Poems about autumn through the eyes of classical poets are amazingly beautiful. They colorfully describe this sad, but at the same time charming time of year.
Excerpt from Pushkin's Autumn
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
(A. Pushkin)
Leaf fall
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
(I. Bunin)
An unprecedented autumn built a high dome,
There was an order for the clouds not to darken this dome.
And people marveled: the September deadlines were passing,
Where did the cold, humid days go?..
The water of the muddy canals became emerald,
And the nettles smelled like roses, but only stronger,
It was stuffy from the dawns, unbearable, demonic and scarlet,
We all remembered them until the end of our days.
The sun was like a rebel entering the capital,
And the spring autumn caressed him so greedily,
What seemed like it was about to turn transparent
snowdrop…
That’s when you approached, calm, to my porch.
(Anna Akhmatova September 1922)
Late autumn time
Late autumn time
I love the Tsarskoye Selo garden,
When he is in the quiet half-darkness,
As if in a drowsiness, embraced
And white-winged visions
On the dull lake glass
In some kind of bliss of numbness
They will become rigid in this semi-darkness...
And to the porphyry steps
Catherine's Palaces
Dark shadows are falling
October early evenings -
And the garden darkens like oak trees,
And under the stars from the darkness of the night,
Like a reflection of the glorious past,
A golden dome emerges...
(F. Tyutchev)
Autumn blues...
The autumn wind played the saxophone
A little sad my favorite blues
The saxophone sparkles in his palms,
I'm freezing...
I'm afraid of scaring...
Maestro wind, narrowing his eyes slightly,
He leads the party selflessly.
He furrowed his brows with inspiration...
And the leaves start a round dance to the beat.
He throws them up
And it calms down...
The foliage soars obediently and lightly...
The melody floats
And my heart melts
And he can’t find the right words...
And I really want to wear a green light dress
Dancing quietly on tiptoe,
And feel what happiness it is
Listen to autumn light music...
And expose your face to the rain notes
Catching the drops of tart taste with your lips
And how easy it is for foliage to soar in flight...
I love it when the wind plays the blues...
(N. Vesennyaya)
Autumn reigned in the old park,
Painted trees and bushes.
Bright scarves, thrown over the shoulders,
I set up canvases for artists.
Smeared a little blue watercolor
The surface of the pond and the height of the sky.
Colored with soft pastels
Clouds, adding purity.
I looked into the old alleys,
Made noise by the wind and rain.
Without sparing beauty and affection,
She covered everything with gold leaf.
A red fox ran by
On long uncut grass...
And a big, alarming, bright bird
Carried away to the cold blue.
(T. Lavrova)
Excerpt from the poem Eugene Onegin
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
(A. Pushkin)
There is in the initial autumn
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
(F. Tyutchev)
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. Pushkin)
Golden leaves swirled
Golden leaves swirled
In the pinkish water of the pond,
Like a light flock of butterflies
Freezingly, he flies towards the star.
I'm in love this evening,
The yellowing valley is close to my heart.
The wind boy up to his shoulders
The hem of the birch tree was stripped.
Both in the soul and in the valley there is coolness,
Blue twilight like a flock of sheep,
Behind the gate of the silent garden
The bell will ring and die.
I've never been thrifty before
So I did not listen to rational flesh,
It would be nice, like willow branches,
To capsize into the pink waters.
It would be nice, smiling at the haystack,
The muzzle of the month chews hay...
Where are you, where, my quiet joy,
Loving everything, wanting nothing?
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
(I. Bunin)
2. Late autumn
Late autumn time
I love the Tsarskoye Selo garden,
When he is in the quiet half-darkness,
As if in a drowsiness, embraced
And white-winged visions
On the dull lake glass
In some kind of bliss of numbness
They will become rigid in this semi-darkness...
And to the porphyry steps
Catherine's Palaces
Dark shadows are falling
October early evenings -
And the garden darkens like oak trees,
And under the stars from the darkness of the night,
Like a reflection of the glorious past,
A golden dome emerges...
(F. Tyutchev)
3. Autumn
There was a late wind,
Carried the ashes of rotten leaves
And dregs, like from plates,
Spilled out of puddles.
The bunch of rowan trees was glowing.
And the forest, recently dense,
The foliage shone gloriously,
Became visible to everyone.
It was like a close home
Where the wallpaper was torn off,
There are no lamps overhead, -
You will find out, but with difficulty.
To different ends
Folding your curtains
And having taken down my pictures,
The residents have left.
Rain flowed from the darkness,
The smell of prey lingered,
And it's like they've been burned
Wet trunks.
Oh, sweet homes!..
In vain my heart is sad:
Everything will be straightened out skillfully,
Winter will whiten everything.
(K. Vanshenkin)
4. Before the rain
The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
(N. Nekrasov)
5. Golden autumn
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
(B. Pasternak)
6. The fields are compressed, the groves are bare
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
We have to wait for the gray winter.
Oh, and I myself am in the ringing thicket
I saw this in the fog yesterday:
Red moon as a foal
He harnessed himself to our sleigh.
(S. Yesenin)
7. September
The rain is throwing down big peas,
The wind breaks, and the distance is unclean.
The tousled poplar closes up
Silvery underside of the sheet.
But look: through the hole of the cloud,
Like through an arch of stone slabs,
In this kingdom of fog and darkness
The first ray breaks through and flies.
This means that the distance is not curtained forever
Clouds, and, therefore, not in vain,
Like a girl, flushed, a nut
It started shining at the end of September.
Now, painter, grab it
Brush by brush, and on the canvas
Golden like fire and garnet
Draw this girl for me.
Draw, like a tree, an unsteady
Young princess in a crown
With a restlessly sliding smile
On a tear-stained young face.
(N. Zabolotsky)
8. There is in the initial autumn
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
(F. Tyutchev)
9. October dawn
The night has turned pale and the moon is setting
Across the river with a red sickle.
The sleepy fog in the meadows turns silver,
The black reeds are damp and smoking,
The wind rustles the reeds.
Quiet in the village. There is a lamp in the chapel
It fades, burning wearily.
In the tremulous twilight of a chilled garden
Coolness flows from the steppe in waves...
The dawn is slowly dawning.
(I. Bunin)
10. Leaf
Excommunicated from a friendly branch
A solitary leaf flies,
Where is he flying?..."He doesn’t know himself,"
The thunderstorm broke the darling oak tree;
Since then, across the valleys, across the fields
By chance wearable
I strive where the winds dictate,
To where the leaves are all spinning
And a light pink leaf.
(Zhukovsky V.A., 1818)
11. Autumn has just started working...
Autumn has just begun to work,
I just took out my brush and cutter,
I put some gilding here and there,
here and there I dropped the crimson,
and hesitated, as if deciding
should she be accepted this way or that way?
Then he despairs, interfering with colors,
and in embarrassment he takes a step back...
Then he will go to pieces with anger
he will tear everything apart with a merciless hand...
And suddenly, on a painful night,
will find great peace.
And then, having put together
all efforts, thoughts, ways,
paints a picture like this
that we won’t be able to take our eyes off.
And let us become quiet, involuntarily embarrassed:
what to do and what to say?
...And she is still dissatisfied with herself:
they say, it didn’t work out that way again.
And she herself will destroy it all,
the wind will blow it away, it will flood with rain,
to get rid of winter and summer
and start again in a year.
(Margarita Aliger)
12. It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
(A. Pushkin)
13. Beginning of autumn
The webs are floating
Above the sleepy stubble.
The rowan trees are turning red
Under every window.
They wheeze in the morning
The cockerels are young.
Rains lightly
Mushrooms fall out.
Tractor drivers sing
Going out into the cold.
Villages are getting ready
For Harvest Day.
(A. Tvardovsky)
14. Threw off the green summer caftan
Summer has thrown off the green caftan,
The larks whistled to their heart's content.
Autumn, dressed in a yellow fur coat,
I walked through the forests with a broom.
To come in like a zealous housewife
In the snowy forest towers
A dandy woman in a white swing -
Russian, rosy winter!
(D. Kedrin)
15. Boring picture
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch...
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!..
(A. Pleshcheev)
16. Golden foliage began to spin
Golden leaves swirled
In the pinkish water of the pond,
Like a light flock of butterflies
Freezingly, he flies towards the star.
I'm in love this evening,
The yellowing valley is close to my heart.
The wind boy up to his shoulders
The hem of the birch tree was stripped.
Both in the soul and in the valley there is coolness,
Blue twilight like a flock of sheep,
Behind the gate of the silent garden
The bell will ring and die.
I've never been thrifty before
So I did not listen to rational flesh,
It would be nice, like willow branches,
To capsize into the pink waters.
It would be nice, smiling at the haystack,
The muzzle of the month chews hay...
Where are you, where, my quiet joy,
Loving everything, wanting nothing?
(S. Yesenin)
17. Autumn
The leaves in the field have turned yellow,
And they circle and fly;
Only in the forest they ate withered
They keep gloomy greenery.
Under the overhanging rock
He doesn’t love me anymore, between the flowers,
The plowman sometimes rests
From midday labors.
Beast, brave, unwillingly
He is in a hurry to hide somewhere.
At night the moon is dim, and the field
Through the fog it only shines silver.
(Lermontov M.Yu.)
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18. Autumn
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
(A. Fet)
19. Glorious autumn
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;
Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -
Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...
(N. Nekrasov)
20. Friendship
Rolling down from a mountain height,
An oak tree lay on the dust, broken by the Peruns;
And with it, flexible ivy entwined around it...
Oh, friendship, it's you!
(Zhukovsky V.A., 1805)
21. Autumn. thicket of the forest
Autumn. Thicket of the forest.
Dry swamp moss.
Lake Beleso.
The sky is pale.
The water lilies have bloomed,
And the saffron bloomed.
The paths are broken,
The forest is both empty and bare.
Only you are beautiful
Although it has been dry for a long time,
In the hummocks by the bay
Old alder.
You look feminine
Into the water, half asleep -
And you'll turn silver
First of all, to spring.
(I. Bunin)
22. Autumn
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine;
The wind howls in the field;
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm regions.
(A. Pleshcheev)
23. Autumn
Autumn has come; bad weather
Rushing in clouds from the seas;
The face of nature is gloomy,
The sight of naked fields is not cheerful;
The forests are dressed in blue darkness,
Fog is walking over the ground
And darkens the light of the eyes.
Everything is dying, growing cold;
The distant space turned black;
White day frowned;
The rains poured incessantly;
They moved in with people as neighbors
Longing and sleep, melancholy and laziness.
It’s just that the old man’s illness is boring;
Exactly the same for me too
Always watery and annoying
Stupid idle chatter.
(A. Koltsov)
24. Autumn landscapes
1. In the rain
My umbrella is torn like a bird,
And it breaks out, cracking.
It makes noise over the world and smokes
Damp rain hut.
And I stand in the weave
Cool elongated bodies,
It's like it's raining for a moment
He wanted to merge with me.
2. Last Cannes
All that shone and sang,
The forests disappeared into the autumn,
And slowly breathe on the body
The last warmth of heaven.
Fogs creep through the trees,
The fountains fell silent in the garden.
Some motionless eland
They burn in plain sight.
So, stretching out her wings, the eagle
Standing on the ledge of a rock,
And it moves in its beak
Fire emerging from the darkness.
3. Autumn morning
The lovers' speeches are cut short,
The last starling flies away.
They fall from the maples all day long
Silhouettes of crimson hearts.
What have you, autumn, done to us!
The earth freezes in red gold.
The flame of sorrow whistles underfoot,
Moving heaps of leaves.
(N. Zabolotsky)
25. Indian summer
Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.
Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.
Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.
Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.
(D. Kedrin)
26. The swallows have disappeared...
The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.
Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.
It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.
You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.
(A. Fet)
27. Early autumn
Autumn is early.
Leaves are falling.
Step carefully into the grass.
Each leaf is a fox's face...
This is the land on which I live.
Foxes quarrel, foxes are sad,
foxes celebrate, cry, sing,
and when they light their pipes,
It means the rain will come soon.
Burning runs through the trunks,
and the trunks disappear into the ditch.
Each trunk is the body of a deer...
This is the land on which I live.
Red oak with blue horns
waiting for an opponent from silence...
Be careful:
an ax underfoot!
And the roads back are burned!
But in the forest, at the pine entrance,
someone actually believes in him...
There's nothing you can do about it:
nature!
This is the land I live on
(B. Okudzhava)
28. Everything around is tired
Everything around is tired: the color of heaven is tired,
And the wind, and the river, and the month that was born,
And the night, and in the greenery of the dim sleeping forest,
And the yellow leaf that finally fell off.
Only the fountain babbles in the middle of the distant darkness,
Speaking about life invisible, but familiar...
O autumn night, how omnipotent you are
Refusal to fight and deathly languor!
(A. Fet)
29. October has already arrived...
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.
(A. Pushkin)
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30. Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling
Autumn. Our whole poor garden is crumbling,
Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind;
They only show off in the distance, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
The brushes are bright red withering rowan trees.
My heart is happy and sad,
Silently I warm and squeeze your little hands,
Looking into your eyes, I silently shed tears,
I don't know how to express how much I love you.
(A. Tolstoy)
31. The sky was already breathing in autumn...
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
(A. Pushkin)
32. In October
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
The grass in the meadows is dead,
The grasshopper fell silent.
Firewood has been prepared
For the winter for stoves.
(S. Marshak)
33. The sheets trembled, flying around
The leaves trembled, flying around,
The clouds of the sky covered the beauty,
An evil storm burst from the field
It tears and rushes and howls in the forest.
Only you, my sweet bird,
In a warm nest barely visible,
Svetlogruda, light, small,
Not alone in the storm.
And the roll call of thunder roars,
And the noisy darkness is so black...
Only you, my sweet bird,
In a warm nest it is barely visible.
(A. Fet)
34. Autumn
Love's sublime origins
forests and pastures are preserved.
Invisibly Pushkin's lines
intertwined in the autumn leaf fall.
And among the sensitive silence
in the font of golden sleep
The soul is full of charm
And she is full of bright thoughts.
Native poetry freedom
embraced both the distance and the heights,
that where is Pushkin, where is nature,
go try and figure it out...
(N. Rachkov)
35. Autumn
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
(K. Balmont)
36. Forest in autumn
Between the thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Made a noise at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
You can't hear the birds. Small cracks
Broken branch
And, flashing its tail, a squirrel
The light one makes a jump.
The spruce tree has become more noticeable in the forest -
Protects dense shade.
The last aspen boletus
He pulled his hat on one side.
(A. Tvardovsky)
37. Autumn maple (from S. Galkin)
The autumn world is meaningfully arranged
And populated.
Enter it and be at peace with your soul,
Like this maple.
And if dust covers you for a moment,
Don't be dead.
Let your sheets be washed at dawn
Dew of the fields.
When will the storm break over the world?
And a hurricane
They will make you bow to the ground
Your thin figure.
But even having fallen into mortal languor
From these torments
Like a simple autumn tree,
Shut up, my friend.
Don't forget that it will straighten up again,
Not twisted
But wise from earthly understanding,
Autumn maple.
(N. Zabolotsky)
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Musical lounge “Autumn time, the charm of the eyes”
MUSICAL ROOM
« AUTUMN TIME, EYE CHARM» .
Children enter the hall, sit on chairs, the presenter lights candles, and sits down at the table.
Presenter: Good afternoon! Today we meet at music room to talk about autumn in music. Music is the language of feelings. Let's listen and try to understand it. To do this, let’s sit comfortably and music will take us far, far into the magical world of sounds. You are listening to Beethoven's 14th sonata.
Let's sit quietly next to you.
Included music to our home
In an amazing outfit
In multi-colored, painted!
And suddenly the walls moved apart,
The whole earth is visible around.
Sounds float like a foamy river,
The forest and meadow sleep quietly.
Forest paths run into the distance,
Melting into a blue haze.
This the music is in a hurry and
Calling us to follow him!
Following her we can immediately
We will set off on a long journey,
Visit visiting fairy tales,
Near spring, in the middle of winter.
Let's sit quietly next to you.
Included music to our home
In an amazing outfit
In multi-colored, painted!
Isn't it beautiful? music and beautiful poetry! Now I propose to listen to the work of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, which is already familiar to you.
(Sounds « Autumn Song» P. Tchaikovsky from the cycle "Seasons")
I see you found out music, name this work (answer.). Right. What did this one tell us? music? What did you hear in it? ( Music told about autumn. The music is thoughtful, smooth, soulful, slow, melodious. IN music one can hear the rustling of flying leaves, gusts of wind, the ringing of drops of annoying autumn rain.)
Tchaikovsky wrote his music based on verses by A. N. Tolstoy Autumn! Our entire poor garden is crumbling, Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind.
They only show off in the distance, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
Brushes of bright red withering rowan trees.
Guys, what poems do you know about autumn.
Child 1. "Leaf fall." E. Trutneva.
Ice pieces crunch under your feet,
Nothing is visible. Darkness.
And the invisible leaves rustle,
Flying around from every bush.
Autumn walks the roads of summer,
Everything became quiet and it was time to rest.
Only in the sky is it festive from the light -
The sky lit up all the constellations!
Similar to golden leaves
Stars are falling from the sky. ,flying.
As if in the dark, starry sky it had also come autumn leaf fall.
Children perform « Autumn song»
Presenter: Guys, now it’s magical music Tchaikovsky will turn girls into leaves and boys into droplets.
Sounds "Sentimental Waltz", girls represent leaves, and boys with bells represent droplets.
Child 2.
Clouds move in succession,
The wind blows under the mountain.
Autumn, autumn, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves dotted the garden.
Girls perform "Dance with Leaves".
Presenter: Guys, let's go to our art gallery.
Autumn- the most expressive time of the year, look at the colors paints: azure sky, blue river, golden birches.
But autumn different and most changeable weather: it was just sunny, beautiful it's time named by the people "Indian summer" or "golden autumn» and suddenly gray heavy clouds appeared in the sky, making everything around gloomy and unsightly. But not only gold poets sing about autumn, but also the one that people call late - with a fine annoying rain, the murmur of flying cranes, silvery frost in the morning, (look at the paintings) Guys, what do you like autumn better?? (Children's answers). Go to your seats and listen to the song about autumn.
Children perform a song « Autumn has knocked on our door» .
And now, let's read the poems of our famous poets about autumn.
Child 3: A. Fet.
The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday the dawn
All the rooks were flying
Yes, how the network flashed
Over there over that mountain.
I've been sleeping since the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.
Child 4:
F. Tyutchev.
Available in autumn original Short but wonderful it's time-
The whole day is as if it were crystal and the evenings are radiant.
Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty, space is everywhere,
Only a web of thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away and clear and warm azure is pouring
To the resting field!
Child 5:
A. Pushkin.
Dull it's time, eyes charm,
I am pleased with your farewell beauty.
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold.
Child 6:
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
As the tree towers darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage there are clear gaps in the sky, like a window.
Presenter: Guys, have you noticed how amazingly the poems are combined with music, A music with painting. All this helps us understand what he is talking about. music. She reveals the image autumn.
Now I suggest you look at the slides about autumn, and at this time it will sound music by Saint-Saens.
(Children watch the slides.)
I suggest you listen to two poems. The first one tells about the golden autumn, and in the second - about the later one.
Child 7:
S. Yesenin.
Golden leaves swirled
In the pinkish water of the pond,
Like a light flock of butterflies
Freezingly, he flies towards the star.
Child 8:
Summer has passed
Autumn has come,
In the fields and groves
Empty and dull.
The birds have flown away
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
Children perform a song "Goodbye".
Presenter: It’s a pity that summer has passed, the golden leaves are falling, the birds are flying away, but we won’t be sad, we’ll have fun.
Who's looking gloomy over there?
Again music sounds,
We don’t allow you to be sad, we invite everyone to the dance.
Children perform a dance "Circle gallop"
Presenter: Well, what became more fun? (YES).
Let's play a game "Seek".
The weather is changeable in autumn, then it’s rain, then it’s sunny, then it’s raining again, listen.
Child 9: Rain, rain
All day.
Drumming on the glass
All the earth, all the earth
Got wet from the water.
The dissatisfied wind howls and howls outside the window, it wants to rip the doors off their creaky hinges.
Wind, don't knock the wind
Into the locked hallway!
Let the hot logs burn in our oven.
A child performs an individual song "Rain".
Presenter: The rain has passed, the sun has come out and the guys want to dance "FLY AWAY CLOUD".
Child 10: In a golden carriage,
What's wrong with the playful horse?
Galloped autumn
Through forests and fields.
The good sorceress changed everything and decorated the Earth with bright yellow.
From the sky the sleepy month wonders at the miracle,
Everything around is sparkling,
Everything shimmers.
Children perform a song « Autumn is golden» .
Presenter: Today, we met music great composers: P.I. Tchaikovsky, S. Beethoven, Saint-Saens. Remember these names. You will meet them more than once, and them music will bring you many pleasant moments. Sounded poetry: A. Pushkin, A. Fet, F. Tyutchev, A. N. Tolstoy - poets who are known and loved all over the world. Have you seen pictures of Russians? artists: Levitan, Brodsky, Konchalovsky. These names and many others will become close to you if we meet more often in our music room. See you again!
Kibereva Elizaveta
One of the topics in the “Listening to Music” lesson was a conversation about the seasons. I especially liked the autumn season and, while doing my homework, I decided to take a closer look at the theme of “Autumn” in painting, literature and music.
Having started work, I discovered that I knew few poems about autumn, was almost unfamiliar with paintings, and only one piece of music came to mind.
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Sad time, charm of the eyes.....
Kibireva Elizaveta
1st grade student
vocal department
Supervisor:
Korolkova M.A.
teacher
theoretical disciplines
Nefteyugansk, 2013.
- Introduction. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3
- Main part. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4
- Conclusion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8
- Application. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
Introduction.
In September of this year, I, like many children my age, went to first grade. My long-time dream was to learn to sing and play an instrument, so I entered the music school named after Vasily Vasilyevich Andreev and became a student in the vocal department. In addition to vocal lessons, I attend solfeggio and listening to music, learning to play the piano.
One of the topics in the “Listening to Music” lesson was a conversation about the seasons. I especially liked the autumn season and, while doing my homework, I decided to take a closer look at the theme of “Autumn” in painting, literature and music.
Having started work, I discovered that I knew few poems about autumn, was almost unfamiliar with paintings, and only one piece of music came to mind. Then I decided to conduct a survey among my comrades and ask them these questions.
Do you know poems about autumn?
Do you know any paintings about autumn?
Do you know any musical works or songs about autumn?
After the survey, it was concluded that my comrades knew very few poems (two out of 14), did not know paintings at all (not a single positive answer out of 14), and knew a little more songs (three out of 14).
Main part.
In autumn, nature becomes quiet, as if preparing for winter sleep, it seems tired, tired. The trees are throwing off their leaves. Birds are leaving us and flying to warm countries. When you look at this fading autumn nature, you are overcome by different feelings: tenderness, surprise from admiring the beauty, and sadness from saying goodbye to summer, the warmth that the beauty of autumn is leaving. If we compare the time of year with the time of day, then spring is the morning, because everything wakes up and begins to move, summer is the middle of the day, and autumn is twilight, evening, the end of the day.
Autumn can be so different! In early autumn, nature is decorated with a multi-colored outfit. You won’t see any colors and shades! And in late autumn it rains, the leaves fall, all the fabulous beauty of nature fades and goes away. It's sad to see bare trees, clouds and puddles.
To paint a picture, the artist has paints, the poets have words, the composer has only sounds. But you can draw beautifully with them, as Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky does. In the melodious melody of Tchaikovsky “Autumn Song” there is a parting with the passing summer, regret about the fading nature. The work is dominated by sad intonations - sighs. The melody brings back memories and nostalgia. In it, a sad autumn landscape and a person’s mood are fused together. Listening to "Autumn Song" it is easy to imagine an empty veranda strewn with withered leaves and the sounds of a piano coming from afar... This is my favorite work.
S. Yu. Zhukovsky was probably filled with similar feelings when creating his painting “Autumn. Veranda” (Appendix No. 1).
One of the most famous artists who loved to paint autumn is Isaac Ilyich Levitan. Autumn was Levitan's favorite time of year, and he dedicated many paintings to it.
The painting “Golden Autumn” is one of the artist’s best creations; bright colors and solemn peace create a feeling of the greatness of nature. Looking at the pictures, I just want to exclaim: “It’s a sad time! The charm of the eyes!”, “Lush decay of nature”, “Forests dressed in crimson and gold.” How accurately and aptly Pushkin described his favorite time of year in his famous poems, and the artist depicted autumn, putting a flurry of feelings and experiences into the paintings (Appendix No. 2).
In the picture we see a birch grove in copper-gold autumn decoration. In the depths of the meadow the river is lost, on the left bank of which there are slender white-yellow birch trees and two aspen trees with almost fallen leaves. The ground is covered with yellowing withered grass. And on the right bank of the river there is a row of still green willows, which seem to resist autumn withering. The river surface seems motionless and cold. The autumn day depicted by the artist is full of light.
The same rich autumn decoration appears before us in the painting by V.D. Polenova "Golden Autumn" (Appendix No. 3).
A poem by Sergei Yesenin surprisingly suits this picture:
The golden grove dissuaded
Birch, cheerful language,
And the cranes, sadly flying,
They don’t regret anything anymore...
The mood of this picture echoes the musical work “Autumn” from the cycle “The Seasons” by A. Vivaldi. Listening to music, we can imagine the following picture: autumn leaves, falling, spinning in a waltz, the sun is shining, birds smoothly flapping their wings, fly away to the south.
Both musical works and the painting “Golden Autumn”depict calm autumn weather.
These works impressed me very much and I also wanted to depict autumn, to convey my mood in the drawing, inspired by the melody (Appendix No. 4, No. 5).
But autumn is not only golden with a clear azure sky! Autumn weather can be sad and cheerful, sunny and cloudy, golden and gray.
During vocal lessons, I became acquainted with the song “Autumn” based on the verses of A. Pleshcheev. The scale is minor and the melody returns to the same note. It depicts a picture of autumn weather:
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warmer climes.
This poem is consonant with “Autumn Melody” by A. Rybnikov. The music expresses a melancholy, depressed, sad mood, consonant with the uncomfortable, joyless picture of fading nature. The music is monotonous, plaintive, and even some disturbing notes can be heard. Notes of regret for the passing warmth and beauty.
This is exactly how Isaac Levitan saw autumn in his painting “Autumn” (Appendix No. 6).
And in the film “Autumn” by Stanislav Yulianovich Zhukovsky, real autumn bad weather played out! (Appendix No. 7).
Looking at this uncomfortable landscape, you can hear the sound of the wind, carrying the last wet leaves and gray clouds into the distance, merging with the restless notes of the work “The Storm” by L. V. Beethoven.
Conclusion.
Composers, poets and artists see the nature of autumn in different ways, and convey their impressions in different ways with the help of colors, intonations, comparisons: composers - in music, poets - in poetry, artists - in their paintings.
“Sad time” or “charm of the eyes”... One way or another, autumn has always inspired poets, artists and musicians to create great masterpieces. Such a different autumn: in some works there is a celebration of colors and the triumph of nature, in others there is light sadness, nostalgia, and bad weather.
Autumn is a time of magical transformation of nature, which generously gives the last rays of warmth, preparing to sleep for many months under a fluffy winter blanket.
Autumn is a time of year that leaves no one indifferent. That’s why poets and writers dedicated such wonderful lines to autumn. Artists have painted many paintings of autumn nature, which are masterpieces and never cease to delight us. With the richness of its colors, autumn attracted the attention of great composers who sang its beauty.
I love autumn, perhaps because I was born in October. Perhaps because “Autumn Song” by P.I. Tchaikovsky is one of the favorite works for me and my mother. I dream of learning to play the piano and performing “Autumn Song” for her one fine October evening...
Application.
Literature.
Autumn (Z. Fedorovskaya)
Autumn was blooming at the edges of the colors,
I quietly ran a brush across the foliage:
The hazel trees turned yellow and the maples glowed,
In the autumn purple there is only green oak.
Autumn consoles:
Don't regret summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!
*** (A. Pushkin)
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside...
Autumn (V. Avdienko)
Autumn walks along the path,
Got my feet wet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light.
Summer is lost somewhere.
Autumn is coming
Autumn is wandering.
Wind from maple leaves
Reset.
There's a new rug under your feet,
Yellow-pink -
Maple.
*** (A. Pleshcheev)
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window;
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!
*** (A.S. Pushkin)
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant threats of gray winter.
Autumn (A.N. Maikov)
There's already a golden leaf covering
Wet soil in the forest...
I boldly trample my foot
The beauty of the spring forest.
Cheeks are burning from the cold:
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack,
Rake the leaves with your feet!
I don’t have the same joys here!
The forest has taken away the secret:
The last nut has been picked
The last flower is plucked;
The moss is not raised, not dug up
A pile of curly milk mushrooms;
Doesn't hang near the stump
Purple of lingonberry clusters;
Lies on the leaves for a long time
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks kind of cold
The clarity of transparent skies...
Autumn (K. Balmont)
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
It only makes my heart sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea,
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often.
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Autumn tales and stories.
I. S. Turgenev Autumn day in a birch grove(excerpt from the story “Date” from the series “Notes of a Hunter”). The action of many of the stories in “Notes of a Hunter” also takes place in the fall.
I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov Short stories about autumn: Autumn,Deciduous Fairy tale, Forest in autumn, Autumn in the forest, The hot summer has flown by, Autumn in Chun.
N. G. Garin-MikhailovskyAutumn Poem in prose.
I. A. Bunin Antonov apples.
K. G. Paustovskyyellow light, PresentA story about autumnBadger nose, Farewell to summer, What types of rains are there?(Excerpt from the story “Golden Rose”),My home, Dictionary of native nature.
V. Sukhomlinsky I want to have my say.
K. D. Ushinsky Stories and tales Autumn.
M. M. Prishvin Poetic miniatures about autumn.
N. I. Sladkov Autumn in the forest, Autumn is on the doorstep, Forest hiding placesSeptember(Autumn is on the threshold, On the great path, Spider, Time, Birds, Squirrel fly agaric, Winged shadow, Owl that was forgotten, Sly dandelion, Friends and comrades, Forest rustles),October(Sewing, Scary Invisible Man,
Pheasant bouquet, Trees creaking, The mystery of the birdhouse, Old acquaintance, Magpie train, Autumn Christmas tree, Stubborn finch, Forest rustles, Magic shelf),November(Why is November piebald? Resort “Icicle”, Powder, Wagtail letters, Desperate hare, Tit stock, Starlings have arrived, Forest rustles).
G. A. Skrebitsky Autumn(Story from the book “Four Artists”).
G. Ya. Snegirev Blueberry jam.
V. G. Suteev Apple.
V. V. Bianki
Poems about autumn special, like the beautiful autumn itself... Some people love it and look forward to it every year, while others can’t stand the dreary time of year. Everyone sees in her something of their own, special, unique.
I offer the same unique selection poems about autumn and yet I hope that it is a wonderful time of year for you.
Poems about autumn
Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.
V. Nirovich
in autumn
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
Tree umbrellas
Rain comes to visit us often
In September,
And the warmth goes away
In September,
Quietly the apple trees are trembling
In September,
Lost your outfit
In September,
I will cheer up the trees:
- No moping!
I'll give everyone an umbrella
In September.
N. Andrusenko
In October
The gray day is shorter than the night,
The water in the river is cold,
Frequent rain wets the ground,
The wind whistles through the wires.
Leaves fall into puddles,
The bread was put away in the bins,
Before the winter cold comes
Houses are insulated.
G. Ladonshchikov
On a clear autumn day
1
With a book under your arm
I'll go out onto the porch.
To the flying clouds
I'll raise my face.
I'll sit down
On your knees
I'll put the book down.
On a clear autumn day
I'll take a quiet look.
2
According to the open book,
In a hat up to his eyebrows,
wiggling my eyebrows,
An ant walks.
He steps firmly
Blue foot,
Of course no more
Any letters.
As if in an aspen forest,
By the gray river,
I stood there quietly
At the end of the line
And I walked along the line,
Sliding on the snow,
As if to a water pump,
To the old letter "I".
The lines are like clearings,
Stretched out in a row.
It's like an autumn forest,
The letters show through.
It was as if it had flown by
It's snowier at night,
And reads the traces
Ant in the morning.
Just around the corner
In the round letter "O"
I saw covered
Lake covered with snow.
The letter "P" was caught
On his way,
Like a door without a home
Or a hole in the house.
Door or gate
To an empty garden...
Comma leaves
They fly with the wind.
And a terrible beetle,
Already dead
Met right there
There is a letter "F" in the puddle.
Somehow getting there
To the old letter "I"
Ant
Thought
Went out to the fields.
And taking a deep breath
The entire expanse of the earth,
Knocked on the leg
The leg is blue.
3
Blue porch
Blue fence;
Behind the fence is a field,
And beyond the field there is a forest.
In the field
Across the river
Fragile bridges;
Typed in italics
Bare bushes.
He's gone somewhere
In a hat up to his eyebrows,
wiggling my eyebrows,
Wise ant.
And through points
Stretching out in a row,
Like loners
They're rushing across the field...
4
The sky darkened.
Twilight and silence...
Stiff
You are sitting on the porch.
And to the cold stars
Don't raise your face
It's like it became a step
The porch itself.
And wherever you look,
Don't even glance away -
Yellow chickens
They look out of the windows.
The light from the windows
The log house turns golden.
Milky Way in the sky -
Like smoke from chimneys.
And you leave the porch,
Like an ant
Pulling with my hand
A hat to the eyebrows.
S. Kozlov
In October
In October and November
Each animal is in its own hole
Sleeps sweetly and dreams
Waiting for spring.
Only little Katya
Taken out of bed
Wash in five minutes
They lead you to kindergarten by the hand.
It's still dark in the yard
Grandma waves out the window.
E. Zhdanova
Autumn friend in the window
Friend Autumn in the window
The leaves rustle,
She got me without asking
He will treat you to sorrow.
Yellow leaves will fall,
And the wind will whip,
And taking my hand
He will lead you around the park.
Shows all the outfits
Reminds me of winter
Whispers quietly in your ear -
There is joy in me too.
Look at the leaves!
Look what a carpet -
Every season
It has its own magical choir.
In Summer, the nightingale chirps and trills,
And Winter has blizzards and white snow,
Spring sings like a drop of a babbling stream,
And Autumn will decorate the trees and fields.
Friend Autumn in the window
The leaves rustle,
She takes me to dance
With leaves he will invite...
V. Rudenko
Storm
swooped in
Fierce squall -
The linden grove was attacked!
And they darted like chickens
The leaves are somewhat yellow.
And, spreading wings-branches,
The linden trees make a sad noise -
They got excited like hens,
Lost chickens...
A. Shibaev
In the aspen forest
In the aspen forest
The aspen trees are trembling.
The wind blows
From aspen scarves.
He's on the path
Will take off the scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.
V. Stepanov
The forest is now brighter and quieter
The forest is now brighter and quieter,
The height is visible through the branches.
Its top is like a roof,
Burnt by autumn fire.
There is fluffy fog among the trunks,
Like smoke billows at dawn,
Leaves fly like sparks
And they burn out on the ground.
V. Orlov
Leaf walker
V. Shulzhik
Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.
Mischief makers
L. Razvodova
Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.
Autumn
I. Melnichuk
A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.
Autumn
M. Geller
Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
A crowd sits on a tree stump
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.
Autumn
M. Khodyakova
If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.
Autumn
E. Intulov
A crow screams in the sky: - Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in!
Autumn
V. Schwartz
The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.
Autumn
T. Belozerov
Autumn,
autumn...
Sun
It's damp in the clouds -
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In the field
to the path,
The bunny blew out -
First
Snowflake.
Autumn
I. Vinokurov
Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.
Autumn
I. Maznin
Every day the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from branches in the forest...
Every day it’s early evening,
And it's still getting late.
The sun hesitates, as if
No strength to rise...
That's why morning rises above the earth
Almost lunchtime.
in autumn
A. Efimtsev
In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. It's autumn again!
Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!
Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn is coming!
Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
“It will soon sweep
And it will start snowing soon!”
A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.
N. Krasilnikov
We packed up and flew
E. Golovin
We packed up and flew
Ducks for a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.
Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.
The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northern bullfinches.
The swans were flying away
V. Prikhodko
The swans were flying away
From north to south.
The swans were confused
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff?
It sparkles in the air,
Either through our windows
First snow
Flies.
Harvest Festival
Tatyana Bokova
Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and by the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in winter.
Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!
October
Berestov V.D.
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Alexander Pushkin
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
Autumn
Alexey Pleshcheev
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling...
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm regions.
Colorful autumn
S. Marshak
Colorful autumn - evening of the year -
He smiles at me brightly.
But between me and nature
A thin glass appeared.
This whole world is at your fingertips,
But I can't go back.
I'm still with you, but in the carriage,
I'm still at home, but on the road.
Available in the initial autumn...
Fedor Tyutchev
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...
Sergey Yesenin
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...
Before the rain
Nikolay Nekrasov
The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
Autumn
Konstantin Balmont
Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.
Leaf fall
Ivan Bunin
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...
in autumn
Afanasy Fet
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.
Golden autumn
Boris Pasternak
Autumn. Fairytale palace
Open for everyone to review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes.
Like at a painting exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden gold hoop -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch tree - under a veil
Bridal and transparent.
Buried land
Under leaves in ditches, holes.
In the yellow maple outbuildings,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And the sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can't step into a ravine,
So that everyone doesn't know:
It's so raging that not a single step
There is a tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echo at a steep descent
And dawn cherry glue
Solidifies in the form of a clot.
Autumn. Ancient Corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flipping through the cold.
Autumn
Ivan Demyanov
On a bush-bush -
yellow leaves,
A cloud hangs in the blue, -
So it's time for autumn!
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag.
Our autumn park has become stricter.
Everything will be covered in bronze!
Autumn, it seems to me, too
Getting ready for October...
In the red leaves of the banks.
Each leaf is like a flag!
The rain is flying
Ivan Demyanov
The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.
At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!
Autumn
Novitskaya G.M.
I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned. I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.
Autumn
Tokmakova I.P.
The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.
Autumn in the forest
From A. Gontar (translated by V. Berestov)
Autumn in the forest every year
Pays gold for entry.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
“I’m freezing...” -
And shivering from the cold.
And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
“What a dress!
What a beauty!
The leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch tree whispers:
“I’m chilling!..”
Lost weight at the oak tree too
Gilded fur coat.
The oak realized itself, but it’s too late
And he makes noise:
“I'm freezing! I’m freezing!”
Gold deceived -
Didn't save me from the cold.
Leaf fall
Yu. Korinets
Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! —
and dive into a puddle.
Autumn treasure
I. Pivovarova
Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.
Autumn leaves
I. Tokmakova
The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
Leaves don't sit on trees either
All day today everyone is flying and flying...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.
Autumn
L. Tatyanicheva
Wait, autumn, don't rush
Unwind your rains,
Spread your fogs
on the choppy river surface.
Slow down, autumn, show me
Yellow leaves turn for me,
Let me make sure, don't rush,
How fresh your silence is
And how bottomless the sky is blue
Over the hot flames of aspens...
A.S. Pushkin
October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.
Lyudmila Kuznetsova
The plums in the garden are falling,
A noble treat for wasps...
A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond
And welcomes early autumn.
He imagined himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings rocked him.
So we will swim after him
To piers unknown in life.
And we already know by heart:
In a year there will be a new summer.
Why is there universal sadness?
In every line of poetry by poets?
Is it because there are traces in the dew?
Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?
Is it because all moments are
Fleeting and unique?
A. S. Pushkin
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
Glorious Autumn
N.A. Nekrasov
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;
Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -
Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...
The swallows have disappeared...
A.A. Fet
The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.
Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.
It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.
You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.
"Indian summer"
D.B. Kedrin
Indian summer has arrived -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun,
In the crack the fly came to life.
Sun! What's more beautiful in the world
After a chilly day?..
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a branch.
Tomorrow the rain will pour down quickly,
The sun is obscured by a cloud.
Silver cobwebs
There are two or three days left to live.
Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.
