The good doctor Aibolit is sitting under a tree. Aibolit - poetry and prose

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.

1899

The poet Konstantin Balmont is rightfully considered one of the first Russian symbolists, whose work became a role model among writers at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. Experimenting with styles, Balmont was fond of decadence and romanticism, but he attached great importance to symbols in his work, believing that only with their help can he most fully and vividly express his thoughts and convey them to future generations of readers.
K. D. Balmont... in his work very often turned to nature, describing its beauty, mystery and grandeur. His poems are amazingly beautiful and musical; perfectly chosen rhymes, clear words and a certain ease of writing give Balmont’s works tenderness, freshness and melodiousness. In the poem "Autumn", the poet describes the beginning autumn time- colorful autumn.
Poem " Autumn"was written by the poet in 1899, at the peak literary fame. This short and, at first glance, very lyrical work actually carries a rather deep semantic load. The poem begins with simple phrases about how lingonberries are ripening in the forest, the days are getting shorter and the cry of birds flying south brings me sadness. This is exactly what the autumn blues look like, which often grips the souls of impressionable and romantic people who have a keen sense of the world and living with him in harmony."
The author says that " my heart became sadder" Either this state of nature in the autumn season so impresses the poet, or the impending changes in society, since the poem was written in 1899. The poet's heart is filled with sadness, even " the sun laughs less often"... Rainy weather, which is quite typical for the second half of autumn, here is a kind of symbol of the onset of bad changes, and not only in nature as the change of seasons.
We should not forget that this work dates from the last year of the outgoing 19th century. The change of eras causes Symbolists not only slight sadness, but also quite understandable panic. In every event they see a kind of omen that life will change very soon. Moreover, not in better side. Therefore, in the poem “Autumn” there are clear nostalgic notes, which today, after a century, can be called prophetic. Konstantin Balmont admires the birds that fly overseas to warmer lands, and seems to have a presentiment that he will soon have to leave Russia, where autumn will come not because of the time of year, but because of the feeling when everything old dies, but the new has not yet arrived. destined to be born.
The poet associates autumn itself with tears, which is also very symbolic. And it’s not just the rainy weather, which is very typical for this time of year. 17 years will pass, and on exactly the same rainy autumn day the world will be split into two opposing camps. Therefore, the phrase “autumn will soon wake up and cry awake” can be interpreted as a premonition of trouble, which is as inevitable as the change of seasons.
If we consider this work With literary point sight, without trying to read it between the lines, then the poem “Autumn” represents superb example landscape lyrics. Moreover, Konstantin Balmont, reputed to be a polyglot and expert 15 foreign languages, does not seek to color the description of the saddest time of the year with bright epithets and comparisons.”
Let us turn to the text of the poem itself “ Autumn».
The text of the poem is divided into three quatrains, related in meaning, which organizes the reader’s attention.
The integrity of the text is achieved not only in meaning, but also thanks to exact lexical repetitions (steel-steel), root repetitions (bird-birds, colorful - flowers), contextual synonyms (colder-sadder).
The dominant feature of the entire text is the title “ Autumn" It not only sets the theme for the poem, but also turns into a proper name in the last stanza " Autumn will wake up soon..." Thus, the poet shows that autumn for him is a living person.
By genre this poem refers to elegy. The elegy is written in the first person. Thus, before us lyrical work, imbued with a sad mood.
The poem is written in two-foot anapest, thanks to which the text is pronounced easily and smoothly, as if in a chant. This is also facilitated by the exact female rhyme and the cross type of rhyme. Taken together, these features make the text sound more melodic and lyrical.
As already mentioned, there are practically no artistic tropes in the text of the poem. However, it is easy to notice permanent epithet"blue sea" and personifications " The sun laughs less often», « Soon Autumn will wake up and cry awake" With these words, the poet emphasizes that nature, like Living being, also misses spring time. She is sad for warm summer days. There is always spring inside her, as well as in the soul of the author himself, who speaks easily and without any special embellishment about the autumn season.
Let's look at the syntax of the poem. The first two stanzas are complex sentences, consisting of a number of simple ones. The last stanza consists of one complex and one complicated homogeneous members offers. It is interesting to have compound nominal predicates (“ have become colder», « became sadder», « laughs less often»). Lexical meaning of a compound predicate, contained in its basis, does not express any action, but serves to convey the mood of nature and the mood of the author consonant with it.
After the first reading, it can be noted that the logical emphasis falls precisely on these predicates, which perfectly conveys the feelings of the author himself.
From the phonetic side, we can note the alliteration for voiceless noisy WITH, C. Thanks to the repetition of these consonant sounds, the expressiveness of the poem is enhanced, it becomes more harmonious. These sounds capture the sadness and melancholy not only of nature itself, but also of the author. The reader feels the poet’s sad mood; it seems that he himself is somewhere nearby and hears his quiet, melodious speech.

By With sings bru With Nika,
WITH The days were getting colder,
And from the bird's cry
IN With erd ts e With talo gru With more precisely.

WITH Thai petit ts fly away
Away, for With frosty sea.
All the trees are near With are melting
In different ts wet attire.

WITH oln ts e less often With mee[ ts A],
No in ts vetah incense.
WITH koro o With talk about With Not[ ts A]
And he will cry With about With onya.

So the poem "Autumn"is a vivid example of landscape poetry. Balmont presented a description of the saddest time of the year, without using bright epithets and comparisons without coloring it with colorful words. He managed to convey in this poem both a description of autumn and the state of his soul and feelings that fill his inner world.

The poet Konstantin Balmont, a recognized romantic poet, the first Russian symbolist, believed that with the help of symbols you can fully and beautifully, and, most importantly, easily express your thoughts and feelings.

He wrote the poem “Autumn” in 1899, when he was already well famous poet. At first, the poem can be classified as a simple lyrical work, because it begins quite casually and talks about an ordinary natural phenomenon - the onset of autumn: the lingonberries have ripened, and the days are getting shorter, and the cries of birds flying to hot countries can be heard. Sadness, melancholy, almost obvious melancholy in the souls of romantics, people who react sharply to the world around them, to the mood of nature, because they live in this world and enjoy every manifestation of it.

But this is only the beginning of the work, which sets us up for further perception, perhaps of something more serious and important than the simple onset of the next autumn season.

The poem carries a political meaning, because it was written in Last year the passing nineteenth century, on the threshold of the twentieth century. An attentive reader will understand that the author seems to be saying goodbye to the birds flying far, far away; he seems to feel that in the near future he will be forced, as if imitating these flying birds, to leave his native side, to leave his homeland, which will face the same changes how in autumn nature: everything old dies in anticipation of a new birth, the birth of a new era.

Reading the poem, you understand that autumn for the author is rain, and rain is tears. K. Balmont seems to feel a misfortune that will definitely come, will come like the change of seasons, and the phrase “soon autumn will wake up and cry awake” should be understood exactly like that.

Of course, if we talk only about the poem itself, and not about it figurative meaning, then we can say that the author simply masterfully describes a dull time, using epithets and comparisons, not as bright and juicy as those of other great Russian writers and poets, but nevertheless. In his in ordinary words there is some hidden meaning: sadness, melancholy, he seems to be mourning the fate of Russia, in which huge changes are coming.

The poem is very “quiet”, sad, it seems to me that it teaches simply, “quietly and calmly” to love your land, your corner, your autumn, your Motherland, to remember that Russia is the most wonderful country on Earth, with the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets, birds and trees, to know that there is nothing more beautiful than the beloved Motherland, to love it and be proud of it.

"Aibolit" is old good fairy tale in poems about the caring, sympathetic and selfless Doctor Aibolit. He hurries to the aid of all the animals: the hare whose bunny was injured, the watchdog whose nose was pecked by a chicken, the fox who was bitten by a wasp, and other large and small animals. Doctor Aibolit is so responsive that, having received a telegram from the hippopotamus, he immediately got ready and went to Africa, repeating only one cherished “Limpopo!” Having gone through obstacles - high mountains, dense forests and the endless sea, he got to the sick animals: he patted the hippos on the tummies, set them thermometers and gave them chocolate, and treated the cubs and camels to eggnog; cured the teeth of the Karakul Shark and her children. The image of Doctor Aibolit for Korney Chukovsky was Doctor Shabad, who was the same kind and kind-hearted person. He helped all the beggars and homeless people who turned to him, and sympathized with everyone. Despite his meager salary, he traveled to the outskirts of the city and treated the poor completely disinterestedly. His fame quickly spread and soon animals began to be brought to him, as well as to Dr. Aibolit, for treatment. For his goodness, after his death, a monument was erected to Dr. Shabad in Vilnius. This fairy tale teaches us the importance of helping those in need without expecting anything in return. Doctor Aibolit is a wonderful example of a person who was kind to everyone, selflessly helped everyone and, as is always the case with people like this, finding yourself in difficult situation shaggy wolves immediately came to his aid: “Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback, we’ll get you there quickly,” a huge whale: “Sit on me, Aibolit, and how big steamer, I will take you forward,” and the eagles that helped him get to Limpopo. The idea of kindness, love for others, sacrifice, selflessness runs like a red thread through this fairy tale. It will be a great example for young children and older children, that what kind of person you need to be in life to be surrounded by good and kind people.

Dear Doctor Aibolit!
He is sitting under a tree.
Come to him for treatment
And the cow and the she-wolf,
And the bug and the worm,
And a bear!

He will heal everyone, he will heal everyone
Good Doctor Aibolit!

And the fox came to Aibolit:
“Oh, I was bitten by a wasp!”

And the watchdog came to Aibolit:
“A chicken pecked me on the nose!”

And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ay, ah!
My bunny got hit by a tram!
My bunny, my boy
Got hit by a tram!

He ran along the path
And his legs were cut,
And now he's sick and lame,
My little bunny!”

And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter!
Give it here!

I'll sew him new legs,
He will run along the track again.”

And they brought a bunny to him,
So sick and lame!
And the doctor sewed his legs,
And the bunny jumps again.
And with him the mother hare
I also went dancing.
And she laughs and shouts:
“Well, thank you, Aibolit!”

Suddenly a jackal came from somewhere
He rode on a mare:
“Here is a telegram for you
From Hippopotamus!

"Come, doctor,
To Africa soon
And save me, doctor,
Our babies!

"What's happened? Really
Are your children sick?

"Yes Yes Yes! They have a sore throat
Scarlet fever, cholera,
Diphtheria, appendicitis,
Malaria and bronchitis!

Come quickly
Good Doctor Aibolit!”

"Okay, okay, I'll run,
I will help your children.

But where do you live?
On the mountain or in the swamp?

"We live in Zanzibar,
In the Kalahari and Sahara,
On Mount Fernando Po,
Where does Hippo walk?
Along the wide Limpopo."

And Aibolit stood up, Aibolit ran,
He runs through fields, through forests, through meadows.
And Aibolit repeats only one word:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail:
“Hey, Aibolit, come back!”
And Aibolit fell and lies in the snow:
“I can’t go any further.”

And now to him from behind the tree
Shaggy wolves run out:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We’ll get you there quickly!”

And Aibolit galloped forward
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

But in front of them is the sea
It rages and makes noise in the open space.
And there is a high wave in the sea,
Now she will swallow Aibolit.

"Oh, if I drown,
If I go down,

With my forest animals?

But then a whale swims out:
“Sit on me, Aibolit,
And, like a big ship,
I’ll take you ahead!”

And sat on the whale Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

And the mountains stand in front of him on the way,
And he begins to crawl through the mountains,
And the mountains are getting higher, and the mountains are getting steeper,
And the mountains go under the very clouds!

"Oh, if I don't get there,
If I get lost on the way,
What will happen to them, to the sick,
With my forest animals?

And now from a high cliff
Eagles descended to Aibolit:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We’ll get you there quickly!”

And Aibolit sat on the eagle
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

And in Africa,
And in Africa,
On black
Limpopo,
Sits and cries
In Africa
Sad Hippopo.

He's in Africa, he's in Africa
Sits under a palm tree
And by sea from Africa
He looks without rest:
Isn't he going on a boat?
Dr. Aibolit?

And they prowl along the road
Elephants and rhinoceroses
And they say angrily:
“Why is there no Aibolit?”

And there are hippos nearby
Grabbing their tummies:
They, the hippos,
Stomachs hurt.

And then the ostrich chicks
They squeal like piglets
Oh, it's a pity, a pity, a pity
Poor ostriches!

They have measles and diphtheria,
They have smallpox and bronchitis,
And their head hurts
And my throat hurts.

They lie and rave:
“Well, why isn’t he going?
Well, why isn't he going?
Dr. Aibolit?"

And she took a nap next to her
toothy shark,
toothy shark
Lying in the sun.

Oh, her little ones,
Poor baby sharks
It's been twelve days already
My teeth hurt!

And a dislocated shoulder
The poor grasshopper's;
He doesn't jump, he doesn't jump,
And he cries bitterly
And the doctor calls:
“Oh, where is the good doctor?
When will he come?

But look, some kind of bird
It rushes closer and closer through the air,
Look, Aibolit is sitting on a bird
And he waves his hat and shouts loudly:
"Long live sweet Africa!"

And all the kids are happy and happy:
“I’ve arrived, I’ve arrived! Cheers cheers!"

And the bird circles above them,
And the bird lands on the ground.

And Aibolit runs to the hippos,
And pats them on the tummies,
And everyone in order
Gives me chocolate
And sets and sets thermometers for them!

And to the striped ones
He runs to the tiger cubs
And to the poor hunchbacks
Sick camels
And every Gogol,
Mogul everyone,
Gogol-mogol,
Gogol-mogol,
Serves him with Gogol-Mogol.

Ten nights Aibolit
Doesn't eat, doesn't drink and doesn't sleep,
Ten nights in a row
He heals unfortunate animals
And he sets and sets thermometers for them.

So he cured them,
Limpopo!
So he cured the sick,
Limpopo!
And they went to laugh
Limpopo!
And dance and play around,
Limpopo!

And the shark Karakula
Winked with her right eye
And he laughs, and he laughs,
As if someone was tickling her.

And the little hippos
Grabbed their tummies
And they laugh and burst into tears -
So that the oak trees shake.

Here comes Hippo, here comes Popo,
Hippo-popo, Hippo-popo!
Here comes the Hippopotamus.

It comes from Zanzibar,
He goes to Kilimanjaro -
And he shouts and he sings:
“Glory, glory to Aibolit!
Glory to the good doctors!

Text only:

Good Doctor Aibolit!
He is sitting under a tree.
Come to him for treatment
And the cow and the she-wolf,
And the bug and the worm,
And a bear!

He will heal everyone, he will heal everyone
Good Doctor Aibolit!

And the fox came to Aibolit:
“Oh, I was bitten by a wasp!”

And the watchdog came to Aibolit:
“A chicken pecked me on the nose!”

And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ay, ah!
My bunny got hit by a tram!
My bunny, my boy
Got hit by a tram!
He ran along the path
And his legs were cut,
And now he's sick and lame,
My little bunny!”

And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter!
Give it here!
I'll sew him new legs,
He will run on the track again.”
And they brought a bunny to him,
So sick, lame,
And the doctor sewed his legs,
And the bunny jumps again.
And with him the mother hare
I also went dancing
And she laughs and shouts:
“Well, thank you. Aibolit!

Suddenly a jackal came from somewhere
He rode on a mare:
“Here is a telegram for you
From Hippopotamus!

"Come, doctor,
To Africa soon
And save me, doctor,
Our babies!

"What's happened? Really
Are your children sick?

"Yes Yes Yes! They have a sore throat
Scarlet fever, cholera,
Diphtheria, appendicitis,
Malaria and bronchitis!

Come quickly
Good Doctor Aibolit!”

"Okay, okay, I'll run,
I will help your children.
But where do you live?
On the mountain or in the swamp?

"We live in Zanzibar,
In the Kalahari and Sahara,
On Mount Fernando Po,
Where does Hippo walk?
Along the wide Limpopo."

And Aibolit stood up and Aibolit ran.
He runs through fields, but through forests, through meadows.
And Aibolit repeats only one word:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail:
“Hey, Aibolit, come back!”
And Aibolit fell and lies in the snow:
“I can’t go any further.”

And now to him from behind the tree
Shaggy wolves run out:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We’ll get you there quickly!”

And Aibolit galloped forward
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

But here in front of them is the sea -
It rages and makes noise in the open space.
And there is a high wave in the sea.
Now she will swallow Aibolit.

"Oh, if I drown,
If I go down,

With my forest animals?
But then a whale swims out:
“Sit on me, Aibolit,
And, like a big ship,
I’ll take you ahead!”

And sat on the whale Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

"Oh, if I don't get there,
If I get lost on the way,
What will happen to them, to the sick,
With my forest animals?

And now from a high cliff
Eagles flew to Aibolit:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We’ll get you there quickly!”

And Aibolit sat on the eagle
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"

And in Africa,
And in Africa,
On black
Limpopo,
Sits and cries
In Africa
Sad Hippopo.

He's in Africa, he's in Africa
Sits under a palm tree
And by sea from Africa
He looks without rest:
Isn't he going on a boat?
Dr. Aibolit?

And they prowl along the road
Elephants and rhinoceroses
And they say angrily:
“Why is there no Aibolit?”

And there are hippos nearby
Grabbing their tummies:
They, the hippos,
Stomachs hurt.

And then the ostrich chicks
They squeal like piglets.
Oh, it's a pity, a pity, a pity
Poor ostriches!

They have measles and diphtheria,
They have smallpox and bronchitis,
And their head hurts
And my throat hurts.

They lie and rave:
“Well, why isn’t he going?
Well, why isn't he going?
Dr. Aibolit?"

And she took a nap next to her
toothy shark,
toothy shark
Lying in the sun.

Oh, her little ones,
Poor baby sharks
It's been twelve days already
My teeth hurt!

And a dislocated shoulder
The poor grasshopper's;
He doesn't jump, he doesn't jump,
And he cries bitterly
And the doctor calls:
“Oh, where is the good doctor?
When will he come?

But look, some kind of bird
It rushes closer and closer through the air.
Look, Aibolit is sitting on a bird
And he waves his hat and shouts loudly:
"Long live sweet Africa!"

And all the kids are happy and happy:
“I’ve arrived, I’ve arrived! Hooray! Hooray!"

And the bird circles above them,
And the bird lands on the ground.
And Aibolit runs to the hippos,
And pats them on the tummies,
And everyone in order
Gives me chocolate
And sets and sets thermometers for them!

And to the striped ones
He runs to the tiger cubs.
And to the poor hunchbacks
Sick camels
And every Gogol,
Mogul everyone,
Gogol-mogol,
Gogol-mogol,
Serves him with Gogol-Mogol.

Ten nights Aibolit
Doesn't eat, doesn't drink and doesn't sleep,
Ten nights in a row
He heals unfortunate animals
And he sets and sets thermometers for them.

So he cured them,
Limpopo!
So he cured the sick.
Limpopo!
And they went to laugh
Limpopo!
And dance and play around,
Limpopo!

And the shark Karakula
Winked with her right eye
And he laughs, and he laughs,
As if someone was tickling her.

And the little hippos
Grabbed their tummies
And they laugh and burst into tears -
So the oak trees shake.

Here comes Hippo, here comes Popo,
Hippo-popo, Hippo-popo!
Here comes the Hippopotamus.
It comes from Zanzibar.
He goes to Kilimanjaro -
And he shouts and he sings:
“Glory, glory to Aibolit!
Glory to the good doctors!

AIBOLIT

Korney Chukovsky