing over a light polar.

Bereza yellow thread

Shine in blue lazuries,

Like tows, chips are darker,

And between klyans blue

Then there, then here in the foliage

Summets in the sky, that shell.

The forest smells oak and pine,

For the summer he dry he from the sun

And autumn quietly widow

Joins the Pierce Terem your

Today on empty glade,

Among the wide yard,

Air web fabric

Brilliate as a network of silver.

Today all day plays

In the yard the last moth

And, exactly white petal,

On the web freezes,

Sung by solar heat;

Today is so light around,

Such a dead silence

In the forest and in blue embroidery,

What can be in this silence

To hear the leishes of Shurchhanye.

Analysis.

Find trails helping the poet to create a color effect (blooming).

Find the olfactory image. (The forest smells oak and pine).

Hear ... Shurshana).

Slide 12. Art features Lyrics Bunin

The word of the teacher. The faithful traditions of the realistic landscape of the 19th century, I. Bunin, at the same time, emphasizes self-sufficiency and independence of nature from humans. The poet is experiencing the loneliness of a person among the nature and loneliness of nature without a person, the "blissful longing" of deserted.

Slide 13. . The main topics of lyrics I.A. Bunin.

Landscape lyrics.

Message studio. The landscape lyrics are characteristic of poetry by I. Bunin at the turn of the centuries and is the prevailing in all his work.

Poems I. A. Bunin peculiar. This is rather a rhymed, in a certain way organized prose than poems in their classic form. But it is their novelty and freshness that they attract readers.

I.Z.: The presentation of the poem "creaps asters in the gardens."

In the landscape lyrics, most significantly the difference between the Bunin from the poetry of symbolists.

Where the symbolist saw in the nature of the "signs" of different, higher reality, Bunin sought to objectively reproduce the validity of them. From here - the picturesque accuracy and the sophistication of the Bunin sketches. It is the landscape lyrics of I.Bunina to a greater extent characterized by an abundance of color effects, as well as amazing filled with sound effects.

Poems Bunin is the lyric-contemplative paintings of nature, created by means of thin parts, light paints, halftone. Their basic intonation is sadness, sadness, but this sadness "light" cleansing.

Slide 14. . Evening "Evening" is written in the genre of classic sonnet. Shakespeare and Pushkin wrote sonnets about love, philosophical sonnets. At the Bunin also in the sonnet of the world of man and the world of nature.

We always remember about happiness only.
And happiness everywhere. Maybe it
This garden is autumn behind the shed
And clean air, pouring into the window.

In the bottomless sky light, pure cut
Rises, shines a cloud. Long
I watch him ... we see little, we know.
And happiness only knows.

The window is open. Squeaknu and villages
On the windowsill of a bird. And from books
I am paying a tired look by a moment.

Day evening, the sky is empty
The hum of threshing is heard on the gum.
I see, I hear, happy. All in me.

How do you understand the last phrase - "all in me"?

(Everything in man: kindness and evil, love and discoveries, paradise and hell. "Everything in me" speaks truly for himself. What the abyss of wisdom is enclosed in this phrase! Three-way and depth of meaning relatives to her with biblical wisdom: "God's kingdom inside you").

Think about questions:

1. Determine the subject of poem.

2. What images of the poem surprised you and why?

3. How is the feeling of time and space transmitted in poem?

4. Name emotionally painted epithets.

5. Explain the meaning of the string: "I see, I hear, happy ..."

The word of the teacher. Buninsky landscape Truthful, thin and beautiful, like a single symbolist and not dreamed. In verses Ivan Alekseevich, we do not see the personality of the author. From his poetry, he excludes the main component of Lurism - "I".

Slide 15. . The theme of Russia.

The topic of Russia is pronounced throughout the work of the poet. It reflected nostalgia and the Bunin philosophy. He sought to read and solve the innermost laws of the nation, which, in his opinion, are eternal. Legends, legends, parables (folk wisdom) become verses. Like many other topics in the lyrics, the topic of the homeland is revealed using the elements of the landscape. The poet tied together the image of nature and the Motherland. For him, the nature of Russia is the steppes of Orlovshchina, where the writer was born and grew up ...

"Motherland" is a poem representing one of the leading those in the poetry of the Bunin - the topic of Russia.

They mock over to you
They, about their homeland, cores
Your simplicity is
Love of black hut ...

So son, calm and cheeky,
Mother's mother is ashamed -
Tired, timid and sad
Environment urban friends,

Looks with a smile compassion
On one who is hundreds of wool
And for him, for the day of Svidanya,
The last grossik burned.

Analysis.

What epithets characterizes Bunin homeland? ("Tired, timid and sad").

What is the attitude of the poet to the homeland? (The poet does not idealize the image of the Motherland, on the contrary, he clearly sees all her problems. Motherland Beggar, hungry, but beloved.)

Find the metaphor, determine its role. (Metaphor "Motherland-Mother" - Old Woman's Warring Dusty Road, Mother, going to her morally sick child - one of the most tight and piercing images.)

Slide 16. Determine the topic, motive and idea of \u200b\u200bthe poem "The bird has a nest."

The bird has a nest, the beast has a nora.

How bitterly was a young heart,

When I left the father's yard,

Say forgive your home!

The beast has a nora, the bird has a nest.

How the heart beats, sore and loudly,

When you enter, peeling, in someone else's hired house

With his versa cotton!

(Motion of homelessness, alien and longing in the homeland. The topic of the Motherland. There is no rest in a foreign land.

The idea - a cut-off of the Motherland makes a person suffering, fills him soul bitterness, pain, loneliness.)

Philosophical Lyrics

Appeal to the philosophical lyrics occurs after the first Russian revolution (1906-1911) the most important motive of the poet lyrics is the superiority of natural existence over social life. Bunin - Great Wistest. Love for him is a sacred feeling, the state of his soul. Life for Bunin - travel in memories. Special atmosphere of philosophical poems Bunin is the atmosphere of silence. Noise, bustle distract from the main thing - from spiritual life. The lyrical hero of the Bunin is hardly experiencing his loneliness; In poems, the lyrical hero is trying to comprehend the frequency of human life and time.

Slide 17.

The day will come - I disappear,

And in this room empty

All the same will be: the table, bench

Yes image, ancient and simple.

And it will also fly

Color butterfly in silk,

Flutter

Blue ceiling.

And there will also be the sky bottom

Look at the open window

And sea smooth blue

Many in the worst deserted one.

What is the topic and idea of \u200b\u200bpoem?

(Theme: poem about the inevitability of death. Idea:death is not the end at all, not a catastrophe: let the person and disappear, but the whole world will exist, the same eternal and beautiful.

What emotions cause? (Emotions: sadness and hope.)

Determine the role of a butterfly image. (The role of an image of a butterfly: in the image of the butterfly is presented an endless series of life cycle, the birth of new people who will live and work after (cycle of life and death (Buddhist motive).

Theme of the poet and poetry.

The word of the teacher. Like any poet, I. Bunin tried to comprehend his destination, the role of the Creator, the essence of poetry. Software for him, a poem on this topic is the lyrical work of the "poet" - the code of its poetic honor. Muse Bunina is nature, because he more writes about her, and the theme of the poet and poetry has not received a wide embodiment in the lyrical works of Bunin.

Slide 18. "Poet"

In deep wells, water is cold,
And the colder, the cleaner it is.
The shepherd is notading from puddles
And in the puddle goes to Otaru,
But kind will lower the badue to the well,
Rod to the rope will give forth.

Invalid diamond, raced in the night,
The slave is looking for a penny candle,
But Zorkko he looks on dusty roads,
He holds a dry palm with a bucket,
From wind and darkness fencing the fire -
And know: He will return to the pacles with the diamond.

What does the poet bunin call?

. Love lyrics.

The word of the teacher. The topic of love in lyrics is less noticeable. In it, the author avoids deliberately beautiful phrases.

I entered her at midnight.
She slept, - Luna shined
In its window, - and blankets
Lathe lowered atlas.
She lay on his back
Nagi raving breasts, -
And quietly, like water in a vessel,
There was her life in a dream.

Slide 19.

2.Ayhenwald Yu. I. "Ivan Bunin"

3. A. T. Teddovsky "On Bunin"