It's spring and there's snow. Analysis of the poem “The last snow in the field is melting”

The last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth,
And the blue jug blooms,
And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms are impatiently awaiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,
At night the stars shine so brightly;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is my heart heavy?

It's hard for you to live, my friend, I know
And I understand your sadness:
You should fly back to your native land
And you don’t feel sorry for the earthly spring...
_______________

Oh wait, wait a little longer
Let me go there with you too...
The road will seem easier to us -
Let's fly past her hand in hand!..

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You are now reading the poem The last snow in the field is melting, by the poet Alexey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

“The last snow in the field is melting...” Alexei Tolstoy

The last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth,
And the blue jug blooms,
And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms are impatiently awaiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,
At night the stars shine so brightly;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is my heart heavy?

It's hard for you to live, my friend, I know
And I understand your sadness:
You should fly back to your native land
And you don’t feel sorry for the earthly spring...
_______________

*Oh wait, wait a little longer,
Let me go there with you too...
The road will seem easier to us -
Let's fly past her hand in hand!..

Analysis of Tolstoy’s poem “The last snow in the field is melting...”

A brilliant chamberlain and a talented poet, Alexei Tolstoy never imagined that an affair with a married woman would play a fatal role in his fate. Not only did his relatives and acquaintances turn away from the 30-year-old count, but his career at court was also in jeopardy thanks to the scandal. As a result, the poet was forced to settle in the most distant family estate, refusing to meet with his chosen one, Sophia Miller. Despite the fact that Tolstoy had the most serious intentions towards this woman, the poet’s mother opposed marriage with her. Moreover, Sophia herself for many years could not get a divorce from her legal spouse, dreaming only of rare dates with her lover.

As a result, in the spring of 1856, when the poem “The last snow in the field is melting” was written, the lovers found themselves thousands of miles away from each other, realizing that fate was preparing yet another test for them. Poisoned by the bitterness of separation, Alexey Tolstoy understands that his chosen one will face an even less enviable fate. After all, she is forced to stay in St. Petersburg and constantly be in public, enduring ridicule and public insults.

The poem “Now the last snow in the field is melting” is built on contrast, and its first part is devoted to a description of nature. The author seems to want to show that the world lives according to previously established laws, which no one can break. Indeed, what do the cranes that “call each other” care about the feelings of two loving people who are separated? Their suffering will not change the course of the universe and will not force the “young forest” to abandon the first spring thunderstorm, or the “blue jug” to refuse to bloom. It seems to the author that the awakening nature seems to be mocking him. After all, at that moment when he is so lonely, “all spring is warmed by the breath, everything around loves and sings.”

It would seem that the surrounding world, filled with joy and light, should distract the poet from gloomy thoughts. However, Tolstoy never ceases to ask the question: “Why is it so gloomy in your soul and why is your heart heavy?” The poet understands that he is not the only one who feels so sad and lonely at this moment. His chosen one has it even more difficult. Therefore, turning to Sophia Miller, Tolstoy emphasizes: “I understand your sadness.” He knows that his beloved is not at all happy about the coming spring, which brings with it separation and is devoid of hope. Indeed, the future of the lovers is uncertain, and they do not yet suspect that 7 long years will pass before they can reunite, contrary to public opinion.

Alexey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

The last snow in the field is melting,
Warm steam rises from the earth,
And the blue jug blooms,
And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms are impatiently awaiting;
All springs are warmed by breath,
Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,
At night the stars shine so brightly;
Why is it so dark in your soul
And why is my heart heavy?

It's hard for you to live, my friend, I know
And I understand your sadness:
You should fly back to your native land
And you don’t feel sorry for the earthly spring...
_______________

*Oh wait, wait a little longer,
Let me go there with you too...
The road will seem easier to us -
Let's fly past her hand in hand!..

Sophia Miller (Fat)

Despite the fact that Tolstoy had the most serious intentions towards this woman, the poet’s mother opposed marriage with her. Moreover, Sophia herself for many years could not get a divorce from her legal spouse, dreaming only of rare dates with her lover.

As a result, in the spring of 1856, when the poem “The last snow in the field is melting” was written, the lovers found themselves thousands of miles away from each other, realizing that fate was preparing yet another test for them. Poisoned by the bitterness of separation, Alexei Tolstoy understands that his chosen one will face an even less enviable fate. After all, she is forced to stay in St. Petersburg and constantly be in public, enduring ridicule and public insults.

RUSSIAN POETS ABOUT THE HOMELAND AND NATIVE NATURE

A. K. Tolstoy

The last snow in the field is melting,

Warm steam rises from the earth,

And the blue jug blooms,

And the cranes call each other.

Young forest, dressed in green smoke,

Warm thunderstorms are impatiently awaiting;

All springs are warmed by breath,

Everything around loves and sings;

In the morning the sky is clear and transparent,

At night the stars shine so brightly;

Why is it so dark in your soul

And why is my heart heavy?

It's sad for you to live, oh friend, I know

And I understand your sadness:

You would fly back to your native land,

And you don’t feel sorry for the earthly spring...

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