It is believed that the famous poem by A.S. Pushkin’s “Winter Evening” (“A storm covers the sky with darkness, swirling snow whirlwinds...”) was written by the poet in 1825 (the exact date is not known). This period was very difficult for the author. After exile, he lived on his parents’ estate, and his father was obliged to monitor every step of Pushkin Jr. In this regard, Alexander tried to stay longer with friends on nearby estates. The feeling of loneliness did not leave him, and it worsened even more when, closer to autumn, his parents moved to Moscow. Also, many of the poet’s friends left their homes for a while. He was left to live alone with a nanny, with whom he whiled away all the time. It is during this period that the work is born. The verse “Winter Evening” is written in trochaic tetrameter with perfect rhyme and consists of four octets. The first part tells about the weather, the second about the comfort in which he is and the third about his beloved nanny. In the fourth, the author combined the weather with an appeal to the nanny. In his creation, the author wanted to convey his feelings, show his creative lyrical nature, which struggles with the circumstances that surrounded him. He seeks protection from the only person close to him, Arina Rodionavna. He asks to sing with him, to drink a mug in order to forget all the misfortunes that have befallen him.
We bring to your attention the full text of Pushkin’s poem “Winter Evening”:
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
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Told:
- Why are you, my old lady, silent at the window?! -...
Why are you, my old lady, silent at the window?! - Sasha suddenly barked in Arina Rodionovna’s ear.
The old woman jumped up in surprise and hit her head on the windowsill.
- Damn Sashka! - She screamed. - I'll beat you once for making jokes like that!
- Gagaga. - the satisfied Sasha laughed cheerfully. - Why do you sleep all day? Let's fucking... uh... Let's drink out of grief. - He recovered.
- Where is the mug? - Arina Rodionovna scoffed sarcastically, holding onto the jumped up bump.
- In terms of?
- What I mean is that you devoured everything yesterday. I told you to leave it until the morning. Where is it...
- What - there’s not a drop left at all? - Pushkin asked dumbfounded.
- Not a bit. - The old lady said. - Yes, and in general you need to knit. Just look at what you're writing.
- Why am I writing? - The poet muttered gloomily.
- And that one. - Arina snapped instructively. - I've gone completely crazy. The editors have already called three times, asking where you get this kind of crap.
- Are they talking about “Lukomorye” and “Tsar Saltan”? - Sasha asked sadly.
- About him, dear. - The nanny grinned. - “There’s a hut there on chicken legs.”. I still need to figure this out...
- Oh, don't come up. - Pushkin winced. - It was necessary to rhyme unknown paths with something. Footpaths. Chicken legs. That's all.
- Yes, fuck it. - Arina Rodionovna laughed. - Poet! The children will teach you at school! They won’t fall asleep at night, imagining the hut... Next. - Arina sat down more comfortably. - How many “Fair Knights” do you have coming out of the sea?
- Thirty. - Sasha muttered.
- Yeah. - The nanny nodded with satisfaction. - How long is it in a fairy tale?
- How many are there? - Pushkin raised his head.
- Thirty-Three Bogatyrs! - The nanny said. - Do they breed there, or what?
Sasha lowered his head and remained silent.
- Why do you have them in your scales? - Arina was asking. - Can you even imagine this picture visually? What were they doing at sea with you?
- They did what they wanted. - Pushkin snapped. - They lived there.
- Live or. - The nanny mimicked. - They probably lived there. They're breath-holding champions, right?
- Why are you so attached? - Sasha was offended. - This is a fairy tale. Fairy tale! So they come out of the sea. According to the plot.
- For what kind of plot?? - Arina Rodionovna was amazed. - This is not a fairy tale at all, but some kind of bullshit! Okay, they rolled up the “unknown little animal” into a barrel - Let’s say! - Although this in itself is absurd. - Arina snorted. - Damn children's fairy tale. “They rolled it into a barrel and pushed it into the okiyan.” - #ban. It’s good that they didn’t set it on fire and didn’t pierce it with swords.
- Ah? - Pushkin jumped up.
- Fuck you. - The nanny besieged. - No need. Let's move on with the story. - Arina Rodionovna stood up, groaning, and began pacing around the room. - So King Guidon has sailed to the island... Here you are, Sashenka, the poet. - Nanny stopped and looked at Sasha.
“Well, a poet...” Sasha responded gloomily. - And what?
“So tell me, poet,” Arina grunted, “The first rhyme that comes to mind for the proper name “Guidon.” A?!
Pushkin fell silent gloomily.
- Is it really “Bow”? - The nanny asked sarcastically. - Why didn’t you immediately call him Gruzdets? "Here Prince Gruzdets writes to you: Soon, king, you..."
- Well, nanny... - Sasha whined. - Well, it was written like that stupidly... Well, why should I rewrite the whole fairy tale now?!
“Not foolishly,” the nanny said admonishingly, “but because of too much drinking.” Let's move on. - Nanny adjusted her glasses. - Squirrel.
- Nya-yayan.. - Alexander Sergeevich whined.
- This is already a squirrel, Comrades! - Arina Rodionovna recited. - Tell me, my dear, what kind of sick fantasy is this?! In your fairy tale, as in your life, the unlucky one: Everything is fine for a week, then hop! - and a squirrel.
Pushkin was sullenly silent.
- Well, your swan woman finally finished off the editorial office.
- Well, what’s wrong with her?? - Sasha jumped up in amazement. - So beautifully summed up the intrigue.
- Oh, what a beauty. - Arina Rodionovna giggled. -Have you even re-read what you scribbled there? - Nanny calmed down, made a soulful face and recited: “Know that your destiny is close. After all, you are the princess!” - Arina could not restrain herself and began to laugh out loud.
- Oh damn... - Sasha grabbed his head with his hands. - I forgot to fix it. Dohokhmili. - He glared angrily at the nanny. - There was no way to say it, wasn’t there?
- You need to re-read it before sending it. - Arina Rodionovna said instructively. - Well, the last thing. - The old lady finally calmed down and looked into Sasha’s eyes. - Saash..
- Ah? - Pushkin muttered.
- Have you ever been to the zoo?
- Well, I was. - Sasha looked at the nanny in bewilderment. - So what?
- Did you see Peacock there? - the nanny asked even more soulfully.
- Saw. - The poet answered without understanding yet. - and what does this actually mean...
- What kind of gait did you see on him? - There were malicious notes in the nanny’s voice. - “...And she’s majestic herself... She performs like a Pava!...” - That is, like a pregnant hen, huh? - Arina Rodionovna summed up. - Really - the queen.
Alexander Sergeevich groaned and rushed to the door.
-Where are you going, Sash? - The nanny asked sympathetically.
- Urgently... Recall... What the hell... This... Let's run!.. - Pushkin shouted incoherently, pulling the door handle.
Arina Rodionovna slowly stood up, walked up to Sasha and gently took her by the sleeve. - It's too late, Sashul. - Nanny smiled softly. - Tomorrow in the city stores.
Alexander Sergeevich froze and began to gasp for air.
- The country must know its heroes by sight, Alexander Sergeevich. - Nanny Giggled. - Let's go already. Let's drink out of grief.
- A cool...
- Yes, I left it, I left it, the nanny cheerfully waved it off. - I knew it would be necessary. Let's go already. You are my monument, not made by hands...
“Winter Evening” Alexander Pushkin
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Analysis of Pushkin’s poem “Winter Evening”
The period to which the writing of the poem “Winter Evening” dates back to is one of the most difficult in the life of Alexander Pushkin. In 1824, the poet achieved his return from southern exile, but did not suspect that an even more serious test awaited him. Instead of Moscow and St. Petersburg, Pushkin was allowed to live in the family estate Mikhailovskoye, where his entire family was at that time. However, the most terrible blow awaited the poet when it turned out that his father had decided to take over the functions of the overseer. It was Sergei Lvovich Pushkin who checked all his son’s correspondence and controlled his every step. Moreover, he constantly provoked the poet in the hope that a major family quarrel in front of witnesses would make it possible to send his son to prison. Such strained and complex relationships with the family, which actually betrayed the poet, forced Pushkin to leave Mikhailovskoye several times under various plausible pretexts and stay for long periods on neighboring estates.
The situation defused only towards the end of autumn, when Pushkin’s parents nevertheless decided to leave Mikhailovskoye and returned to Moscow. A few months later, in the winter of 1825, the poet wrote his famous poem “Winter Evening”, in the lines of which you can catch shades of hopelessness and relief, melancholy and hope for a better life at the same time.
This work begins with a very vivid and figurative description of a snow storm, which “covers the sky with darkness,” as if cutting off the poet from the entire outside world. This is exactly how Pushkin feels under house arrest in Mikhailovsky, which he can leave only after agreement with the supervisory department, and even then not for long. However, driven to despair by forced confinement and loneliness, the poet perceives the storm as an unexpected guest, who sometimes cries like a child, sometimes howls like a wild animal, rustles straw on the roof and knocks on the window like a belated traveler.
However, the poet is not alone on the family estate. Next to him is his beloved nanny and nurse, Arina Rodionovna, who continues to take care of her pupil with the same devotion and selflessness. Her company brightens up the gray winter days of the poet, who notices every little detail in the appearance of his confidante, calling her “my old lady.” Pushkin understands that the nanny treats him like her own son, so she worries about his fate and tries to help the poet with wise advice. He likes to listen to her songs and watch the spindle deftly sliding in the hands of this no longer young woman. But the dull winter landscape outside the window and the snow storm, so similar to the storm in the poet’s soul, do not allow him to fully enjoy this idyll, for which he has to pay with his own freedom. In order to somehow relieve the mental pain, the author turns to the nanny with the words: “Let’s have a drink, good friend of my poor youth.” The poet sincerely believes that this “will make the heart happier” and all everyday troubles will be left behind.
It is difficult to say how fair this statement was, but it is known that in 1826, after the new Emperor Nicholas I promised the poet his patronage, Pushkin voluntarily returned to Mikhailovskoye, where he lived for another month, enjoying the peace, quiet and autumn landscape outside the window. . Rural life clearly benefited the poet; he became more restrained and patient, and also began to take his own creativity more seriously and devote much more time to it. When the poet needed solitude, he did not have to think long about where to go. After his exile, Pushkin visited Mikhailovskoye several times, admitting that his heart remained forever in this dilapidated family estate, where he was always a long-awaited guest and could count on the support of the person closest to him - his nanny Arina Rodionovna.
Winter evening
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief: where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
A.S. Pushkin wrote the poem Winter Evening in 1825, in the village of Mikhailovskoye, where he was exiled after the southern exile.
In the south, Pushkin was surrounded by bright pictures of nature - the sea, mountains, sun, numerous friends and a festive atmosphere.
Finding himself in Mikhailovskoye, Pushkin suddenly felt loneliness and boredom. In addition, in Mikhailovskoye it turned out that the poet’s own father took on the functions of an overseer, checking his son’s correspondence and monitoring his every step.
In Pushkin's poetry, the house, the family hearth, always symbolized protection from life's adversities and blows of fate. The resulting strained relationship with his family forced the poet to leave home, spending time with neighbors or in nature. This mood could not help but be reflected in his poems.
An example is the poem “Winter Evening”. There are two heroes in the poem - the lyrical hero and the old woman - the poet's favorite nanny, Arina Rodionovna, to whom the poem is dedicated. The poem has four stanzas. each of two quatrains.
In the first stanza, the poet paints a picture of a snow storm. The whirling of whirlwinds, the howling and crying of the wind creates a mood of melancholy and hopelessness, and the hostility of the outside world. In the second stanza, Pushkin contrasts the house with the outside world, but this house is a poor defense - a dilapidated shack, sad and dark. And the image of the heroine, an old woman sitting motionless by the window, also emanates sadness and hopelessness. And suddenly, in the third stanza, bright motives appear - the desire to overcome despondency and hopelessness. Awaken a tired soul from sleep. There is hope for a better life. In the fourth stanza, the picture of a hostile external world is repeated again, which is contrasted with the inner strength of the lyrical hero. The main protection and salvation from life’s adversities and shocks is not the walls of the house, but the inner strength of a person, his positive attitude, Pushkin says in his poem.
Loneliness in Mikhailovskoye. What so oppressed the poet also had positive sides. Later, the poet will remember this time with love and wish to bring it back. In the peace and quiet of nature, the poet was inspired, his senses were heightened and new vivid images, magnificent colors and epithets were born, which we find, for example, in his descriptions of pictures of nature. An example is the poem Winter Morning.
Winter morning
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
The poem Winter Morning is bright and joyful, it exudes cheerfulness and optimism. The impression is enhanced by the fact that it is all built on contrasts. The rapid beginning of the poem “Frost and Sun, a Wonderful Day”, gentle poetic images of the beauty - the heroine of the poem, to whom the author appeals to go for a walk, already create a joyful and bright mood. And suddenly, in the second stanza - a description of a cloudy yesterday evening. storms outside the window, the sad mood of the heroine. Pushkin here uses gloomy colors (cloudy sky, haze, the moon turns yellow through the gloomy clouds). And again, by contrast, in the third stanza there is a description of this brilliant morning. Bright and rich epithets (blue skies, magnificent carpets, a glistening river, etc.) create the image of a magnificent sparkling winter landscape and convey a cheerful, cheerful mood. The author seems to be saying that you should never give in to despondency, adversity is transitory, and bright and joyful days will certainly follow. Having described the delights of nature, the hero again turns his gaze to the room in the fourth stanza of the poem. This room is no longer dull as it was the day before; it is illuminated with a golden, alluring “warm amber light.” Comfort and warmth beckon you to stay at home, but you don’t need to give in to laziness. to freedom, to fresh air! - the author calls.
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The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Analysis of the poem “Winter Evening” by Pushkin
Winter Evening by A.S. Pushkin was written in 1825. The inspiration for the poet was the small village of Mikhailovskoye, where the poet was sent some time after his southern exile. The abrupt change of environment - from the bright, sunny south, where Pushkin was surrounded by picturesque mountain landscapes, seas and a festive atmosphere among friends, to a distant settlement in winter, inspired a depressing state on the poet, who was already feeling sad. It was during this period of his life that Pushkin was under the supervision of his own father. All correspondence and further actions of the young talent were under strict control.
Pushkin always associated the family hearth with reliable support and protection in any life situation. But in such conditions he was practically forced out of his native circle, and the poet became imbued with local nature, spending a lot of time outside the house.
In the poem “Winter Evening” the author’s depressed and, in some way, hermit mood is clearly observed. The main characters are the lyrical protagonist and the old woman, symbolizing the poet’s favorite nanny, to whom the poem is dedicated.
The first of four stanzas vividly conveys the impressions of a snow storm. The swirling winds, accompanied by lonely howls and cries, convey a mood of melancholy and a state of hopelessness in relation to a hostile world.
The second stanza reveals the contrast between home and the outside world, in which housing is presented as dilapidated, sad and full of darkness, unable to protect against life’s adversities. An old woman who spends her time motionless, looking out the window, also evokes sadness and hopelessness.
Unexpectedly, in the third stanza there is a desire to overcome the melancholy state and renounce hopelessness. The tired soul must again find the strength to awaken and hope for a better path in life reappears.
The poem ends with a picture of the confrontation between the hero’s inner strength and the hostility of the outside world. Now it becomes clear that only the hero’s personal strengths, a positive attitude, and not the walls of his home can protect him from life’s adversities. Pushkin comes to this conclusion in his poem.
The sad experience of loneliness in Mikhailovskoye will later warm the poet’s soul and will forever remain a pleasant memory. In the peace and quiet, Pushkin gained new inspiration and many bright images, colors and epithets with which he praised nature in the future.
