What is the originality of the heroine of Tsvetaevsky love lyrics. Love Lyrics Tsvetaeva: Rainbow feelings
To understand the creativity of Marina Tsvetaeva, you need to look at it first, as a person for whom to live - meant to love. Her verses of love did not compose, and their soul gave birth. Marina Ivanovna brought into poetry the strongest motive of unrequited, insulted, lost love, which is accompanied by separation, disappointment, longing. If young Tsvetaeva, she is silent with happy unrest, then in later her work acquires a tragic color: distinctive trait Love poetess - initial degradation on separation. Tsvetaevsky love is always a conflict leading to a rupture. Many people inspired her for creativity - men and women, she "madly fond of" them. Meetings could be "full-time" and "absentee", but they all left the trail in her work.
The heroine of the love poems of the Tsvetaeva Multicolia is the submissive "beautiful, self-help, in itself is not the powerful, voluptuous" Manon Lesko, the seducer Carmen, which the poetess makes a pair of Don Juan, the bold Gypsy Mariula, Military Amazon, Vigode. Love for them is a lightning feel, glowing, separating from the ground.
In the poem "divorced you in a glass" (1918) the author comes to us in the image of a sorceress, which brings a loved one: "Diva him in a glass // Handwood of loud hair. // so as not to eat, so as not to peer, // did not dig, not I slept. // so that the journey is not a joy, // so that sugar is not in sweetness, // so as not to be laid in the darkness of the night // with a young wife. "
In its cycle, Don-Zhuan poems (1917), Tsvetaeva decided to reflect on who is this hero-lover. And why he gave pleasure to conquer female hearts. The poetess is trying to understand how the relationship between a man and a woman is being built, and what exactly is important for each of them. We all accustomed to believe that Don Juan is simply collecting female hearts, but Tsvetaeva is convinced that if this literary character really existed, he was deeply unhappy. After all, he was looking for all his life that the only thing that could make him happy. Having in love with women, Don Juan dreamed of a strong union, but every time he felt frustrated. Finding on the topic of relationships with a man of such a warehouse of character, the poetess presented himself in the role of the Beloved Don Juan and noted with sadness: "In my depreciation there is no place to kiss." Russia, in her opinion, is deprived of the romance that Europe has, so such a slate, as the hero of her poems, would have to be very hard in this northern country. Plus to all, the Russian young ladies are very pragmatic, and to conquer their hearts by languid serenades, and there is not so easy to visit under the moon. According to the author, the unfortunate Don Juan would simply died in a snowy and unlocking Russia from longing and inability to fall in love with women. However, the poetess itself is ready to succumb to Charm of this amazing person. She notes that her heart is already conquered, although it contradicts common sense, because for Don-Juan everything is happening - only fascinating game: "You came to me. Your list is full, Don Juan! " In her words, there is a lot of irony and light sadness, because his imaginary beloved poetess understands how no one else. She knows that in the soul he is alone and suffers from what he does not know how to love truly. It is for this reason that Tsvetaeva reveals openly: "There was no Don-Zhuana - Donna Anna!" The one that could become the only and unique for him is to suffer from this cynic and the seducer, for whom women feelings mean nothing, and the tears of numerous beloved cause a smug victory smile.
The poem "I like that you are not sick with me ..." (1915) Dedicated to her husband of Marina's sister Tsvetaeva Mauritius Alexandrovich Mintz. It is strange to hear from a young woman, just three years in marriage, recognition in "dislike" to another man. Knowing Marina, who fell in love every time with a new force, selflessly, giving it to this feeling to the end, you understand why such a poem appeared. But the love of the sister, of course, would never allow the poetess to cross a certain face, after which, as they say, the Earth leaves from under his feet, that in the poetic arrangement sounded like this: "What is never a heavy globe // never float under our feet" . The heroine of the poem certainly produces an impression already enough sophisticated in the love affairs of a woman. After all, she lists a lot of signs of how a love date is happening: meetings "withdrawn by clock", "Walking under the moon", "Sun above the heads." Most likely, she has already experienced a strong attraction to a man, which was then replaced by disappointment, and now love for her is akin to the disease. Therefore, she even begins his monologue with some relief: "I like that you are not sick with me, // I like that I am not sick." The lyrical heroine says that they are in an equal situation, and therefore no one will suffer, because, as you know, one always loves, and the other just allows himself to love. Such an "equality" even externally underlined Anaphor at the beginning of the poem. Then the heroine is quite detached arguing about what advantages gives "dislike": "I like that it is possible to be funny - // Lyubilica - and not to play words, // And do not blush a suffocating wave, // Sleeping with a slightly snapped. // I I also like that you are with me // quietly hug another, // Do not read me in hell // burn for the fact that I don't have you. " But suddenly she seems to say: "My gentle". And it may be the impression that the heroine of himself has repeatedly appealed to his imaginary interlocutor. So gradually, herself without noticing, she begins to talk about the innermost dream of any girl: "What is never in church silence // do not prescribe: Hallelujah!". After all, it is precisely the rite of wedding must forever join loving hearts before God. The final part of the poem is written quite in another emotional vein. This is already an expression of deep appreciation to a person who, it turns out, loves the heroine, not knowing: "Thank you and heart and hand // for what you are not knowing me! - // Love so much: For my night rest, // For the rarity of the meetings with clums, These endless reasons for gratitude are expressed by Anaphoric repetitions: it seems that they are too much. But the last two lines with repeating interjections "Alas!" And they give out the heroine: here it sounds no covered regret that they did not rush to the ohut of feelings with his head. If at the beginning of his recognition, the heroine appeals to the addressee slightly ironically, emphasizing the distance between them polite "you" with capital letter, By the end, the work takes a confessional character. It turns out, the heroine is ready to suffer and suffer if necessary.
In poems, color love is replaced by jealousy. Ironically bitterly speaks with a beloved of the thrown heroine, giving the other woman, a simple, for whom she was thrown in the poem "Attempt by Jealousy" (1924): "How do you live with another, - // is it easier? - Punch of the oars! - // Liniya Bereghevoy // Soon the memory moved "," How does it live with a snone // woman? Without deities? "," How do you live with earthly // woman, without sixthirs // feelings? // Well, for the head: happy? // No? In the failure without depth - // How does it live, cute? Little, // is it like me with another? ". The heroine is offended by treason, she wants to be selfishly vulnerable to her beloved by the fact that it was not alone, and emphasize their uniqueness for him, divinity. Antithesis reception brightly distinguishes the image of an abandoned heroine and the image of another woman.
In the poem "yesterday still looked ..." (1920) The cry of the soul of the heroine merges with the "scream of women of all times": "My dear thing that I did." The sincerity of love is divided into the coldness of the beloved. The lyrical heroine asks, wondering, exclaims, and this line sounds like a question, then as reproach, then rhetorically, and at the end of the poem it turns into exclamation. The first phrase "yesterday also looked into the eyes, // and now - everything mows to the side!" Charges the main theme of the poem, characteristic of the work of color, is the relationship between the man and women, the disunity of their souls. Rhythm poem excited. Pulsing refrain transmits tensions, anxiety, confusion of lyrical heroine. Here there is a context of pain from hopelessness and loneliness: "The vitality of both hand shows, // life fell - a penny rust!" The heartbeat is accelerated: "On the cry of women of all times; // the detebian stand on the court." The heroine speaks more in the past time, because it was in her past real life, there is no future, there is no love, and without love there is no life: "Where love is retreated, // the death-gardener will approach there." The semantics of the poem is built around the opposition of the I-subject and the object. They are characterized by diametrically opposing qualities: I am stupid, you are a smart, I am dumbfounded, you are alive. Blood as a symbol of hiding key full-fledged life It turns into an abandoned woman into the water, its tears are also water, as it is not able to influence the man. The lyrical heroine is one with his misfortune: "And tears to her - water, and blood - // Water, in the blood, washed in tears!". Thus, quite ordinary languages \u200b\u200band techniques under the talented feather of Marina Tsvetaeva are converted into a bright and strong image of a lyrical heroine, from which the beloved has left, transmit confusion of feelings, pain and insult.
Marina Tsvetaeva is the brightest representative of the lyrical poetry of the 20th century, along with the Anna of these two famous women compare all the time, they are looking for similarity and differences, common intonations, style and manner of writing poems. However, with a careful study of this issue, it can be found that Tsvetaeva and Akhmatova are completely different creative units: both ice is not like a flaper and Tsvetaeva far to Akhmatova. The heroine of the poems Anna Akhmatova, on the person she writes, is the nature aristocratic, discreet, inclined to analyze the feelings, emotions, actions.
Tsvetaeva - not Akhmatova
Love Lyrics Tsvetaeva is represented by the heroine, which is very emotional, is open, sometimes inconsistent, changeable. She is not engaged in contemplation of the world, rarely falls into the autumn mood of an unrequited feeling. She gives all her love - without a residue, dust and emotionally. By the way, Marina Tsvetaeva Bentworthy Anna Akhmatov, was all his life by its admirer.
In verses she is different
Love Lyrics Tsvetaeva, whose verses are called the poetic heritage of the 20th century, the bicon: in it sacrifice and persistence, affirmation and questionality. This split can be traced in many of its works.
The heroine of Tsvetaeva is also different: sometimes it behaves like a woman sophisticated in love affairs, who looks at the manifestation of feelings and behavior in relation to her in love ("Where does such tenderness come from?"), Sometimes she presents himself a sorcerer (" Not an hour, no more ... "). From the faithful wife ("S.E.") can reincarnate in the mistress, which rejected ("Gypsy passion of separation"). The heroine of poems Tsvetaeva often tells about men who once loved her, but now their feelings for her fell. The storyteller in the following lines shows his powerful and capricious nature and makes a fairly expressive chief chosen one who does not dream of it and does not praise as before: "Yesterday I was still in my feet!".
Poems. Parse
Let's try to disassemble several poems to reveal the features of the love lyrics of Tsvetaeva, the works of which are reviewed in the souls of modern poetry lovers, which in itself is not so amazing.
Despite the fact that Marina Tsvetaeva lived in a timely distant time from us, its works are still relevant. After all, human feelings and emotions, which are so figuratively displayed in her work, are unchanged. In addition, she falls in love with their poems thanks to the amazing talent to express his world mercy in simple and understandable to each lines: here you do not need to nurture over the words, trying to penetrate into the essence of a poetic work.
The Lyric Lingerie of Tsvetaeva in the verse "as the right and left hand" fascinates with its femininity, the softness of words, tender intonation:
We are adjacent, blissfully and warm
Like the right and left wing.
But the whirlwind gets up - and the abyss ran
From right - to the left wing!
The storyteller reveals a similarity, the identity of the souls in the first two rows. And this state of generality causes the heroes of this verse, the feeling of comfort and comfort, which, unfortunately, lasts quite long. The latest vest offers are demonstrated by the abyss formed between two loving, which becomes an irresistible obstacle. Tsvetaeva the words of his heroine, as it were, confirms the well-known thesis: Happiness is not forever. No matter how we really want.
And a look of youth to the world
In the poem "From a fairy tale - in a fairy tale" an adult heroine looks at the world with surprised girl's eyes and asks his chosen to help her to remain young in relation to life and love relationships:
Wonder do not bother me
Be like a boy in a terrible secret
And in rabies she is gentle
Love Lyrics Tsvetaeva in the poem "to be gentle, mad and noisy" shows the driving of heroine and a range of contradictory emotions and overwhelming her feelings. Everywhere the reader sees the use by the author antithesis, for example: "Emerver-pink is paler than everyone." This poem was written by Tsvetaeva during her stay with her husband and daughter in Feodosia. Apparently, then Tsvevaeva was in a state of knowledge of the world, the taking of life is what it is. Therefore, the poetess uses such verbs as "to be" and "become". The heroine of the verse is interesting not only the worldBut her own feelings: she captures in words cute little things. For example, a bracelet that she sees "on this narrow, this long my hand." However, studying himself like from the side, the heroine speaks of oblivion, apparently, finding and in this state, too, a certain sense of existence:
And hair shine.
And ends with a verse by philosophical peering into the future. The author denotes its reflections on the inviolability of the world:
And they will also hide the moon
And melting snow
When this young will be sown,
Adorable eyelid.
Love Lyrics Tsvetaeva includes and reasoning about the confrontation of the floors. In the poem "under the caressing Plush Plalt", the storytellor slowly talks about the "duel of the peculiarity", in which it is unclear, who from two lovers, the role of production is assigned, and to whom the hunter, and who still came out the winner of this confrontation of individuals. For these questions, it does not find a response.
Love and death lowered
The Love Lyrics of Marina Tsvetaeva affects the eternal theme of the struggle of love and death. In verse "Love! Love!" They lead the battle in the limitless world of poeses. Feelings of the storytellers change: at first she is incredulous, then passionate, later confused. And all this should be escaped. In general, this is a work about the victory of love over death. For some people who lyrical heroine Describes the words "ripe, lackless and lackless", love is Western. The heroine of this poems, unlike them, does not want to keep his heart on the heart. " She is committed to freedom and confident that it will reach this goal, because she has "a pair of wing of beautiful."
How diverse is a love lyrics M. Tsvetaeva! Poems It is immense. Her verses are eternal. They are love, which means that they are notch.
N. I. Kopylova
About love in lyrics M. Tsvetaeva and A. Akhmatova:
comparative analysis
Anna Akhmatova and Marina Tsvetaeva - these names in the consciousness of readers are mutually as a magnet, attract each other, and especially in love lyrics. And this is understandable, since the poets often talk about one, although in different ways. So, for lyric heroines Lyrics A. Akhmatova and M. Tsvetaeva love - this is primar of all pain:
From love your mysteriousFor both of the main in love lyrics, the state of the abandoned, dashed woman is. Therefore, so naturally Tsvetaeva and Akhmatov (in this order) lines merge as if into one poem, one in the development of its meaning:
How from pain, shouting in a cry ...
(433)Pain, familiar, as the eyes - palm,
Like lips -
Name of his own child.
Yesterday I looked in my eyes.
And now - everything mows to the side!
Yesterday, even before the birds sat -
All the larks are now crows!
(152)Oh, life without tomorrow!
Catch treason in every word
And decreasing love
Star rises for me.
(158)
In this experiment, as we see, there is not even a rhythmic dissonance with the difference in artistic manners lyrics of poets in general.
The general motive sounds in lyrics A. Akhmatova and M. Tsvetaeva ratio of the same lyrical heroine to the opponent: indifference, a feeling of proud female superiority, but not envy and not jealousy to her - "simple woman", "Truh Market" (M. Tsvevaeva ), "Frozokka" (A. Akhmatova).
But is it so often two voices of women poets merge into one in the subject of love? Not. And this is talking about the perception with a wide reader of their love lyrics. In this perception there are curious features. To the question, whose love lyrics - A. Akhmatova or M. Tsvetaeva - you like more, men are much more likely to answer: "Of course, A. Akhmatova."
More than once came from men's mouth to the lyrical heroine M. Tsvetaeva to hear: "So it is hysterical!" Of course, this is not a literary assessment. And this is not an absolute, but a completely definite trend of perception, the following from our readers survey. It is not only the fact of real everyday psychology, but reflecting it, penetrated into modern poetry. We will quote the poem A. Queen, written as the answer M. Tsvetaeva:
with a woman without sixthWe will be fair: this is not the whole point of poem, it is more difficult. But still, this is part of the meaning.
feelings live without hysterical
without convulsions and grimace
cramp and catatat
deposited
written on Levukas ...
Gesture gesture
but lives the right word
With a woman without deities
As for the sinus of Christ.
Another feature of the perception of lyrics M. Tsvetaeva lies in the fact that it is attributed to the male, strong beginning. But the paradox is that the question of whose love lyrics is A.Akhmatova or M. Tsvetaeva - you like more, women are much more often answered: "Of course, M. Tsvetaeva!".
So what is deeply female in lyrics M. Tsvetaeva? And what is different in the feeling of love M. Tsvetaeva and A. Akhmatova? Answer these questions is the purpose of our further reasoning.
So, the first "but" between the lyrical heroines of A. Akhmatova and M. Tsvetaeva. Let us give a few quotes from lyrics A. Akhmatova different years:
I know how to love,It is necessary to be a psychologically brilliant woman to clothe a big feeling (and not just a coquetry) in the form, the desired beloved: "Choose" a look, smile, pose, fraudulent shortness.
I know how humble and tend to be.
I can look into the eyes with a smile
Manthawn, calling and ifing.
(303)I know how to love. I am fragrant.
I'm so timidly gentle and always silent.
Only my eyes say.
(303)* * *
I have a smile alone:
So, the movement of a little prominent lips.
For you, I am her shore -
After all, she is given to me with love.
(56)Villages like a porcelain idol,
In a position chosen by it for a long time.
(98)
What is similar to this focus from lyrics M. Tsvetaeva? There is nothing. Not at all. No in her lyrics of love-game, never see yourself from the side. In return game there is a unstable avalanche of feelings in all its pouring strength and openness. In all its activity, if you can say so:
I get you in all lands, all heavens.Sometenually? Like a man? On the contrary. Here is a deep female nature, only the other than in the lyrics A. Akhmatova. I will contact authoriters. So, by the city of Flaubert, the connoisseur of the female soul, said that when a man truly loves, he robeth; When a woman truly loves, - it acts. But reflections on the male and female philosopher of the Akhmatovsky-Tsvetsevsky era of N. Berdyaev. They are directly related to our analysis: "... Women's nature is so prone to ... Wildness. Women's hysteria has a connection with this feature of the female nature, and its metaphysical roots. With this is connected and all high in the woman, and low in it , a terrible alien of her nature is a male ... A woman is often genius in love, her attitude to love is universal, she puts all the completeness of their nature in love ... A man is likely talented than ingenious in love, his attitude to love is not universal. .. He does not invest in love in love ... And in the elements of female love there is something terribly terrible for a man, something is terrible and absorbing as the ocean. The claims of female love are so immense that they can never be fulfilled by a man. The hopeless tragedy of love grows on this basis. " Hence the repulsion of the male soul of an essential female start in love lyrics M. Tsvetaeva. By the way, it rarely, which woman in life, at least once I did not hear in my address: "Yes, you are hysterical!"
Because the forest is my cradle, and the grave is a forest.
Because I stand on Earth - only one foot.
Because I sleep about you - like no other.
I'll get you away from all time, at all nights,
All golden banners, all swords,
I'll throw the keys and dogs run from the porch -
Because in the earth's night I am faithful to PSA.
I replete you to all others - that one, one,
You will not be a draw of the groom, I am a draw my wife.
And in the last dispute, I will take you - silent! -
That with whom Jacob standing in the night.
(56)
So, the love is unrestrained, immense, open in recognition of his beloved - a feeling of deeply female. In their literary origins, it is akin to the love of Tatyana Larina, which pours out in the act - E. Onegin's letter. But the sign of equality can not be put here, as the expression of love of the lyrical heroine M. Tsvetaeva hyperbolized by another time, century, character!
However, let's go further in the feeling of the following "but" in love lyrics A. Akhmatova and M. Tsvetaeva. The second difference is that. The lyric heroine of A. Akhmatova Muse: It is endowed with the knowledge of the proximity of shower - male and female (the motive, going by literary roots in the love lyrics F. Tyutchev). This knowledge for lyrical heroine is bitter, which has experienced experiences and life. Knowledge of bitter, but understood by lyrical heroine as a psychological law:
There are a cherished feature in the proximity of people,The lyric heroine of M. Tsvetaeva, as if not understanding this law. Or does not want to understand:
She does not go to love and passion -
Let in a terrible silence merge mouth
And the heart rushes from love to pieces,
And friendship here is powerless, and years
High and Fiery Happiness ...Seeking insane, and her
Those who have reached - amazed toast ...
(83)
Like right and left handIt is important that the "whirlwind" between loving in the lyrics of M. Tsvetaeva is not psychological, not from the inside of their relationship, as in lyrics A. Akhmatova (and earlier - in lyrics F. Tyutchev), but from the outside: an international, space, something like:
Your soul is close to my soul.
We are mixed blissfully and warm
Like the right and left wing.
But the vortex gets up - and the abyss ran
From the right to the left wing.
(144)
Ras-standing: Melts, miles ...The desire of the lyrical heroine M. Tsvetaeva to the erasure of the face between his soul and his soul beloved is also very feminine. Turn to the science of psychology. In recently released scientific labor Psychology human relations We read: "... a man prefers common with a woman on long waves, and a woman on short", "to be frank, revealed and understand the woman; see the secret and riddle in a woman would like a man." And if you reopen N. Berdyaev again, you can not not pay attention to his reflections on the connection of men and women on the floor and spirit. Love, on N. Berdyaev, this is not "carrying the burden of the" World "and" Paul ", and" creative boldness ", love is always" not from this world ", it expresses world harmony and in spiritual terms to the merger of the shower, To "Androgynism." In this sense, Lyric Lyrics M. Tsvetaeva and A. Akhmatova are located on opposite poles.
We were raised, Ras-Sadili,
To quietly led
On two different ends of the earth.
(287)
Enhance, jealousy, generic principle, on N. Berdyaev, is in the field, but not in love. We will not judge whether this judgment is fairly fair, we only note that the named feelings are expressed in love lyrics A. Akhmatova. In it to the legs of the lyrical heroine - Jealousy Men's:
Whispers: "I will not regretShe and such a gift, as the faithfulness of the men's, not necessary lyrical heroine:
Even what I love -
Or be completely mine,
Or I will kill you. "
I have to buzz me like a fuel,
Incessantly so many days.
This most boring argument
Black jealousy.
(143)
I chose myself.In lyrics A. Akhmatova, a very often suffering role belongs to a man. He is "tortured", "Boy-toy", "Incoming". The trouble of love may happen to him:
My heart is my friend:
I let go on the will
In his annunciation.
Yes, the pigeon is returned,
Beats wings in glass ...
(111)
So when the trouble happened to you.The lyrical heroine of M. Tsvetaeva says: "... I did not bring the chambers in love with one in love." For lyrics, M. Tsvetaeva, that the flour of love, suffering is only feminine. Here is a figurative expression of this thought:
The trouble happened - you knew her.
Now you know that there is nothing in the world
It can not be compared and quenched.
That thirst, which comes once in a century,
Or maybe less often, poor friend.
Not winds of free oceans,
Neither the smell of rainforests
Neither gold nor vodka kabatskaya
Neither the Skipper Street Cognac,
Neither music when she is heavenly
It becomes and takes us up ...
Neither even by the memory of blissful
About first and permanent love
Nor saying that people call glory
For what other agrees to die ...
(379)
Two trees want to each other.Fun in love, mischief, smile ... We will find all this in lyrics A. Akhmatova, but not M. Tsvetaeva. The words "cheerful", "naughty" are found in the Akhmatov lines often:
Two trees. Opposite my house.What is smaller, pulls hands
As a woman, from lived last
Stretched out - watch brutally
How stretches - to the other,
What older, stricter and - who knows?
More unhappy, perhaps.
(327)
To me with you drunk fun -But in lyrics A. Akhmatova, and again, not M. Tsvetaeva, there are many cruel jokes, evil, curses, disgusted, betrayal, invading love relationships:
There is no point in your stories.
(31)Anyone from your green eyes
OS. merry drive away
(59)I will not drink wine with you,
Because you are a boy mischievous.
(69)
You pushed me. And torture lastedIn the love lyrics of M. Tsvetaeva, this is not, it is simply unthinkable, it is impossible. All these shades of the feeling of lyrical heroine A. Akhmatova go from the understanding of love as passion, love as a struggle, the fighting of the souls (the literary origins of the motives again go to the lyrics of F. Tyutchev). In the love lyrics of M. The colorful soul of the lyrical heroine is not "equivalent", there is also no struggle, the fight, there is only self-dedication to your beloved person. He is "welcome", "sorough", "disease"!
And as a criminal languished
Love performed by evil.
(158)* * *
I kissed you for that
To be tormented, loving,
So that now calmly and tired
With disgust remember you.
(142)* * *
You ask what I did with you,
Presented in love with love and fate
I betray you ...
The next difference between the love lyrics of poets is that the lyrical heroine A. Akhmatova always carries the memory of love in his soul, whether it is a memory-gravity or gratitude memory: "Yours, love memory! "," But memory About you, like that burning bush, all the terrible seven years I will light my way. "
M. Tsvetaeva no similar. Her lyrical heroine is extremely impregnated, the sense of love never lives for her in the past, she does not stretch to him with memories:
I already have you do not,Instead of memory in love lyrics, M. Tsvetaeva - Equality-sash as an instantaneous and forever disappointment in love. In verses A. Akhmatova we will find everything: and the premonition of love, and its origin, and development, and the memory of it. In verses, M. Tsvetaeva, as it were, love is expressed at first glance and until the first disappointment. And in the life of M. Tsvetaeva, I said: "I always start with love and ending with acquaintance."
Cute - and not because
With the first mail - did not write.
And not because these
Rows written with sadness
You will disassemble laughing.No, friend! - It is easier,
This is a forest than annoyance:
I already have you do not -
Because that - because
I already have you do not.
Akhmatova the topic of love is often intertwined with a civilian theme - the theme of the country, not abandoned by it. The lyrical heroine of Akhmatova can throw a loved one:
We have no meeting. We are in different countries,Somehow A. Akhmatova said about B. Inrete and about himself: "It's good that I did not take me with me: I would return ... aged Parisian." In lyrics M. Tsvetaeva, and in its fate there are simply no such borders for love. "And there is no such pit, and there is no such abyss," where she would not like to be near her beloved:
There we are calling me tightly
Where is the brother of Droke in bloody wounds,
Having accepted an angelic crown?
(156)
On ice - loved, on mine - Favorite,We will not judge what love is above: "happier" (and at the same time bitter) love for Motherland A. Akhmatova or Women's Support Love of the lyrical heroine M. Tsvetaeva, since both of them are equally unfortunate. Better to summarize the brief results of the comparison. They are such. Lyrics A. Akhmatova is infinitely diverse and psychologically bottomless. In love lyrics M. Tsvetaeva more "high illness", elements of feelings, female self-dedication. It can be said that in love lyrics A. Akhmatova as a whole more psychological maturity, experience; In love lyrics M. Tsvetaeva - more than eternal youth. Maybe even so: in love lyrics A. Akhmatova more female, attracting male, and in love lyrics M. Tsvetaeva - more than ever feminine, calling for spiritual height in love. In their love lyrics there are consonant and a warm up, as it is in the souls of different women: those who love their lyrics; And those who can be not even familiar with her.
On the ice, in Guiana, in Geenne - Favorite!
(340)
(331 Word) Marina Tsvetaeva - Russian poetess silver century. What is noteworthy, she was free from any canons literary directionthat is, her poems did not belong to any existing creative group. However, the creation of his own school, Tsvetaeva did not strive. Its poetry is difficult to introduce to some one style, syllable and subject, because it is pretty pedestrian and diverse: it is love, and politics, and social topics, and nature, and messages. But still the lyrical poems of Tsvetaeva about love cause the greatest delight from readers, such works open in man genuine emotions: and compassion, and sadness, and delight.
The famous poetess poetess "I like that you are not sick with me ..." So familiar to all of us at the x \\ f "Irony of Fate or with a Light Steam", where she sounded from the mouth Nadi under her guitar game. The poem is really very touching, brings a little sadness, but does not drive in a longing, but no matter how little makes you think. The phrase "For our non-walking under the moon" causes mixed feelings, is incomprehensible - it's good for a lyrical heroine, or still she grieves about what was not? The mood of the work is very lyrical, even kind, although in places confuses with its ambiguous.
No less penetrating and familiar poem Marina Tsvetaeva - "Yesterday more ..." - this is the so-called "cry of the soul" of the lyrical heroine, which appeals to his beloved rhetorical questionrepeated on the entire text: "My cute, what did I do?". The heroine does not understand why in one moment her beloved refused her and "kisses another." Words are simple and understandable, as if it were not poems of great poetess, but a kind of confession of an ordinary woman who lost love.
One very very emotional work - "Attempt by jealousy." This is also a certain appeal to the beloved who betrayed the lyrical heroine and now "lives with another." This poem stands out that in it there are a lot of questions literally provoking on emotions, for some scandal. It creates a colossal energy, and it reads in one breath.
In conclusion, I would like to say that Marina Tsvetaeva is not just a poetess, but also a woman. She has very beautiful and heartfelt poems that will be presented to pretrate not only women, but also men.
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I. About the lyrical hero M. Tsvetaeva.
II. Love - main topic Poets M. Tsvetaeva.
1. A feeling that does not know the boundaries.
2. Love for homeland.
3. Love and death.
III. Eternal love theme.
Love! Love! And convulsions and in the coffin
Wrapped - I pretext - confused - rushing.
About Honey! Neither in the coffin,
I will not say in the cloud with you.
M. Tsveyev
To the poems of Marina Tsvetaeva, not applicable concept of lyric hero as a subject of statements, not identical to the author of the work: its lyrical heroine is always equal to the personality of the poet. The law of its lyrics is the limit, absolute sincerity. And all the works written by it - about love. Wastn a poetess of his poems, they were always dictated by love: to man, by the way, to life and even to death.
Love for Marina Tsvetaeva - a feeling that does not know the boundaries that does not recognize the framework. You can declare about love - scroll! - Worldwide:
I wrote on a sticky board,
And on the leaflets of Ferres of faded,
And on the river, and on the sea sand,
Skates on ice, and a ring on the glasses, -
And on the trunks that hundreds of winters,
And finally, - so that everyone has been known! -
What do you love! Love! Love! Love! -
Signed - rainbow heavenly.
Love is always a miracle, a mystery; It turns out, wondering, captivates ... four times repeated first line of poem "Where does such tenderness? .." creates an unusual rhythmic pattern, a special poetic intonation of the work:
Where does this tenderness come from?
Not the first - these curls
Smoothing and lips
I knew - the darkness of yours.
Boiled and gasli stars
(Where did this tenderness come from?),
Boiled and gasli eyes
At my verychie ...
In the article "Poet and Time" M. Tsvevaeva writes: "Any poet is essentially an emigrant ... an emigrant of the kingdom of heaven and earthly paradise of nature ... an emigrant from immorty in time. Non-return in his sky. " The topic of love for native land sounds in color tragically. Permanent loneliness, spiritual cosmopolitism poetess, which she pays for "Caps", for Godbragurance, makes it an eternal, incurable pain:
So the edge did not save me
My as the most teer
Along the whole soul, the whole is across!
The big spot will not please!
Any house I am alien to me, everyone is empty for me,
And everything is equal, and everything is one.
But if on the road - bush
Rises, especially - Rowan ...
Pause, having broken down the words of renunciation, speaks of love to his homeland eloquent than the most ardent, pathetic gloriousness.
The theme of death occupies a special place in the work of the poetess. Death seems to not stop life, unable to interrupt dialogue poetess with alive. The theme of the poem "Go easy, on me similar ..." - life and death. It is built as a dialogue with an imaginary descendant, and this dialogue sounds clear and strongly, "the voice from under the ground" does not confuse, does not stake, he claims: Life is one. And simple cemetery flowers, and a refusal of hypocritical grief, and a reminder: I was too! I loved to laugh! - All this claims: there is no death, there is eternal love, Strength, binding and living, and who lived once. This feeling makes Marina look closely at the portrait on the wall (the poem "grandmother"), tells her the amazing oxymoron: "Young Grandma". And exclamation:
- Grandmother! - This cruel rebellion
In my heart - isn't you from you? .. -
about the same: life continues, and death makes love for life with a brighter, acute.
Whatever Marina Tsvetaeva wrote - about native land, about loved ones and expensive people, about joy and suffering - all her works are combined with one topic: These are the poems of love. Eternal, inexhaustible, urgent topic, inspiring poets, close to everyone who makes us people.
Man and Nature in the lyrics of Zabolotsky
Plan
I. Singer of nature.
II. Philosophical character lyrics N. Zabolotsky.
1. The theme of death and immortality.
2. Harmony in the world of nature.
3. On the beauty of human persons.
III. Eternal questions.
There is no more beautiful in the world.
Silent gloom graves - the tomorrow is empty.
I lived my life, I did not see peace:
There is no rest in the world. Everywhere life and me.
N. Zabolotsky
Give me, starner, corner,
Saw me in old squawnik!
Give you a soul in a pledge
For your blue snowdrops ...
These words belong to Nikolay Zabolotsky, poet, in whose poems nature appears to be beautiful and mysterious. He knew how to see the face of the horse, he penetrated the secret of the architecture of forests, he had respectfully given animals with the names:
Sleeping animal dog
Dorming bird sparrow.
Nikolai Zabolotsky represented the universe as a unified system of living and non-living forms of matter, which are in eternal interaction and mutual entertainment. A person is part of nature, but not a soulless screw, which occupies times and forever a certain place in a well-established mechanism, but rather part of the body, where each cell is indispensable.
The main question of philosophy, the question of life, death and immortality for the poet is inextricably linked with nature. Death, "the unwarked world of foggy transformations", contemptant:
... Milongs of new generations
Fill this world sparkling miracles
And the structure of nature will be completed ...
Man is immortal, as it is part of nature. And we are not talking about immortality, carried out as a circulation of substances in nature, not even about reincarnation, when the soul forgetting himself looks at the world with strangers:
I will not die, my friend. Breathing flowers
I find yourself in this world.
Centuries-old oak my live soul
The roots will drive, segregated and harsh.
In his large sheets, I will give the mind
With the help of the branches my thoughts,
So that they are from the darkness of the forests hung
And you were involved in a conscious of mine.
The nature of alive, spiritualized, because life is eternal and endless, because from every branch, from each flower we look at us, there are immortal human souls for us.
Is there a harmony in nature, which our soul is so threamed? Zabolotsky writes:
I am not looking for harmony in nature.
Reasonable proportionity began
Neither in the depths of the rocks or in clear sky
I still, alas, did not distinguish ...
It seems everything is clear, and an attempt to impose any scheme to nature is doomed to failure. An animation of nature is only a "sample of human pain":
And at this hour, sad nature
Lies around, sighing hard,
And she did not cute wild freedom,
Where evil is inseparable from good.
Nature is reflected in the mirror of human faces. The poems of Zabolotsky are forced to look at themselves: who are you, man? What is like your face: "" Much portals, where everywhere the great seems to be in small, "or miserable shack, or a born dungeon? Fortunately,
... There are faces - similar songs.
From these, like the sun shining notes
Composed song of heavenly heights.
It means that every person builds the world around us, everyone is responsible for harmony in nature. Sin against the laws of morality and beauty, a person answers not only before his conscience, but in front of the whole nature, which is not just a habitat, but a cradle, mother, life itself.
There is no inanimate nature for Zabolotsky. The juniper bush, which was - in a dream, in the irrational world of the human soul, appears in the indisputable materiality: in a ring of amethyst berries, in the light smell of resin, in a bare-by-catching branches. And acquires an inexplicable, almost mystical power over the human soul, walking in memory, anxious, putting in a longing ... "God will forgive you, juniper bush!"
Juniper bush, juniper bush,
Cooling cashewing
Lightweight, barely giving resin,
Piercing me deadly needle!
The person is great and small, free and fed by a reliable chain of unwritten laws. He is a product and creator of nature. Poetry Nikolay Zabolotsky makes it difficult to think about the eternal issues - about life and death, about eternity and fate, about the place, which is assigned to man in the majestic temple of nature.
"Poetry" and "Prose" of Love Hope and Nikolai Alekseevich in the "Dark Alley" Bunin
Plan
I. Symbolic meaning of the name of the story.
II. The story of the love of the heroes of the story I. A. Bunin "Dark Alleys".
1. Strength, romantic nature of a love feeling.
2. PRESS LIFE.
3. Love did not die.
III. There is a prose of life, but there is no prose of love.
How will you remember about the water blowing
From the book of Job
"The rose rose of the scarlet bloom, stood dark lips alleys ..." These verses have once read the young Nikanyka in love (this is how she called him then). In the thirty years, Nikolai Alekseevich immediately recognized his former love immediately, and hope with a unkought smile recalls: "... all the poems I was elected to read about all sorts of" Dark Alleys ... "Blooming Robberman remained somewhere in the past, somewhere in the memorial memory of the poetic lines ... Dark alleys, mysterious and gloomy, remembered, turned into a symbol, illustration of the history of love.
The topic of "poetry" and "prose" of love in the story I. A. Bunin "Dark Alleys", at first glance, clear: the poetry of love remained in the past. The heroes met on the beauty and strength of the young feeling remember the heroes in the slope:
- Oh, how good you were! .. How hot, as beautiful! What a camp, what eyes! Do you remember how everyone looked at you?
- I remember, sir. Were and you are excellently good. And after all, I gave my beauty, my fever. How can you forget this.
The love story ended sadly. We do not know the details, we only know that "very heartlessly" threw Nikolenka his beloved, she even "wanted her hands to impose from the insult." The story of banal - Nikolay Alekseevich decided to make the hope of his wife. Fate revenged him for a betrayal: his beloved wife threw him "still offensive" than he once left the seduced girl, he is alone in old age. So prosecuted the poetic story of love.
But did it end? Is the short meeting of heroes on the slope of the years?
Nadezhda learned in the "old man-military" of his (former?) Beloved. She did not tell him anything about her life. We know only what she was not married, because "the youth of anyone passes, and love is another matter." And forgive Nikolai Alekseevich, she is unable: "As I did not have anything more expensive than you in the light at that time, it was not. That's why I could not forgive you. "
How to call it - poetry or prose of love? Hope did not forgive the offense who left her beloved precisely because he still loves him. There is no happiness in this story, but there is a high poetry of love. The love that is stronger than the calculation is more important than happiness, which remains and when life is actually completed. Hope is looking for a long time after leaving Nikolay Alekseevich, and love remains with her forever.
Love remained in the heart of Nikolai Alekseevich. That is why he is in a hurry to leave from the post office. Even now he considers ridiculous thought about marriage with hope. But he did not forgive his own betrayal: "If only God forgave me. And you can see, I forgiven, "he says hope, and it is clear that he did not forgive anything to himself. So they lived their lives: she is with love, he is with an inevitable sense of guilt. And it is the fact that Nadezhda has not yet forgiven Nikolai Alekseevich, - proof of her love for him.
What is the poetry and the prose of love? History of heroes argues: There is a prose of life, but there is no prose of love. Love can be unhappy, she can change, even destroy life, but she still remains a great spiritual power, she gives life a high meaning, which is poetry.
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