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wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,

the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.

Analysis of the poem "Wonderful Picture" by Fet

A. Fet was often reproached for excessive brevity and lack of deep meaning in his poems. The poet admitted that even the manifestation of personal feelings is considered unnecessary. In his opinion, the work should convey immediate impressions as accurately as possible and not impose the position of the author on readers. Fet's idea was especially vividly manifested in his early work. A characteristic example is the poem "Wonderful Picture" (1842).

The author describes his real impressions under the influence of a winter night trip. The poem is a miniature. It could be created in a burst of creative inspiration in a matter of seconds. Fet's talent lies in the fact that he managed to capture the most necessary details. The author's personal attitude is expressed in only one phrase: "how dear you are to me." This is quite enough to show the poet's boundless love for his land. If for the majority of contemporaries patriotism was expressed in an abundance of solemn words and promises, then Fet only mentions some of the usual signs of the Russian landscape: “white plain”, “shiny snow”. "Sled ... a lonely run" connects his poem with the traditional image of the Russian troika, which symbolizes all of Russia.

Fet was a man with a very sensitive soul. Ordinary things, to which many would not pay any attention, could delight him. The main merit of the poet lies in the ability to convey this feeling to the reader using minimal artistic means. The poem "Wonderful Picture" seems to be simple and naive to the point of banality, but magically creates a joyful atmosphere in the soul.

The poet was still a very young man. His inspiration was directly related to youthful dreams and hopes, which were distinguished by freshness and purity.

Only after the tragic death of M. Lazich did personal motives appear in Fet's work. But at the same time, the poet never imposed his sad reflections on nature, but continued to seek in it a correspondence to personal experiences. Fet was of the opinion that nature is on an equal footing with man and has its own soul. Therefore, he saw his task in paying the deserved tribute to natural phenomena, and not trying to explain them from the point of view of reason.

Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,

the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.

The ability to convey all the beauty of the surrounding nature in a few phrases is one of the most striking distinguishing features of the work of Afanasy Fet. He went down in the history of Russian poetry as an amazingly subtle lyricist and thoughtful landscape painter, who managed to find simple and precise words, describing rain, wind, forest, or various seasons. At the same time, only the early works of the poet differ in such liveliness and accuracy, when his soul was not yet overshadowed by a sense of guilt in front of the woman he once loved. Subsequently, he devoted a huge number of poems to Maria Lazich, moving further and further into love and philosophical lyrics in his work. Nevertheless, many early works of the poet have been preserved, which are filled with amazing purity, lightness and harmony.

In 1842, Afanasy Fet wrote the poem "Wonderful Picture", masterfully depicting a winter night landscape. For such works, the poet was often criticized by venerable writers, believing that the lack of deep thoughts in poetry is a sign of bad taste. However, Afanasy Fet did not claim to be an expert on human souls. He was just trying to find simple and accessible words to describe what he sees and feels. It is noteworthy that the author rarely expressed his personal attitude to the surrounding reality, trying only to fix various items and phenomena. Nevertheless, in the poem “Wonderful Picture”, the poet cannot help but admire and, talking about a frosty winter night, admits: “How dear you are to me!”. Fet feels a special charm in what surrounds him - "a white plain, a full moon" bring to the life of the author long-forgotten feelings of joy and peace, which are enhanced by "a distant sleigh running alone."

It would seem that in the recreated picture of the winter night there is nothing remarkable and noteworthy. Probably, the poem itself was written at the moment when Afanasy Fet was making a short journey through the vast Russian expanses. But the tenderness that the author puts into every line of this work indicates that such a night walk gave the author incomparable pleasure. Fet manages to convey his true feelings and remind us all that you can experience happiness even from simple and familiar things that we often simply do not pay attention to.

“A wonderful picture, how dear you are to me!”

(the life of nature and man in the lyrics of A.A. Fet)

Russian literature knew many great poets who sang beauty native nature. And a special place is occupied by Afanasy Fet - a poet, a connoisseur of "pure art", who showed the importance of every natural phenomenon, every moment of life.
Fet's work is imbued with love for nature. In every word we can feel the poet's reverent attitude to her beauty. We cannot but marvel at how beautiful Fet's nature is in all the iridescence of colors, sounds, fragrances, how beautiful a person is in all the complexity of his spiritual impulses, in the strength of his affections, in the depth of his experiences.
Landscape lyrics are the main wealth of the poet's lyrics. Fet knows how to see and hear an extraordinary amount in nature, depict her innermost world, convey his romantic admiration for meeting nature, philosophical reflections born while contemplating her appearance. Fet is characterized by the amazing subtlety of the painter, the variety of experiences born from communication with nature. At the heart of his poetics is a special philosophy expressing the visible and invisible connections between man and nature.
In each of his poems, Fet describes with filigree accuracy the smallest details of the picture of nature, as if examining the canvas of a painter:
Let's sit here by this willow

What wonderful twists

On the bark around the hollow!

And under the willow how beautiful

Golden overflows

A jet of trembling glass!
Thanks to Fet’s talent, we not only see a beautiful landscape, but also inhale the aroma of flowers, listen to the sounds of nature: the gentle singing of birds is complemented by the chirping of grasshoppers, and distant rumbles of thunder are already heard ... "And the "grasshoppers' restless ringing" is heard!

Unusually accurate, capacious and at the same time dynamically draw pictures of nature in the verbless poems of Afanasy Fet. The poem "This morning, this joy ..." worries us more and more with each line. We see a bright blue sky, an avalanche of sounds falls on us, and the final chord is a sleepless night. This only happens in the spring!

This morning, this joy
This power of both day and light,

This blue vault
This cry and strings
These flocks, these birds,

This voice of the waters

These willows and birches
These drops are these tears

This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,

This tongue and whistle

These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,

This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
There is not a single verb in the narrator's monologue - Fet's favorite trick, but there is also not a single defining word here, except for the pronominal adjective "this" ("these", "this"), repeated twenty-two times! Refusing epithets, the author seems to admit to the impotence of words.

The lyrical plot of this short poem is based on the movement of the narrator's eyes from the vault of heaven - to the earth, from nature - to the dwelling of man. First we see the blue of the sky and flocks of birds, then the sounding and blooming spring land - willows and birches covered with delicate foliage, mountains and valleys. Finally, there are words about a person. In the last lines of the look lyrical hero turned inward, into his feelings.
For a person, spring is associated with the dream of love. At this time, creative forces awaken in him, allowing him to “soar” above nature, to recognize and feel the unity of all that exists.

The incredibly romantic poem "Whisper, timid breathing" takes us to a quiet summer night. The murmur of the stream and the song of the nightingale are the music that accompanies the meeting of lovers. There are no verbs in the poem, and yet it is filled with movement. Fragmentary images (the life of the heart, the life of nature) are formed, like mosaic pieces, into a single picture.
Fet does not describe a complete picture, but gives several precise strokes so that the "mixing of colors" into a single "tone" occurs in the reader's imagination.

A whisper, a timid breath.

trill nightingale,

Silver and flutter

Sleepy stream.
Night light, night shadows,

Shadows without end

A series of magical changes

sweet face,
In smoky clouds purple roses,

reflection of amber,

And kisses, and tears,

And dawn, dawn!..
This figurativeness, this close attention to detail, richness in epithets and definitions make up the special style of the poet. The theme of nature also reveals other features of Fet's lyrics: his associativity and the musicality of his syllable.

In the haze - the unknown

The spring month has sailed.

color garden breathes

Apple, cherry.

So it clings, kissing

Secretly and immodestly.

And aren't you sad?

And you are not languid?
It is not entirely clear why one should be sad on such a quiet, languid night. And even after reading the poem to the end, we experience a feeling of some understatement, as if we did not learn something very important. And we can only guess, fantasize, dream.

Fet's lyrics are very musical - many of his poems have become famous romances. It should also be noted such a feature of Fet's work as the absence of acute social conflicts, pictures of poverty and lack of rights, which were often addressed by many of the poet's contemporaries, for example, N. A. Nekrasov. Such detachment from social problems was sometimes condemned by other poets. However, the value of Fet's lyrics does not decrease from this. There is an opinion that "a poet in Russia is more than a poet," but not everyone can be formidable orators, calling on the people to transform society. Perhaps, in our technogenic age, it is much more important to understand how beautiful and defenseless the nature around us is, and to be able to preserve it so that our descendants can also admire the sparkling ponds, lush green grass, springs, forests and fields.
Indeed, the landscapes created by the poet are amazing and inspiring, close to the heart of every Russian person. Nature is not connected with Fet with peasant labor, as with Nekrasov, with the world emotional experiences like Lermontov. But at the same time, the poet's perception of it is lively, directly and emotionally. The landscape here is always an individual-personal perception, fixing not only some natural phenomenon, but also the mood of the poet. Fet's nature is always an object of artistic delight and aesthetic pleasure. Moreover, the focus of the poet's attention is on the most ordinary phenomena, and not at all on spectacular, colorful paintings. And each fleeting impression has its own attraction for Fet. He unconsciously enjoys life without thinking about it. He is characterized by some kind of ingenuous view of the phenomena of life, characteristic of an unclouded consciousness.
All our seasons are represented in the works of the poet: gentle spring - with fluffy willows, with the first lilies of the valley, with thin sticky leaves of blossoming birches; burning, sultry summer - with sparkling tart air, with a blue canvas of the sky, with golden ears of fields stretching in the distance; cool, invigorating autumn - with motley slopes of forests, with birds stretching into the distance; dazzling Russian winter - with its irrepressible blizzard, fresh snow, intricate patterns of frost on the window glass. Fet loves to observe the sacrament natural life, and his gaze reveals its whole cycle, all its diversity and polyphony. Here the “idle spy of nature” is watching the flight of a swallow over the “evening pond”, here the airy outlines of a butterfly clearly appear on a flower, here the rose queen blooms, blazing with a delicate aroma, feeling the closeness of the nightingale, here the noisy herons come to life, rejoicing at the first rays of the sun, here is a careless bee crawling into the "carnation of fragrant lilac."

A special place in the natural lyrics of A. Fet is occupied by the theme of spring. With the advent of spring, everything around changes: nature seems to wake up after a long sleep, sheds the shackles of winter. And the same awakening, renewal occurs in the soul of the lyrical hero Fet. But along with joy, the soul is filled with incomprehensible longing, sadness, confusion. And Fet became the first poet to show the complex, conflicting feelings of the hero, the change in his moods, the influence of nature on his state of mind.
An interesting poem "Still spring fragrant bliss…”, in which the author shows the very beginning of spring, when nature is just beginning to awaken. The snow still lies, the roads are covered with ice, and the sun warms only at noon. But the soul already lives in anticipation of warmth, light, love.
Another fragrant bliss of spring

We did not have time to descend,

Still ravines are full of snow,

Still dawn the cart rumbles

On a frozen path
As soon as the sun warms at noon,

The linden blushes in height,

Through, the birch tree turns a little yellow,

And the nightingale does not yet dare

Sing in a currant bush.
But the news of rebirth is alive

There are already in the flying cranes,

And, following their eyes,

There is a beauty of the steppe

With blush bluish cheeks.
Reading "Spring Thoughts", one cannot help but admire how masterfully Afanasy Fet owns the word:
Again the birds fly from afar

To the shores that break the ice

The warm sun is high

And the fragrant lily of the valley is waiting.
Again in the heart nothing will die

Till the ascending blood cries,

And with a bribed soul you believe

That, like the world, love is endless.
But will we come together again so close

In the midst of nature, we are pampered,

As seen walking low

us the cold sun of winter?
“Ice-breaking shores” – and we already hear the crack of breaking ice, see seething river streams and even feel the tart, pungent, exciting smell that fills only the March wind.
The green round dance of trees, the ringing song of a sparkling stream, curly ivy, participatory in spring thirst - all this pleases and excites the poet, instilling in him an extraordinary thirst for life, admiration for its eternal beauty. Fet correlates nature with human feelings, with a special perception of life. So, spring gives rise to some special laziness in him, an indistinct melancholy, sensual bliss:

I will disappear from melancholy and laziness,
Lonely life is not sweet
Heart aching, knees weak,
In every carnation of fragrant lilac,
Singing, a bee crawls in.

Let me go out into the open field
Or completely lost in the forest ...
With every step it's not easier at will,
The heart is beating more and more
Like coal in my chest I carry.

No, wait! With my longing
I will part here. Bird cherry is sleeping.
Ah, those bees under her again!
And I can't understand
Whether on flowers, whether it rings in the ears.

In poems about spring, the inextricable link between nature and man can be traced as clearly as possible. Almost all poems that seem to be written about nature also tell about love experiences. Fet often reveals the soul of a lyrical hero through images of nature, so we can talk about the symbolism of his poems.

Athanasius Fet, singing the beauty of nature, showed the beauty of human souls. His sincere, deep, sensual poems still resonate in the hearts of readers.
The romance “At dawn, you don’t wake her up ...”
A. A. Fet addressed the images of nature many times throughout his creative way. Describing nature, the poet conveys the most subtle, almost elusive shades of the emotional states of the lyrical hero. In these verses, the "life of the soul" acquires fullness and meaning in contact with nature, and nature finds its true being in contact with the living soul, refracted through the "magic crystal" of human perception.
But the focus of the poet is not only groves, trees, flowers, fields; the poetic world of Fet, like the real world, is inhabited by living beings, whose habits are clearly described by the poet. Here is a nimble fish gliding at the very surface of the water, and its “bluish back” casts silver; in the winter frost in the house "the cat sings, his eyes screw up." Birds are especially often mentioned in Fet's lyrics: cranes, swallows, rooks, a sparrow and just a bird hiding in its nest from bad weather:

And the roll call thunders,
And the noisy haze is so black...
Only you, my dear bird,
Barely visible in a warm nest.
The natural images created by the poet are extremely concrete, tangible, full of numerous visual details, smells, and sounds. Here is a hot summer day, sparkling and sultry, playing with its bright, dazzling colors: “the vaults of the sky turn blue”, wavy clouds float quietly. From somewhere in the grass comes the restless and crackling call of a grasshopper. Indistinctly hesitating, dozing dry and hot noon. But a dense linden tree is spread nearby, in the shade of its branches it is fresh and cool, the midday heat does not penetrate there:

How fresh it is here under the thick linden -

The midday heat did not penetrate here,

And thousands hanging over me

Swing fragrant fans.
And there, in the distance, the burning air sparkles,

Hesitating, as if he were dozing.

So sharply dry hypnotic and crackling

Grasshoppers restless ringing.
Behind the haze of branches, the vaults of the sky turn blue,

Like a little haze,

And, like the dreams of a dying nature,

Wavy pass clouds.
The famous poem “I came to you with greetings ...” - a passionate monologue uttered in one breath - allows you not only to see all the shades of the summer morning landscape, but also to get an idea of ​​​​the spiritual properties of the narrator - about the richness of his emotional life, liveliness of perception, ability to see and express the beauty of the world.
I came to you with greetings

Say that the sun has risen

What is hot light

The sheets fluttered;
Tell that the forest woke up

All woke up, each branch,

Startled by every bird

And full of spring thirst;
Tell that with the same passion

Like yesterday, I came again

That the soul is still the same happiness

And ready to serve you;
Tell that from everywhere

Joy blows over me

I don't know what I will

Sing - but only the song matures.

Particular attention to the "music of the world" can be found in most of the poet's works. Fet is generally one of the most "musical" Russian poets. The poet saturates his works with harmonious sounds, melodic intonations.
Fetovsky's lyrical hero does not want to know suffering and sorrow, to think about death, to see social evil. He lives in his harmonious and bright world, created from exciting and endlessly diverse pictures of nature, refined experiences and aesthetic shocks.

Nature for Fet is a source of constant inspiration and delight. The poet shows us nature at different times of the year, each of which is beautiful in its own way.
Autumn in most people is associated with a period of dying in nature. Yes, and the poets did not pay too much attention to this time of year.

Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet's poem "Autumn Rose" describes late autumn. Autumn is a time of rest, a time of departure and farewell, a time of reflection. She is filled with emptiness. It seems that outside of autumn there is nothing but eternity. But at the same time, it pleases that the only rose does not want to let go of the warm season, therefore it “blows in the spring.” The poet claims that life goes on, that the flower will remind him of sunny days and take him to the future, closer to spring.

He showered the forest on his peaks,

The garden bared its brow

September died, and dahlias

The breath of the night burned.
But in a breath of frost

Alone among the dead

Only you alone, queen rose,

Fragrant and opulent.
In spite of cruel trials

And the malice of the fading day

You are the shape and breath

In the spring you blow on me.
In the poem "Autumn", written in 1883, two different, even opposite moods are reflected at once. The poem was written in October. This is just the middle of autumn, the time when summer is already gone, and winter has not yet come, and the soul is in turmoil. Therefore, at the beginning of the work, we feel how the author begins to grieve about the coming autumn.

Further, the poet also recalls that autumn is still not so sad and sad, that at this time you can also live and love, you can enjoy what is happening and believe that everything is just beginning.
How sad are the dark days
Silent autumn and cold!
What languor desolate
They are asking for our souls!

But there are days when in the blood
Golden-leaved headwear
Burning autumn is looking for eyes
And the sultry whims of love.

The bashful sadness is silent,
Only the defiant is heard
And, fading so magnificently,
She no longer regrets anything.

The emotionality of the poem is slowly decreasing, feelings fade, peace and tranquility sets in.

The pictures that A. A. Fet gives in his poems are very easy to imagine, so accurately the poet notices the main signs of weather changes in a particular season. However, Fet's landscape lyrics are not a photographic shot, where everything is frozen once and for all. Poetic images in Fet's poems can rather be compared with video filming, which allows you to capture a picture of the world around you in motion.
The nature and tension of Fet's lyrical experience depend on the state of nature. The change of seasons occurs in a circle - from spring to spring. In the same kind of circle, the movement of feelings in Fet takes place: not from the past to the future, but from spring to spring, with its necessary, inevitable return. In the collection (1850), the cycle "Snow" is highlighted in the first place. Fet's winter cycle is multi-motive: he also sings about a sad birch tree in winter attire, about how "the night is bright, frost shines", "and frost has drawn patterns on double glass." Snowy plains attract the poet:

wonderful picture,

How are you related to me?

white plain,

Full moon,

the light of the heavens above,

And shining snow

And distant sleigh

Lonely run.
Fet confesses his love for the winter landscape. In his poems, the radiant winter prevails, in the brilliance of the sun, in the diamonds of snowflakes and snow sparks, in the crystal of icicles, in the silvery fluff of frosty eyelashes. The associative series in this lyric does not go beyond nature itself, here is its own beauty, which does not need human spiritualization. Rather, it spiritualizes and enlightens the personality. It was Fet who, following Pushkin, sang the Russian winter, only he managed to reveal its aesthetic meaning in such a multifaceted way. Fet introduced into his poems a rural landscape, scenes of folk life, appeared in verses “bearded grandfather”, he “grunts and crosses himself”, or a coachman on a daring troika.
If the poet’s spring pictures of nature are joyful, filled with light, warmth, life, then in winter landscapes the motif of death often appears: a sad birch is dressed in a “mourning” outfit, an ominous wind whistles over an oak cross, bright winter light illuminates the course of the crypt. The thought of death, of non-existence, of the deserted earth merges in the poet's imagination with the view of winter nature, which has fallen asleep in eternal sleep:

The village sleeps under a snowy veil,
There are no paths throughout the steppe.
Yes, it is: over a distant mountain
I recognized a church with a dilapidated bell tower.
Like a frozen traveler in snow dust,
She sticks out in a cloudless distance.
No winter birds, no midges in the snow.
I understood everything: the earth has long cooled down
And died...
If the poet associates spring nature with morning awakening, then winter nature is associated with the silence of a moonlit night. In Fet's lyrics, we often meet a winter night landscape:
The night is bright, the frost is shining,

Come out - the snow crunches;

The tie-down is freezing cold

And it doesn't stand still.
Let's sit down, I'll fasten the cavity, -

The night is bright and the path is smooth.

You do not say a word, I will shut up,

And - went somewhere!

Feta has always attracted the poetic theme of evening and night. The poet is early

there was a special aesthetic attitude to the night, the onset of darkness. On the

In the new stage of his work, he already began to call entire collections "Evening Lights", in them, as it were, a special, Fetov's philosophy of the night. The image of the night in the lyrics of A.A. Feta is unsteady, hesitant. It envelops the reader in a light haze and then disappears somewhere. For the lyrical hero A.A. Feta night is a wonderful time of day when a person is left alone with himself and his thoughts. And in this gloomy haze he thinks...
The song "I won't tell you anything..."

In the poem "What a night! .." the author admires his favorite time of day. The poet describes the night with the extraordinary delight inherent in true romance. He describes the extraordinary beauty of a leaf, shadow, wave, noticing the smallest details in them. The poet animates them. Thus, the clear boundary between man and nature is washed away, they find harmony in silence. And at this time, the feelings of the lyrical hero become sharper, he watches nature with special attention.

What a night! How clean the air

Like a silver leaf slumbers,

Like a shadow of black coastal willows,

How peacefully the bay sleeps

As the wave does not sigh anywhere,

How silence fills my chest!

Midnight light, you're the same day:

Only shine is whiter, shadow is blacker,

Only the smell of juicy herbs is thinner,

Only the mind is brighter, more peaceful disposition,

Yes, instead of passion, he wants breasts

Here is the air to breathe.

In the poem “In the Moonlight”, a beautiful, light night helps the lyrical hero forget about worries and go for a walk. He is not able to torment the soul in the house, he cannot change his habit. The lyrical hero needs contact with the darkness of the night, like air, he lives in anticipation of the cherished hour - the night, then all his feelings will be directed to merge with the night nature.

Let's go out with you to wander
In the moonlight!
How long to torment the soul
In dark silence!

A pond like shining steel
Weeping herbs,
Mill, river and distance
In the moonlight.

Is it possible to grieve and not live
Are we in awe?
Let's go quietly wandering
In the moonlight!

All this expanse is imbued with the spirit of the night, saturated with moonlight. This landscape sketch fully helps the reader to understand the lyrical hero, because the night charmed him with its beauty. The image of the dark time of the day is drawn by the author in a quiet, serene, light moonlight, this gives the night a special mystery. It is at this time that you want to live, love, enjoy the world around you and not miss a single minute in vain.

In the poem “Another May Night”, the reader is shown the beauty of the last month of spring, and at night. Here two favorite motifs of A.A. Feta - spring and night.

What a night! On everything what bliss!

Thank you, native midnight land!

From the realm of ice, from the realm of blizzards and snow

How fresh and clean your May flies!
What a night! All the stars to one

Warmly and meekly look into the soul again,

And in the air behind the song of the nightingale

Anxiety and love spread.
The birches are waiting. Their leaf is translucent

Shyly beckons and amuses the gaze.

They tremble. So maiden newlywed

And her dress is joyful and alien.
No, never more tender and incorporeal

Your face, O night, could not torment me!

Again I go to you with an involuntary song,

Involuntary - and the last, maybe.

Probably, this is due to the evening time of the day, when the soul of the lyrical hero feels nature more sharply and is in harmony with it. At this magical time, the air is saturated with nightingale singing, disturbing thoughts and love. At night, all images take on a special shape, everything comes to life and plunges into the world of night sensations. Birches become like newlywed maidens, they are just as young and fresh, their leaves shyly beckon and amuse the eye, their movements are hesitant, trembling. This gentle, incorporeal image of the night has always tormented the soul of the lyrical hero. The mysterious world of the darkness of the night again and again pushes him "with an involuntary song" to plunge into himself.

Thus, the image of the night in the lyrics of A.A. Feta appears to the reader as a wonderful time, full of mysteries, beautiful landscapes, light sensations. The author constantly glorifies the night. It is at night that all the permanent corners of the human soul open up, because this is the time of creation, creativity, poetry.

The poet sang beauty where he saw it, and he found it everywhere. He was an artist with exceptional developed sense beauty, perhaps, that is why the pictures of nature are so beautiful in his poems, which he took as she is, not allowing any decorations of reality.

In all descriptions of nature, A. Fet is impeccably faithful to its smallest features, shades, moods. It is thanks to this that the poet created amazing works that have been striking us for so many years with psychological accuracy, filigree accuracy.

Fet builds a picture of the world that he sees, feels, touches, hears. And in this world everything is important and significant: the clouds, and the moon, and the beetle, and the harrier, and the corncrake, and the stars, and the Milky Way. Each bird, each flower, each tree and each blade of grass is not just a part of the overall picture - they all have only their characteristic signs, even character.

Fet's relationship with nature is a complete dissolution in her world, this is a state of anxious expectation of a miracle:
I'm waiting... Nightingale echo

Rushing from the shining river

Grass under the moon in diamonds,

Fireflies are burning on the cumin.

I'm waiting... Dark blue skies

Both in small and large stars,

I hear a heartbeat

And trembling in the hands and feet.

I'm waiting... Here's a breeze from the south;

It is warm for me to stand and go;

A star rolled to the west...

I'm sorry, golden, I'm sorry!
Nature in Fet's lyrics lives its varied life and is shown not in some static states fixed in time and space, but in dynamics, in motion, in transitions from one state to another:

Growing, growing bizarre shadows
Into one merging shadow...
Already paid the last steps
Day passed.
What called to live, what made the forces hot -
Far beyond the mountain.
Like the ghost of the day, you pale luminary,
You rise above the earth.

In the lines of Fetov's lyrics, the landscape of central Russia is miraculously visibly drawn. And the fulfillment of this task alone would be enough for the name of Fet to be imprinted in the history of our literature. But Fet set an even more grandiose goal: behind the field, in the literal sense of the word, the reader had to see the field of the human soul. For the sake of this, Fet rubbed paints on his palette, for the sake of this he looked closely, and listened, and clinged to trees and grasses, lakes and rivers. Fet's lyrics depict nature and the person who perceives it in a harmonious unity, in the totality of inseparable manifestations.
Fet is surprisingly modern. His poetry is fresh and tremulous, it excites our imagination, evokes deep thoughts, makes us feel the beauty of our land and the harmony of the Russian word. The poet teaches us to notice the beauty of every moment and appreciate it, realizing that eternity is born from moments.

The captivating verses of Fet are eternal, like "the voice of the stars in heaven", like the trills of a nightingale, like a timid breath of love ...
Fet appreciated his creativity and beauty in everything. His whole life is a search for beauty in nature, love, even in death. Did he find her? This question will be answered only by someone who really understood Fet's poetry: he heard the music of his poems, saw the canvases of the landscape, felt the beauty of his poetic lines and himself learned to find beauty in the world around him.

The old teacher OI Nosovich lives in Klepiki. She has been retired for a long time and, although she is already exchanging the second half of her ninth decade, she is still cheerful and tireless. Olga Ivanovna does not get tired of studying motherland, its history. She not only reads books, but also conducts excavations herself, and during the meeting she showed me the act of handing over several ancient things to the Ryazan Regional Museum of Local Lore.

"A life well lived is a long life." This saying of Leonardo da Vinci in relation to Anna Akhmatova is doubly true. She not only lived her life well and with dignity, but the time allotted to her on earth turned out to be surprisingly long indeed. However, rejoicing in the creative longevity of Akhmatova, one cannot but mention some features of the memoir literature about her that stem from this factor. Why do we have such a rich memoir literature about Alexander Blok or Sergei Yesenin?

Reverent before the greatness of the name and the extraordinary personality of Anna Andreevna Akhmatova, I never even dared to think about ever daring to fashion her portrait from life. It seemed to me that the very idea of ​​meeting her, which had already become a classic of modern Russian literature, already during her lifetime, reeked of impudence and adventurism. And I probably never would have dared to approach her asking for a pose if...

wonderful picture,
How are you related to me?
white plain,
Full moon,

the light of the heavens above,
And shining snow
And distant sleigh
Lonely run.

Analysis of Fet's poem "A wonderful picture ..."

The ability to convey all the beauty of the surrounding nature in a few phrases is one of the most striking distinguishing features of the work of Afanasy Fet. He went down in the history of Russian poetry as an amazingly subtle lyricist and thoughtful landscape painter, who managed to find simple and precise words, describing rain, wind, forest, or various seasons. At the same time, only the early works of the poet differ in such liveliness and accuracy, when his soul was not yet overshadowed by a sense of guilt in front of the woman he once loved. Subsequently, he devoted a huge number of poems to Maria Lazich, moving further and further into love and philosophical lyrics in his work. Nevertheless, many early works of the poet have been preserved, which are filled with amazing purity, lightness and harmony.

In 1842, Afanasy Fet wrote the poem "A wonderful picture ...", masterfully depicting a winter night landscape. For such works, the poet was often criticized by venerable writers, believing that the lack of deep thoughts in poetry is a sign of bad taste. However, Afanasy Fet did not claim to be an expert on human souls. He was just trying to find simple and accessible words to describe what he sees and feels. It is noteworthy that the author rarely expressed his personal attitude to the surrounding reality, trying only to fix various objects and phenomena. Nevertheless, in the poem, the poet cannot help admiring and, talking about a frosty winter night, admits: “How dear you are to me!”. Fet feels a special charm in what surrounds him - "a white plain, a full moon" bring long-forgotten feelings of joy and peace to the author's life, which are enhanced by "a lonely sleigh running".

It would seem that in the recreated picture of the winter night there is nothing remarkable and worthy of attention. Probably, the poem itself was written at the moment when Afanasy Fet was making a short journey through the vast Russian expanses. But the tenderness that the author puts into every line of this work indicates that such a night walk gave the author incomparable pleasure. Fet manages to convey his true feelings and remind us all that you can experience happiness even from simple and familiar things that we often simply do not pay attention to.