Leaves fade. Nikolai Nekrasov - Glorious Autumn: Verse

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

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...

N. Nekrasov

Golden autumn

Autumn. Fairytale palace

Open for everyone to review.

Clearings of forest roads,

Looking into the lakes.

Like at a painting exhibition:

Halls, halls, halls, halls

Elm, ash, aspen

Unprecedented in gilding.

Linden gold hoop -

Like a crown on a newlywed.

The face of a birch tree - under a veil

Bridal and transparent.

Buried land

Under leaves in ditches, holes.

In the yellow maple outbuildings,

As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September

At dawn they stand in pairs,

And the sunset on their bark

Leaves an amber trail.

Where you can't step into a ravine,

So that everyone doesn't know:

It's so raging that not a single step

There is a tree leaf underfoot.

Where it sounds at the end of the alleys

Echo at a steep descent

And dawn cherry glue

Solidifies in the form of a clot.

Autumn. Ancient Corner

Old books, clothes, weapons,

Where is the treasure catalog

Flipping through the cold.

B. Pasternak

The plums in the garden are falling,

A noble treat for the wasps...

A yellow leaf took a swim in the pond

And welcomes early autumn.

He imagined himself as a ship

The wind of wanderings rocked him.

So we will swim after him

To piers unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:

In a year there will be a new summer.

Why is there universal sadness?

In every line of poetry by poets?

Is it because there are traces in the dew?

Will the rains wash away and the winters freeze?

Is it because all moments are

Fleeting and unique?

L. Kuznetsova

"Autumn. Silence in the dacha village..."

Autumn. Silence in the dacha village,

And deserted and ringing on earth.

Cobwebs in the transparent air

Cold as a crack in glass.

Through the sandy pink pines

The roof with the cockerel is turning bluish;

In a light haze the velvet sun -

Like a peach touched with fluff.

At sunset, lush but not harsh,

The clouds are waiting for something, frozen;

Holding hands, they radiate shine

The last two, the most golden ones;

Both turn their faces to the sun,

Both fade at one end;

The eldest carries the feather of the firebird,

The youngest is the fluff of a fire chick.

N. Matveeva

Overnight

October!.. The trees are waiting for snow,

The river floods have quieted down while locked up...

I chose a haystack for myself for the night

Where night found me on my way.

Like fireflies in a slumbering swamp,

The stars trembled in the black heights;

The earth, chilled in its night flight,

In a dream she snuggled affectionately against me.

And I covered my feet with dry straw

And putting a gun under my head,

I warmed myself up and soon little by little

He warmed up the huge one...

The dawn flowed through the gaps in the leaden clouds,

For the whole day, for many, many years

The earth gave me the sun again,

From the dark night

At dawn!

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...

Analysis of the poem “Glorious Autumn” by Nekrasov

N. Nekrasov was convinced that the real calling of the poet is to protect the interests common people, a description of his troubles and sufferings, criticism of the unjust situation of the Russian peasantry. Therefore, in his work there are rarely pure lyrical works. But separate landscape sketches confirm Nekrasov’s enormous poetic skill. The small fragment from which the work “The Railway” (1864) begins can be separated into a separate integral poem, “Glorious Autumn.”

The poet describes the landscape that opens before his eyes from the window of the carriage. A fast-moving picture autumn forest makes him delighted. The lyrical hero regrets that he is watching her from the side and cannot breathe “vigorous air” and “sleep” on a carpet of fallen leaves.

Nekrasov loved to use figurative comparisons. IN this poem he compares the ice on the river with “melting sugar”, the leaves with a “soft bed”. One of the main advantages surrounding nature he considers “peace and space.” The endlessly changing forests, plains, and rivers are rarely disturbed by human sounds. This benign surrounding picture evokes in the soul lyrical hero peace and quiet bliss.

The invasion of railway transport can be considered a blasphemy against virgin nature, in which “there is no ugliness.” Nekrasov gradually leads the reader to the idea that construction railway disrupted the fragile natural balance. Human suffering and grief rudely invaded the beautiful and pure world.

Remaining an ardent patriot of his land, the poet concludes: “I recognize my native Rus' everywhere.” For Nekrasov it was very important to emphasize nationality. He could not abstractly admire nature as a whole, making sure to point out its connection with the long-suffering Russian people. It is the surrounding beauty and harmony that leads the author to deep thoughts about the fate of those people who inhabit this land. He is especially outraged by the sharp contradiction between perfect nature and difficult situation Russian peasantry.

"Glorious Autumn" - superb example landscape lyrics of Nekrasov. Without even paying attention to this genre a lot of attention, the poet, in a burst of inspiration, could create surprisingly heartfelt and deeply lyrical poems.

Vania (in coachman's Armenian jacket).
Dad! who built this road?
Dad (in a coat with a red lining).
Count Pyotr Andreevich Kleinmichel, my dear!

Conversation in the carriage

I

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...

II

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.”

III

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

I was recently in the groans 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,
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... -

IV

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 away 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
Shouting “Hurray!” he rushed along the road...
It seems difficult to see a more gratifying picture
Shall I draw, general?..”