Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still asleep, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your eyes closed with bliss
Towards the northern Aurora
Appear as the star of the north!

Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the dull sky haze was worn;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the gloomy clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Great carpets
Glittering in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river shines under the ice.

The whole room is amber shine
Illuminated. Merry bang
A flooded stove crackles.
Nice to think by the couch.
But you know: shouldn't you tell the sled
Turn down the brown mare?

Gliding in the morning snow
Dear friend, let’s indulge in running
Impatient horse
And visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Analysis of Pushkin's poem "Winter Morning"

The poem was written in 1829, most likely during his stay in Mikhailovsky. Only the genius of Pushkin can create a photographically accurate picture of a fine winter morning with a single stroke of the pen - this is the first sentence.

Funds artistic expression that we find in the text of the poem:

• epithets - "dear friend, adorable", "magnificent carpets", "amber shine", "cheerful crackling", "sweet shore", "cloudy sky" - paint picturesque pictures of nature and the comfort of a rural house;
• metaphors - "let us indulge in running", "appear as a star";
• comparisons - "the moon is like a spot", "carpets ... the snow lies";
• personifications - "the blizzard was angry", "the haze rushed about", "gloomy clouds" - allow you to exhaustively describe the evening bad weather and to contrast it brighter with the fresh harmony of a winter morning;
• antonyms - "vechor - now";
• rhetorical exclamations - "... a wonderful day!" - convey the upbeat mood of the lyrical hero, his thirst for life and happiness;
• addresses - "beauty", "dear friend", "adorable friend" - reflect the attitude in the interlocutor, express the motive of the lyrical hero;
• inversion - "wonderful day", "you sat sadly", "brown filly";
• the multi-union - "and the spruce turns green and the river glistens" - helps to attractively portray a picture of a winter sunny morning;
• parceling - “it's nice to think by the couch. But you know ... ”- reflects the impetuous nature of the author: he is not used to concentrating on one thing for a long time;
• ranks homogeneous members sentences - "wake up, open, appear", "fields, forests, coast";
• a rhetorical question - "... shouldn't you tell ... to shut the filly?" - masks the already formed desire of the lyric hero to ride and creates an appearance of freedom of choice in the interlocutor;
• the catachrese "transparent forest turns black" is so organic that it does not even raise the question of how the transparent forest can turn black: it is obvious that it is black only from afar, but can be seen right through from up close.

The poet organically combines common words "now", "vechor", "proverb" with the vocabulary of the high style "Aurora", "let us give ourselves up" and Old Slavicisms - "bliss (in this context - laziness)", "eyes (in this context - eyes) ". You need to understand that the bed is not high stone ledge near the stove, intended for lying.

Aurora is the goddess of the dawn in Roman mythology. Northern Aurora is an allegory of the Russian dawn. Thus, the poet compares his interlocutor with both the goddess and the star (of the Russian north) at the same time.

The poem by A.S. Pushkin's "Winter Morning"

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Irina RUDENKO,
Magnitogorsk

The poem by A.S. Pushkin's "Winter Morning"

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still asleep, dear friend!

These lines are familiar to us from primary school... And every time, rereading the poem, we never cease to admire the poet's skill. The author wants to convey the feeling of joy, boundless happiness to the reader.

The poem is full of emotional and evaluative definitions: “day wonderful", "friend charming"," Carpets magnificent", "friend cute", "Coast cute”. "Life is Beautiful!" - as if the poet wants to say.

In the second stanza sound composition changes: the howling of the blizzard helps to hear the sonorant nasal [l] and [n] in combination with vowels. The emotional mood also changes: the “cloudy sky”, the “pale spot” of the moon, “gloomy clouds” evoke the heroine's sadness. Yesterday's gloomy and dreary evening is contrasted with today's joyful morning: "Evening ... and now ... look out the window ..." With the last line of this stanza, the author returns the reader to the present, to an atmosphere of happiness. But could we appreciate the beauty of the morning if it were not for a gloomy, sad evening?

The third stanza is a winter landscape. Russian winter is not rich in colors, but the picture created by the poet is saturated with color: it is blue (“under the blue skies”), and black (“one transparent forest turns black”), and green (“the spruce turns green through the frost”). Everything sparkles, shines outside the window; in the stanza, the same root words “shining” and “shining” are repeated twice:

Under blue skies
Great carpets
Shining in the sun, snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.

The third and fourth stanzas are linked by the word “shine”:

The whole room is amber shine
Illuminated.

Only this shine is no longer cold, winter, but warm, golden brown, amber. In the third stanza, no sounds are heard (probably because the hero of the poem is in the house and sees the winter landscape from the window), but in the fourth stanza we clearly hear the crackle of a flooded stove. The tautology “crackles” is artistically justified.

However, the third and fourth stanzas are not opposed. I recall the lines of B. Pasternak, which appeared more than a hundred years after Pushkin's poem:

Melo, chalk all over the land
To all limits.
A candle burned on the table
The candle was on fire.

Here we see that the ominous outside world is opposed to the bright world of the house. In Pushkin's poem, everything is equally beautiful: both a magnificent picture outside the window, and a cozy home environment:

Nice to think by the couch.
But you know, shouldn't you tell the sled
Turn down the brown mare?

Life is amazing because there is harmony in it. This idea is already expressed in the first line of the poem. The day is wonderful due to the harmonious coexistence of frost and solar heat, light. A person cannot fully enjoy a joyful sunny morning if there has never been a gloomy, dreary evening in his life; he cannot feel the freshness of a frosty day if he has never felt the warmth of a flooded stove, cannot experience the happiness of awakening if he has never been immersed in the bliss of sleep. The imperative mood verbs (“wake up”, “open”, “appear”, “look”) in the first and second stanzas urge the reader to feel the fullness of life. We will feel the harmony of life, and then the cloudy sky will surely turn into blue skies, flakes of snow, whirling by an evil blizzard, will become “magnificent carpets”, the lonely blackening “transparent forest” will again be dense, and the brown filly will transform into an “impatient horse”.

Frost and sun; wonderful day! You are still asleep, lovely friend - It's time, beauty, wake up: Open your eyes closed with bliss Towards the northern Aurora, Appear as the star of the north! Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry, There was a haze in the cloudy sky; The moon, like a pale spot, Through the gloomy clouds turned yellow, And you sat sad - And now ... look out the window: Under the blue skies Magnificent carpets, Shining in the sun, the snow lies; The transparent forest alone turns black, And the spruce turns green through the frost, And the river shines under the ice. The whole room is the amber sheen of Ozaren. A flooded stove crackles with a merry crack. Nice to think by the couch. But you know: shouldn't you tell the Brown Mare to be put into the sledge? Gliding through the morning snow, Dear friend, let us indulge in the run of the Impatient horse And visit the empty fields, The forests, recently so thick, And the coast, dear to me.

"Winter Morning" is one of the brightest and most joyful works of Pushkin. The poem was written with iambic tetrameter, to which Pushkin resorted quite often in those cases when he wanted to give his poems a special sophistication and lightness.

From the first lines, the duet of frost and sun creates an unusually festive and optimistic mood. To enhance the effect, the poet builds his work on contrast, mentioning that only yesterday “the blizzard was angry” and “the haze was hovering in the cloudy sky”. Perhaps, each of us is well aware of such metamorphoses, when, in the middle of winter, endless snowfalls are replaced by a sunny and clear morning, filled with silence and inexplicable beauty.

On such days it is simply a sin to sit at home, no matter how cozy the fire crackles in the fireplace. Especially if outside the window there are amazingly beautiful landscapes - a river shining under the ice, a forest and meadows powdered with snow, which resemble a snow-white blanket woven by someone's skillful hand.

Each line of the verse is literally permeated with freshness and purity, as well as admiration and admiration for beauty. native land, which at any time of the year never ceases to amaze the poet. There is no pretentiousness and restraint in the verse, but at the same time each line is permeated with warmth, grace and harmony. In addition, simple joys in the form of a toboggan ride bring true happiness and help to fully experience all the greatness of Russian nature, changeable, luxurious and unpredictable. Even in the contrasting description of bad weather, which is intended to emphasize the freshness and brightness of a sunny winter morning, there is no usual thickening of colors: a snow storm is presented as a fleeting phenomenon that is not able to darken the expectations of a new day filled with majestic tranquility.

At the same time, the author himself never ceases to be amazed at such dramatic changes that took place in just one night. As if nature itself acted as a tamer of an insidious blizzard, forcing her to change her anger to mercy and, thereby, gave people an amazingly beautiful morning, filled with frosty freshness, the creak of fluffy snow, the ringing silence of silent snowy plains and the charm of the sun's rays, shimmering with all colors rainbows in frosty window patterns.

Lyrics by A.S. Pushkin about winter - an excellent tool to look at the snowy and cold weather with different eyes, to see in it the beauty that gray everyday life and dirty streets hide from us. It was not in vain that they said that nature does not have bad weather.

Painting by Viktor Grigorievich Tsyplakov "Frost and Sun"

WINTER MORNING

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still asleep, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your eyes closed with bliss
Towards the northern Aurora
Appear as the star of the north!

Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the dull sky haze was worn;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the gloomy clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:

Under blue skies
Great carpets
Glittering in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river shines under the ice.

The whole room is amber shine
Illuminated. Merry bang
A flooded stove crackles.
Nice to think by the couch.
But you know: shouldn't you tell the sled
Harness the brown filly?

Gliding in the morning snow
Dear friend, let’s indulge in running
Impatient horse
And visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

Painting by Alexei Savrasov "Courtyard. Winter"

WINTER EVENING

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
How a beast she will howl
It will cry like a child
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly it will rustle with straw,
How a belated traveler
He will knock at our window.

Our dilapidated hovel
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Has it fallen silent by the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are weary
Or do you doze under the buzz
Your spindle?

Let's have a drink, good friend
Poor youth of mine,
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a girl
In the morning I went to fetch water.

The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
How a beast she will howl
It will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
Poor youth of mine,
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.

Painting by Alexei Savrasov "Winter road"