you. (A. Keshokov)
2. My heart sank from the thought that more difficult trials awaited us ahead. (O. Chistovsky)
3. What I took for a cloud was thick morning fog over the Klyazma River. (S. Antonov)
4. The judge’s nose involuntarily sniffed his upper lip, which he usually did before only out of great pleasure. (N. Gogol)
5. The blood is pounding in your temples so much that it drowns out the roar of the engine. (B.Mozhaev)
6. There is so much beauty in the Russian land that it will last all artists for thousands of years. (K. Paustovsky)
7. The snow became whiter and brighter, so that it hurt my eyes. (L. Tolstoy)
8. And because they walked silently and without shots, gray-green, like people from the other world - they appeared suddenly - I became truly scared. (N. Gribachev)
9. No matter what the earth hides, time will bring everything to light... (Horace)
10. Everyone went to their rooms early so that they could get up on time tomorrow. (Z. Shishova)
11. Just as the head is empty, so the head of the mind will not be given space. (A. Krylov)
12. In art you can never decide everything, just as in love you can never say everything. (K. Fedin)
13. At lunch, when the workers were leaving the buildings, Yakov looked closely at them. (M. Gorky)
14. At moments when my legs were especially cramped, sweat appeared like beads on my temples. (M. Sholokhov)
15. I see you where my fallen spirit no longer reaches. (A. Pushkin)
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Trouble began at the end of summer, when in an old village house
the bow-legged dachshund Funtik appeared. Funtik was brought from Moscow.
One day, the black cat Stepan was sitting, as always, on the porch and, slowly, washed himself. He licked the splayed hand, then, closing his eyes, rubbed as hard as he could with his slobbering paw behind his ear. Suddenly Stepan felt someone's gaze. He looked around and froze with his paw tucked behind his ear. Stepan's eyes turned white with anger. A small red dog stood nearby. One of his ears curled up. Trembling with curiosity, the dog stretched his wet nose towards Stepan - he wanted to sniff this mysterious beast.
- Oh, that's how it is!
Stepan contrived and hit Funtik on the inverted ear.
War was declared, and since then life for Stepan has lost all its charm. There was nothing to think about lazily rubbing his muzzle against the jambs of cracked doors or lying in the sun near the well. I had to walk cautiously, on tiptoe, look around more often and always choose some tree or fence ahead in order to escape from Funtik in time.
Stepan, like all cats, had strong habits. In the mornings he loved to walk around the garden overgrown with celandine, chase sparrows from old apple trees, catch yellow cabbage butterflies and sharpen his claws on a rotten bench. But now he had to walk around the garden not on the ground, but along a high fence, for some unknown reason, covered with rusty barbed wire and, moreover, so narrow that at times Stepan thought for a long time where to put his paw.
In general, there were various troubles in Stepan’s life. One day he stole and ate a piece of flesh along with a fishing hook stuck in the gills - and everything went well, Stepan didn’t even get sick. But never before had he had to humiliate himself because of a bow-legged dog that looked like a rat. Stepan's mustache twitched with indignation.
Only once during the whole summer, Stepan, sitting on the roof, grinned.
In the yard, among the curly goose grass, there was a wooden bowl with muddy water - crusts of black bread were thrown into it for the chickens. Funtik went to the bowl and carefully pulled out a large soggy crust from the water.
The grumpy, long-legged rooster, nicknamed “The Gorlach,” looked intently at Funtik with one eye. Then he turned his head and looked with the other eye. The rooster could not believe that here, nearby, in broad daylight, a robbery was taking place.
Having thought, the rooster raised his paw, his eyes became bloodshot, something began to bubble inside him, as if distant thunder was thundering inside the rooster. Stepan knew what this meant - the rooster was furious.
Swiftly and fearfully, stamping its calloused paws, the rooster rushed towards Funtik and pecked him in the back. There was a short and strong knock. Funtik let go of the bread, laid back his ears and, with a desperate cry, rushed into the hole under the house.
The rooster flapped his wings victoriously, raised thick dust, pecked at the soggy crust and threw it aside in disgust - the crust must have smelled like dog.
Funtik sat under the house for several hours and only in the evening he crawled out and, sidestepping the rooster, made his way into the rooms. His muzzle was covered in dusty cobwebs, and dried spiders were stuck to his mustache.
« Lermontov Early on I felt gigantic powers within myself. He perceived his genius as chosenness. Already as a boy, the poet believed that he was born to accomplish great things, for the glory of his homeland, for the good of the people.
Artistic creativity he never Not viewed as something self-sufficient. From the very first lines he wrote, the poet was captivated by civic goals. He dreamed of the role of a poet-prophet, of direct historical action. The thought of the great mission for which he was intended was accompanied by Lermontov’s tragic premonitions. It seemed to him that he would not have time to complete his plans, that he would suffer an early and violent death. Most of all, the poet was afraid of wallowing in insignificance, in an environment of vulgar mediocrity. He strove for exploits, for heroic deeds, internally preparing to pay for them, if necessary, with his head.
The works in which Lermontov talks about his chosen mission are unclear. They are shrouded in a haze of mystery. The thoughts expressed in them are given a mysterious character. It seems that the poet wrote down on paper thoughts about his great calling in encrypted form. Lermontov had his own cherished thoughts, feelings, even names, which he did not want to prematurely reveal to the world:
Who can, the gloomy ocean,
Shall I discover your secrets? Who
Will he tell the crowd my thoughts?
I am either God or no one!
The idea of chosenness runs persistently throughout the poet’s entire work. The researcher is faced with a tempting task - to penetrate the mysterious fence erected by the poet. This task seems feasible. Upon careful analysis, behind the omissions and allegories, the contours of a certain range of ideas are revealed, repeatedly weighed by the poet’s mind and imagination.
Even in his adolescence, Lermontov noticed a contradiction between his dreams and the real order of things. He saw that the harsh wind of the surrounding life easily blew their light and discordant chain. The awareness of the contradiction between ideals and reality early gave birth to tragic premonitions in the poet: he is destined, he believes, only to begin some unknown and wonderful song, but he will not be able to finish singing it to the end.
And the beginning of the song is heard! - but in vain! -
No one will finish singing it!..
The premonition of the impossibility of fully fulfilling one’s purpose in the world due to obstacles created by reality gave rise to Lermontov protesting, angry and vindictive skepticism. This is the voice of insulted, rejected goodness, the voice of mockery of the world, of people and of oneself - for believing in the world and people. Fifteen year old boy"My Demon" writes:
A gathering of evil is his element.
Rushing between the smoky clouds,
He loves fatal storms,
And the foam of the rivers, and the noise of the oak trees.
Between the yellow leaves, flying around,
His motionless throne stands;
On it, among the numb winds,
He sits sad and gloomy. -
He instills mistrust
He despised pure love,
He refuses all prayers
He sees blood indifferently
And the sound of high sensations
He crushes with the voice of passions,
And the muse of gentle inspirations
He is afraid of unearthly eyes."
Kirpotin V.Ya., “The Unknown Chosen One”, in Sat.: Life and Work of M.Yu. Lermontov: Research and materials: First collection, M., “State Publishing House of Fiction,” 1941, p. 3-4.
“My Demon” Mikhail Lermontov
A gathering of evil is his element.
Rushing between the smoky clouds,
He loves fatal storms,
And the foam of the rivers, and the noise of the oak trees.
Between the yellow leaves, flying around,
His motionless throne stands;
On it, among the numb winds,
He sits sad and gloomy.
He instills mistrust
He despised pure love,
He refuses all prayers
He sees blood indifferently
And the sound of high sensations
He crushes with the voice of passions,
And the muse of gentle inspirations
Fears unearthly eyes.
Analysis of Lermontov's poem "My Demon"
“My Demon” is perceived as a sketch for the famous poem “The Demon”. The poem with which Lermontov opens the theme of demonism in his work is dated 1829. The beginning of work on the poem dates back to the same period of time. The work found a place for most of the motifs that were later found in “The Demon” and are a reflection of the tragic worldview of Mikhail Yuryevich. The young poet suffers from loneliness, does not believe in the existence of sincere love and the power of goodness, and is skeptical about the surrounding reality. He turns to understanding the nature of demonism throughout his life. Indirectly or directly, the theme is present in the poems “Azrael”, “Angel of Death” and “Fairy Tale for Children”, the novel “Hero of Our Time”, the ballad “Tamara”, the dramas “Two Brothers” and “Masquerade”, the unfinished work “Vadim”.
With his poem, Lermontov continues to develop the motif of demonism, adhering to the classical European tradition. It goes back to the biblical story of a fallen angel who rebelled against God and was turned by him into the spirit of evil. Variations of this legend are found in the works of Milton, Goethe, Klopstock, Byron, Vigny, and Moore. In Russia, Pushkin is considered one of the pioneers of the topic, who wrote the poem “The Demon” in 1823. It impressed fifteen-year-old Mikhail Yuryevich so much that he composed a kind of answer. The most important difference in the perception of the demonic theme between the two poets is reflected in the title. Lermontov adds the pronoun “my” to the word “demon”.
The first eight lines of Mikhail Yuryevich’s poem are an image of the spirit of evil through a description of the landscape. The most important role here is played by the sense of movement - the Demon rushes between the clouds. He enjoys fatal storms, the foam of rivers and the noise of oak forests. His rebellious soul constantly strives for action. The throne of the Demon, who dared to refuse the power of God, is located among the yellow flying leaves. The spirit of evil, dull and gloomy, is subject to passions, but tries to suppress them within itself. The omnipotence of the Demon is combined with total loneliness. Only “numb winds” are able to exist next to him. Lermontov clearly admires the main character of the poem. The poet is impressed by his rebellion, fortitude, and ability to control his own passions. The greatness of the image of the spirit of evil is conveyed by Mikhail Yuryevich using high vocabulary and outdated words.
Demon Image attracted Lermontov, who felt his deep loneliness, all his life. He first turned to this image at the age of fifteen, writing the poem “My Demon” in 1829.
Word "demon" is never used in the poem itself - it is included only in the title. Possessive pronoun "my", meaning belonging to someone, combined with the word "demon" emphasizes Lermontov’s deeply personal vision and understanding of this figure.
Compositionally the poem consists of sixteen lines. It is whole, without division into stanzas. Astrophic poems serve in this case to create a complete image of the Demon and expand the intonation-syntactic sound of the theme.
In the first eight lines, Lermontov depicts the Demon through nature, while creating a distinct motive of movement - the noise of oak trees, the foam of rivers, rushing between the clouds. The Demon who brings destruction and suffering likes "fatal storms". A symbol of the rebellious principle, the Demon attracts the young poet with his strength of spirit and his tireless desire for action. The Titan, who despised the power of God, sits on his "motionless throne", ruling over the world of human feelings, passions, vices.
By using anaphora "He" the poet reveals the inner essence of the image of the Demon - indifferent to the suffering of people (“He rejects all prayers, // He sees blood indifferently”) The demon hates the world, the whole point of its existence is to destroy everything good. The poet draws the figure of the Demon, this embodiment of evil ( "A collection of evil is its element"), in all its terrible and at the same time attractive grandeur. But at the same time, Lermontov’s Demon amazingly combines the greatness and power of titanium with sadness and despondency ( “He sits sad and gloomy”): having doomed himself to such an existence, the Demon is infinitely alone in this world, he is surrounded only by "the winds are numb", and not a single living soul will share his loneliness.
IN key lines, being compositional peak poems: “And the sound of high sensations // It crushes with the voice of passions” it is emphasized that the Demon is still subject to high feelings, but he deliberately suppresses any impulses of the soul.
The poem is written giving smoothness iambic tetrameter. Cross rhyme in combination with alternating male and female rhyme give the work rigor and solemnity. Assonance "o" conveys the strength and grandeur of the image of the Demon, and assonance "e" gives a certain mutedness to the inner world of the titan, because everything good is destroyed by him in his soul.
High vocabulary (eyes, prayers, despised) And outdated words (unearthly), help to convey the greatness of the image of the Demon. Serves the same purpose visual arts: metaphors (foam of rivers, numb winds) And epithets (fatal storms, motionless throne, high sensations, pure love, unearthly eyes).
Feeling the tragic duality of his worldview, Lermontov embodies it in the image of the Demon - at the same time great and infinitely lonely, an outcast creature, “superfluous” in the universe.
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