Glorious autumn, healthy, vigorous air, tired. “Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous..." (excerpt from the poem "Railroad")

In 1913, sad news spread throughout the world. The giant ocean liner Titanic sank after colliding with an iceberg. Experts explained the causes of the disaster in different ways. They agreed that in the fog the captain did not see the huge floating ice mountain and, having flown into it, the ship ended its earthly existence.

If we look at this unfortunate event through the eyes of a chemist, we will come to a very unexpected conclusion: the Titanic fell victim to yet another water anomaly.

Frightening ice blocks - icebergs float like a cork on the surface of the water. Blocks of tens of thousands of tons.

And all because ice is lighter than water.

Try to melt any metal and throw a piece of the same metal into the melt: it will instantly sink. In the solid state, any substance has a higher density than in the liquid state. Ice and water are surprising exceptions to this rule. Without this exception, all bodies of water in the middle latitudes would quickly freeze to the bottom: all living things would die here.

Remember Nekrasov’s poems:

The ice is fragile on the icy river,

It lies like melting sugar...

Knocked very coldy, the ice will get stronger. Will stretch along the river winter road. But under a thick layer of ice, water will flow, as before. The river will not freeze to the bottom.

Ice, the solid state of water, is an extremely unique substance. There are several types of ice. There is only one known in nature, the one that melts at zero degrees. Scientists in laboratories, using high pressures, have obtained six more ice varieties. The most fabulous of them (ice VII), found at a pressure of more than 21,700 atmospheres, could be called hot ice. It melts at a temperature of 192 degrees above zero, at a pressure of 32 thousand atmospheres.

It seemed that the picture of melting ice could be more ordinary. But what amazing things happen!

Any solid substance begins to expand after melting. The water obtained when ice melts behaves completely differently: it contracts and only then, if the temperature continues to rise, begins to expand. This happens again due to strong ability water molecules attract each other. At four degrees above zero, this ability manifests itself especially sharply. Therefore, at this temperature, water has the greatest density; That’s why our rivers, ponds and lakes don’t freeze to the bottom even in the most severe cold.

You rejoice at the arrival of spring, admire the beautiful days of golden autumn. Joyful spring drops and the crimson decoration of the forests...

Again, an anomalous property of water!

It takes a lot of heat to melt ice. Incomparably more than for melting any other substance taken in the same quantity.

When water freezes, this heat is released again. Ice and snow, giving back heat, heat the ground and air. They soften the abrupt transition to harsh winter and allow autumn to reign for several weeks. In spring, melting ice delays the onset of hot days.

We offer you beautiful autumn poems by N. Nekrasov. Each of us knows well from childhood Nekrasov's poems about autumn, and someone reads them to their children and grandchildren. These poems are included in school curriculum for different classes.
Nekrasov’s shorts help not only to develop speech and memory, but also to get acquainted with beautiful time year autumn.

Nikolay Nekrasov - Autumn

Before - a village holiday,
Today, autumn is hungry;
There is no end to a woman's sadness,
No time for beer and wine.
Since Sunday the mail has been raving
Our Orthodox people,
On Saturdays he goes to town,
Walks, asks, finds out:
Who is killed, who is wounded in the summer,
Who was missing, who was found?
According to some infirmaries
Were the survivors transported?
Is it so creepy? vault of heaven
Dark at noon as in the night;
Don't sit in a cramped house,
Does not lie on the stove.
Full, warm, thank God,
Just sleep! No, you're not sleeping,
So it’s drawn to the road,
There's no way you'll lie down.
And we have a good road!
So they carry a lot of crippled people,
What's behind them on the hill,
As the carriages rush by,
Human moans
Clearly audible at dawn.

Nikolai Nekrasov - Verse 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...

Nikolay Nekrasov - Uncompressed strip

Late fall. The rooks have flown away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,

Only one strip is not compressed...
She makes me sad.

The ears seem to whisper to each other:
"It's boring for us to listen to the autumn blizzard,

It's boring to bow down to the ground,
Fat grains bathing in dust!

Every night we are ruined by the villages
Every passing voracious bird,

The hare tramples us, and the storm beats us...
Where is our plowman? what else is waiting?

Or are we worse born than others?
Or did they bloom and spike unharmoniously?

No! we are no worse than others - and for a long time
The grain has filled and ripened within us.

It was not for this reason that he plowed and sowed
So that the autumn wind will scatter us?..”

The wind brings them a sad answer:
- Your plowman has no urine.

He knew why he plowed and sowed,
Yes, I didn’t have the strength to start the work.

The poor fellow is feeling bad - he doesn’t eat or drink,
The worm is sucking his aching heart,

The hands that made these furrows,
They dried up into slivers and hung like whips.

As if laying your hand on a plow,
The plowman walked thoughtfully along the strip.

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on a chilly 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 faded,
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...

Good dad! Why the charm?
Should I keep Vanya the smart one?
You will allow me in the moonlight
Show him the truth.

This work, Vanya, was terribly enormous
Not enough for one!
There is a king in the world: this king is merciless,
Hunger is its name.

He leads armies; at sea by ships
Rules; rounds up people in the artel,
Walks behind the plow, stands behind
Stonemasons, weavers.

It was he who drove the masses of people here.
Many are in a terrible struggle,
Having brought these barren wilds back to life,
They found a coffin for themselves here.

The path is straight: the embankments are narrow,
Columns, rails, bridges.
And on the sides there are all Russian bones...
How many of them! Vanechka, do you know?

Chu! menacing exclamations were heard!
Stomping and gnashing of teeth;
A shadow ran across the frosty glass...
What's there? Crowd of the dead!

Then they overtake the cast-iron road,
They run in different directions.
Do you hear singing?.. “On this moonlit night
We love to see your work!

We struggled under the heat, under the cold,
With an ever-bent back,
They lived in dugouts, fought hunger,
They were cold and wet and suffered from scurvy.

The literate foremen robbed us,
The authorities flogged me, the need was pressing...
We, God's warriors, have endured everything,
Peaceful children of labor!

Brothers! You are reaping our benefits!
We are destined to rot in the earth...
Do you still remember us poor people kindly?
Or have you forgotten a long time ago?..”

Do not be horrified by their wild singing!
From Volkhov, from Mother Volga, from Oka,
From different ends of the great state -
These are all your brothers - men!

It's a shame to be timid, to cover yourself with a glove,
You're not little!.. With Russian hair,
You see, he’s standing there, exhausted by fever,
Tall sick Belarusian:

Bloodless lips, drooping eyelids,
Ulcers on skinny arms
Always standing in knee-deep water
The legs are swollen; tangles in hair;

I'm digging into my chest, which I diligently put on the spade
Day after day I worked hard all my life...
Take a closer look at him, Vanya:
Man earned his bread with difficulty!

I didn’t straighten my hunchbacked back
He is still: stupidly silent
And mechanically with a rusty shovel
It's hammering the frozen ground!

This noble habit of work
It would be a good idea for us to adopt...
Bless the work of the people
And learn to respect a man.

Don’t be shy for your dear fatherland...
The Russian people have endured enough
He also took out this railway -
He will endure whatever God sends!

Will bear everything - and a wide, clear
He will pave the way for himself with his chest.
It’s just a pity to live in this wonderful time
You won’t have to, neither me nor you.

At this moment the whistle is deafening
He squealed - the crowd of dead people disappeared!
“I saw, dad, I had an amazing dream,”
Vanya said, “five thousand men,”

Representatives of Russian tribes and breeds
Suddenly they appeared - and he said to me:
“Here they are - the builders of our road!..”
The general laughed!

“I was recently within the walls of the Vatican,
I wandered around the Colosseum for two nights,
I saw St. Stephen in Vienna,
Well... did the people create all this?

Excuse me for this impudent laugh,
Your logic is a little wild.
Or for you Apollo Belvedere
Worse than a stove pot?

Here are your people - these thermal baths and baths,
It’s a miracle of art - he took everything away!” -
“I’m not speaking for you, but for Vanya...”
But the general did not allow him to object:

"Your Slav, Anglo-Saxon and German
Do not create - destroy the master,
Barbarians! wild bunch of drunkards!..
However, it’s time to take care of Vanyusha;

You know, the spectacle of death, sadness
It is a sin to disturb a child's heart.
Would you show the child now?
The bright side..."

Glad to show you!
Listen, my dear: fatal works
It’s over - the German is already laying the rails.
The dead are buried in the ground; sick
Hidden in dugouts; working people

A tight crowd gathered around the office...
They scratched their heads:
Every contractor must stay,
Walking days have become a penny!

The foremen entered everything into the book -
Did you take to the bathhouse, did you lie sick:
“Maybe there is a surplus here now,
Here you go!..” They waved their hand...

In a blue caftan - a venerable meadowsweet,
Thick, squat, red as copper,
A contractor is traveling along the line on holiday,
He goes to see his work.

The idle people part decorously...
The merchant wipes the sweat from his face
And he says, putting his hands on his hips:
“Okay... nothing... well done!.. well done!..

With God, now go home - congratulations!
(Hats off - if I say!)
I expose a barrel of wine to the workers
And - I give you the arrears!..”

Someone shouted “hurray”. Picked up
Louder, friendlier, longer... Lo and behold:
The foremen rolled the barrel singing...
Even the lazy man could not resist!

The people unharnessed the horses - and the purchase price
With a shout of “Hurray!” rushed along the road...
It seems difficult to see a more gratifying picture
Shall I draw, general?..

TRAILS- words and expressions used by the author of the text in a figurative meaning.

EPITHET- this is a figurative definition that answers the question what? which? which? which? and usually expressed by an adjective. The epithet differs from the usual definition in its artistic expressiveness; it conveys the author’s feeling for the depicted object, creating a living, vivid idea of ​​it.

Throughwavy the moon creeps through the fogs,sad the glade sheds a sad light. (A.S. Pushkin)

PERSONALIZATION- attribution of human qualities, actions, emotions to objects, nature, abstract concepts.

Storm the sky is covered with darkness, snow whirlwinds are spinning: then like a beast, she will howl, thenwill cry like a child (A.S. Pushkin)

The earth sleeps in a blue glow (M.Yu. Lermontov)

COMPARISON- comparison of two objects or phenomena in order to explain one of them with the help of the other, to identify new important properties in the object of comparison. Most often, comparisons are introduced into a sentence with the help of conjunctions AS, EXACTLY, AS WELL, AS IF.

The ice is fragile on the icy river,like melting sugar lies (N.A. Nekrasov)

METAPHOR- transfer of properties from one object to another based on their similarity

The basis of a metaphor is a comparison, but it is not formalized using comparative conjunctions, which is why the metaphor is called a hidden comparison.

A metaphor can easily be converted into a comparison using the words AS, LIKE, SIMILAR.

Empty skies transparent glass;

The Crimson Fire of Sunset (I.A. Bunin)

(The skies are clear as glass = transparent glass of heaven; Sunset is like a crimson bonfire = crimson bonfire of sunset)

METONYMY- allegorical designation of the subject of speech, “renaming”, replacement of one concept with another that has a causal connection with it

A) the name of the vessel is used to mean what is contained in this vessel;

C) the name of the place of action replaces the name of the people who are in this place;

D) a detail of appearance or clothing is used instead of a person’s name.

All flags will visit us (A.S. Pushkin) (that is, the port city will receive ships with flags of all countries of the world.)

I ate three plates (I. A. Krylov)

I drank the whole bottle.

I read Apuleius willingly, but did not read Cicero (A.S. Pushkin).

I read all of Turgenev.

Violent Rome rejoices (M.Yu. Lermontov)

Gray helmets with a red star shouted to the white crowd: “Stop!” (V.V. Mayakovsky)

SYNECDOCHE- a type of metonymy when the name of a part is used instead of the name of the whole or vice versa

A) singular used instead of plural;

B) the plural is used instead of the singular;

C) a generic concept instead of a specific one;

D) a specific concept instead of a generic concept.

And you could hear it until dawn, right?forged by a Frenchman. (M.Yu. Lermontov)

We all look at Napoleons. (A.S. Pushkin)

Well, sit down, it was shining (i.e. the sun). (V. Mayakovsky)

Most of all, save a penny (i.e. money). (N.V. Gogol)

HYPERBOLA- excessive exaggeration of certain properties of the depicted object

A yawn tears wider than Mexi's mouthKansky Bay (V.V. Mayakovsky)

The sunset glowed with a hundred thousand suns (V.V. Mayakovsky).

LITOTES- excessive understatement of the properties of the depicted object or phenomenon

Your Pomeranian, your lovely Pomeranian, is no bigger than a thimble! (A.S. Griboedov)

IRONY- hidden ridicule; using a word or expression in a contrary sense to its literal meaning

Why, smart one, are you delirious, head? (address to the donkey in I. Krylov’s fable).

PERIPHRASE- Descriptive speech, replacing the name of an object or phenomenon with a description of their distinctive features or an indication of character traits. Used to avoid speech repetition.

King of beasts (instead of lion) Our little brothers (instead of animals)

Techniques- special syntactic constructions that give expressiveness to speech (often figures of speech):

ANTITHESIS (CONTRASTITION)- a sharp contrast of concepts, thoughts, images. Antithesis is often created using antonyms.

You are also poor, You are also abundant, You are also powerful, You are also powerless, Mother Russia! (N. Nekrasov)

INVERSION- arrangement of the members of a sentence in a special order, violating the usual, direct order, in order to enhance the expressiveness of speech, reverse word order.

It was a shame, they were waiting for a fight (M.Yu. Lermontov)

GRADATION- sequential arrangement of words or expressions in order of their increasing (less often decreasing) meaning (semantic or emotional). A chain of concepts or definitions with a gradual increase or decrease in importance.

Glowed, burned, shone huge blue eyes.

All facets of feelings, all facets of truth

Erasedin worlds, in years, in hours. (A. Bely)

OXYMORON- a contrasting combination of words that have opposite meanings.

Dead souls, living corpse, sad joy, sweet bitterness of memories

PARCELLATION- an artistic technique consisting of dividing a sentence into separate fragments that represent incomplete sentences, a deliberate violation of the boundaries of the sentence; dividing one sentence using periods into several parts - two or more.

And all the Kuznetsky Bridge and the eternal French... Destroyers of pockets and hearts! When the Creator will deliver usFrom their hats! Cheptsov! And stilettos! And pins! (A. S. Griboyedov)

This happened a long time ago. A long time ago. Anna was in trouble. Big.

ANAPHORA- unity of beginning, repetition of words at the beginning of lines or at the beginning of sentences.

Wait me and I'll be back.

Just wait a lot.

Wait, when they make you sad

Yellow rains,

Wait, when the snow is swept away,

Wait, when it's hot,

Wait, when others are not expected,

Forgetting yesterday. (K. Simonov)

EPIPHORA- repetition of words at the end of lines or at the end of sentences.

I don't know,where is the border

Between North and South

I don't know,where is the border

Between comrade and friend! (M. Svetlov)

I would like to know why Ititular advisor? Why exactlytitular advisor? ELLIPSIS- omission of the predicate, giving dynamism to speech.

We sat down in ashes, hailstones in dust. (V. Zhukovsky)

LEXICAL REPEAT- deliberate repetition of the same word or phrase to enhance the emotionality and expressiveness of the statement.

It seemed that everything in nature was asleep:sleeping grass,slept trees,slept clouds!

QUESTION AND ANSWER FORM OF PRESENTATION- a form of presentation in which questions and answers alternate. What to do? Don't know. Who to ask for advice? Unknown.

SYNTACTIC PARALLELISM- identical syntactic construction of neighboring sentences. People learn Knowledge. People learn Memory. People learn Conscience. (According to Yu. Lotman)

CITATION- use of quotes in the text.

There is such a beautiful saying: “Patience is beautiful” (According to N. Gorlanova)

Syntactic means of expression:

RANKS OF HOMOGENEOUS MEMBERS OF A SENTENCE - one or more rows of homogeneous members in a sentence.

For example, in the sentence “And the years passed quickly and silently and took these memories with them,” there are two rows of homogeneous members: 1) predicates: "they went and carried away" 2) circumstances: "quickly and silently"

INTRODUCTORY WORDS - words (phrases) that are not grammatically related to the sentence.

For example, in the sentence “So, “honor is the internal moral dignity of a person, valor, honesty, nobility of soul and clear conscience”” the introductory word is So - indicates the connection of thoughts in the text.

APPEAL - a word or combination of words that names a person (sometimes an object) to whom speech is directed.

For example, in the sentence “Guys, isn’t Moscow behind us?” (M.Yu. Lermontov) the address is the word "Guys".

RHETORICAL APPEAL - not only names the person to whom speech is addressed, but at the same time can convey expressive and emotional relationships.

For example, in the sentence “Dreams, dreams! Where is your sweetness” (A.S. Pushkin) the rhetorical appeal is - Dreams Dreams(inanimate noun)

or in the sentence “What’s wrong, martin, to the window, what, freestyle, are you singing?" (A. Delvig) appeals " swallow", "free", they name the one who does not respond to an appeal to him.

EXCLAMATIVE SENTENCES - sentences that are pronounced with a special exclamatory intonation.

For example, "Duel!"

INTERROGATIVE SENTENCES - sentences that are interrogative for the purpose of the statement, pronounced with a special interrogative intonation.

For example, “What about Pushkin?”

A RHETORICAL QUESTION - a question that does not require an answer, a statement or denial expressed in the form of an interrogative sentence.

For example, “Wealth is good to have; But should anyone dare to be proud of it?” (A. Sumarokov)

COMPARATIVE TURNOVER - one of the brightest expressive means Russian language. It is used to compare an object or characteristic with another object or characteristic.

For example, “Shadows as black as pitch lay on the grass” (A.N. Tolstoy)

CONVERSATIONAL SYNTACTIC CONSTRUCTIONS characteristic of colloquial speech, more often these are incomplete sentences or constructed in violation of syntactic norms.

For example, “Grish, oh Grish! Look, a little pig... Laughing... Yes. And in his mouth!.. Look, look... a blade of grass in his mouth, by God, a blade of grass!.. What a thing!” (A.I. Kuprin)

NAME OFFERS - one-part sentences, in the grammatical basis of which there is only one main member of the sentence - the subject.

For example, “And I kept looking at the cement cone, re-reading the names again. Pravednikov G.A., private. Proskurin S.M., private. Pyzhov A.S., lieutenant. Rogachev M.V., junior sergeant. Rodionov N.I., private... "(E. Nosov)

Phonetic means of expression.

Sound recording- playing with sounds to enhance expressiveness.

ASSONANCE- repetition of the same vowel sounds in poetic speech.

I fly quickly along cast iron rails. I think my thoughts. (N. NotKrasov)

ALLITERATION- repetition of identical consonant sounds in poetic speech.

The frost-drunk puddles are crunchy and fragile, like crystal. (AND.Northerner)

Lexical means of expression:

SYNONYMS- words that are close in meaning.

Mysweet and tender beast.

CONTEXT SYNONYMS- words that are similar in meaning only in this text(outside the text they have no similarities in lexical meaning).

His heavy body is filledflexible, animalistic grace (M. Sholokhov).

ANTONYMS- words with opposite meanings.

You Andmighty , You andpowerless , Mother-Rus! (N. A. Nekrasov)

CONTEXT ANTONYMS- words that are opposed in meaning only to the given text.

Millions - you. Us- darkness, and darkness, and darkness (A. Blok).

For you -centuries, for us -one hour. (A. Blok).

PHRASEOLOGISTS- stable combinations of words, understood not literally, but figuratively.

Far away, work carelessly.

DIALECTISM- words used only by residents of a particular area (dialect translated from Greek means “local dialect”): in some Russian villages towel they call it differently towel, squirrel - vekshey, hare - uskan, wolf - Biryuk.

Found in the ravinesroe . (= snakes) (According to I.S. Turgenev)

TERMS - words or combinations of words denoting a concept used in science, technology, or art. IN fiction terms are used more often as a means of creating speech characteristics of characters.

One day, when winter ended andantifreeze was no longer needed in the car, I opened the tap, and all the liquid came outradiator spilled onto the ground, onto the lawn under the windows of our village house. (V. Soloukhin)

INDIVIDUAL-AUTHOR'S WORDS (OCCASIONALISM) - words that are the word creation of a writer or poet. They are created with a specific stylistic purpose and constitute the writer’s vocabulary. They should be distinguished from neologisms proper.

They sat in front of me in their filthy overalls, but their fashionable haircuts were visible, they used words at the levelhighest education, it was difficult and interesting to talk with them. (D. Granin)COLLABILITIES - words characteristic of a colloquial style of speech, often rude words that do not correspond to standardized literary speech.

Why should I shout: "Hey, let's go to the buffet,let's eat , or something!" (S. Lvov)

BOOK VOCABULARY – words of high style. Arise, prophet, and see, and heed... Selflessness, duty...

ON THE. Nekrasov: “Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous air invigorates tired forces."

It's the beginning of September.
Autumn comes into its own, sneaks up unnoticed and penetrates the city squares and streets and parks. This is especially felt in the morning.
You go outside and see the first fallen yellow leaves under your feet. Of course, from mid-August they begin to turn golden gray on the trees, especially on birches, but everyone thinks that this is not true, because it is still summer outside. And now you look and understand: yes, autumn has come.
I don’t know why, but I fell in love with morning walks and even jogging. Now I enjoy the autumn melancholy, which gives me more strength and energy than summer. Paradox)))
There was one verse that I really like, although it’s about August. Its meaning is that when you live in a village, you notice all the signs and changes in nature. The city is depressing, and apparently that’s why you want to run away from it. And autumn intensifies this desire.
E. Bondareva
He will still pass through steppes and groves,
He will taste the berries in the forest,
Resounds with good songs,
Drinks ripe dew from the leaves.
He will get lost in the fields, forgotten
And he will fall into a deep, childish sleep.
He’ll get up in the morning and won’t stop looking at it
The bins are filled with grain.
Simple, without any special mark,
August appeared in the yard.
They wouldn't even notice him in the city,
If it weren't for the page on the calendar.

So I live in a large metropolis, I don’t notice anything and already long years I dream of getting out into nature for longer, into the forest, field, lake, taking a walk in quiet solitude, thinking about life, healing my wounds, stopping and looking back.

Many people, not just me, now want to sit alone with nature, be silent, look at it, and let it look at you.

But listen to Paustovsky’s words about autumn!

Paustovsky "Distant Years"
“It was already September. Dusk was approaching. Anyone who has not seen the Kyiv autumn will never understand the tender charm of these hours.
The first star lights up in the heights. Autumn lush gardens silently wait for the night, knowing that the stars will definitely fall to the ground and the gardens will catch these stars, like in a hammock, in the thick of their foliage and lower them to the ground so carefully that no one in the city will even wake up or know about it. »

A month ago, my husband and I turned off the Internet and throughout August I didn’t know how to fill the information space.

I read newspapers and magazines in the evenings, and then I discovered the most curious thing for myself - in Okey (a chain of stores) there is a rack at the entrance where you can take any book you like or leave your own, which is no longer needed. And thanks to this book circulation, I touched those books that would never have fallen into my hands under other circumstances. Not because they are not my format, but simply on the Internet there is so much stuff that makes your eyes run wild that it is no longer up to Soviet old books.

I took a book to Okay "You and me"(young family library 1988). This is a somewhat naive book for newlyweds, about love, about family life.

(Paustovsky and Prishvin are two Russian classics that we studied at school. They wrote a lot about nature).

So, at first I glanced through these letters, then I stopped and began to read.

Paustovsky went to the wilderness for inspiration, to the Ryazan region, or rather to Solotcha. And so he writes to his beloved Tatyana beautiful letters. About how he loves her more life etc.

I'm watching date - May 1945... It would seem that these letters should be filled military theme, the jubilation of victory, but there is no hint... One love, one feeling internal state souls. Somewhere I read a phrase a couple of years ago that In Leningrad there lived a couple in love who did not notice the Blockade. Maybe a real Leningrader who lived through the siege will not like this statement, but it seems very meaningful to me.

“It’s four o’clock in the morning, dead silence, only the clock is knocking... On the evening of September 24, I left for Solotcha. I didn't want to stay in Moscow. I wanted solitude - deaf, complete.

I received it beyond measure. I live alone in an empty, abandoned house... Endless cold nights... And all the nights for some reason Sologub’s poems do not leave my memory: “You can’t see a thing in the field. Someone is calling: “Help!” What can I do? I myself am poor, I am mortally tired - how can I help?... The garden outside the windows is already falling with rain, but there are still some small touching flowers left. Here's one of them. AND autumn leaves. This is not sentiment at all. You don’t have our autumn there... It’s three o’clock in the morning. Darkness, wind. I went out into the garden, it was deaf and scary, there were only huge stars in the black sky and fallen leaves rustling under my feet.”

In my opinion, leaving the city and staying on such an “island” with yourself is wonderful!

“On the third day I sent you a second telegram. Then I went into the meadows beyond the old riverbed of the Oka, to the so-called “Island”. (For God’s sake, don’t stop reading the letter at this point; it will be interesting later.) The island is huge, it is surrounded on all sides by water, the Oka River and its old riverbed. It was sunny, a blue day, and there was frost in the shadows. And since I kept thinking about one sweet woman who is now so far away, I wandered until dusk. In the evening I approached the old riverbed and saw that there was no bridge, it was flooded and water was rapidly flowing a meter above it. Only then did I find out that on the Oka, due to the end of navigation, all the locks were opened and the second flood of the Oka, which is usual here in late autumn, began. The water was rising before our eyes, I was alone on the island, it was far from Solotcha. It got dark, clouds gathered, the wind blew up, and thick snow began to fall. And there wasn’t a single haystack nearby. And it was freezing cold. And I realized that I had gotten myself into a very bad situation. And I thought about you all the time. Fortunately, I had matches, I hardly lit a fire, it was noticed from a distance in the evening from the other shore, and the red-haired peasant Lyukhin came for me in a canoe in the darkness and storm. He told me: “It’s a trump card that I noticed you, otherwise by morning the whole island will definitely flood.”

In the morning I looked out of the mezzanine windows - gray Oka water was flowing in waves where the island had been, and in hindsight I became scared. How can one not think about the strangeness of life.”

How reverently he spoke about his third wife Tatyana: " Tenderness, my only person, I swear on my life that such love (without boasting) has never existed in the world. It never was and never will be, all other love is nonsense and nonsense. Let it beat calmly and happily your heart, my heart! We will all be happy, everyone! I know and believe... “Probably only in nature such inspired thoughts, stories, images are born. In the city it is difficult to concentrate and write anything.

I often replace trips out of town with a good book (because going out of town is much harder than taking a book off the shelf). But now, while your daughter is little, you don’t really honor her. Therefore, looking back, I want to remember what books I liked, so that someday I could re-read them with my daughters.

First of all, I remember in the fall the story of Leonid Andreev “Bite”. I read it as a child and it stuck with me. It seems to me that it is useful for children to read this, it helps to form in them pity and compassion for our smaller brothers.

( A dog living in an empty country house sees only bad things from people all its life. The owners arrive at the dacha. The dog gets used to them, but in the fall they leave, leaving her alone again).

Platonov’s story “Cow” also seems to me to be autumnal, but this is a completely hopeless story, so I won’t talk about it here. I just think it needs to be read as a classic someday. At school, I think we took Platonov in 7th grade and this story shocked me.

And of course, autumn means Prishvin and my favorite “Pantry of the Sun”. About two independent brothers and sister. My brother fell into a swamp and almost died, but everything ended well.

While I was looking for an illustration I found it wonderful picture Rakhmanova Inessa “Pantry of the Sun”.

Prishvin has many short stories about the seasons, in particular about autumn.

“Short stories about the nature of the autumn season by Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin in the form of notes convey that touching mood of romance and pleasant sadness that hovers in nature in the fall. The first yellow leaves beautiful time golden autumn and the onset of cold weather, the events through which autumn nature, lovingly described in lines by a writer of Russian nature.”

Vitaly Bianchi, Garin-Mikhailovsky and many others also wrote about nature.

Of course, the autumn mood is conveyed to me in Astafiev’s prose, but there is less lyricism here And more adventures.

Particularly colorful pictures of nature in the film “Taiga Tale” (based on the work of Astafiev). Akimka comes to nature, to spend the winter in a small house, and there lies a dying city girl. Akimka got her out, but it took more than one month. And there are no medicines or help around... mother taiga...

In any case, autumn is the time of dreams, you want more warmth and love. “The colder and more hopeless the darkness outside, the more comfortable the warm soft light in the apartment seems. And if summer is the time to run away from home towards pipe dreams, That late fall- time to return." © Al Quotion