I. Turgenev "Bezhin Meadow": description, characters, analysis of the work. “Pictures of nature in the story of I. S. Turgenev “Bezhin meadow” Turgenev Bezhin meadow write out pictures of nature

It was a beautiful July day, one of those days that only happen when the weather has settled for a long time. From early morning the sky is clear; The morning dawn does not burn with fire: it spreads with a gentle blush. The sun - not fiery, not hot, as during a sultry drought, not dull purple, as before a storm, but bright and welcomingly radiant - floats up peacefully under a narrow and long cloud, shines freshly and sinks into its purple fog. The upper, thin edge of the stretched cloud will sparkle with snakes; their shine is like the shine of forged silver.

But then the playing rays poured out again, and the mighty luminary rose merrily and majestic, as if taking off. Around noon there usually appear many round high clouds, golden-gray, with delicate white edges. Like islands scattered along an endlessly overflowing river, flowing around them with deeply transparent branches of even blue, they hardly move from their place; further, towards the horizon, they move, crowd together, the blue between them is no longer visible; but they themselves are as azure as the sky: they are all thoroughly imbued with light and warmth.

The color of the sky, light, pale lilac, does not change throughout the day and is the same all around; It doesn’t get dark anywhere, the thunderstorm doesn’t thicken; unless here and there bluish stripes stretch from top to bottom: then barely noticeable rain is falling. By evening these clouds disappear; the last of them, blackish and vague, like smoke, lie in pink clouds opposite the setting sun; at the place where it set as calmly as it calmly rose into the sky, a scarlet glow stands for a short time over the darkened earth, and, quietly blinking, like a carefully carried candle, the evening star glows on it.

On days like these, the colors are all softened; light, but not bright; everything bears the stamp of some touching meekness. On such days, the heat is sometimes very strong, sometimes even “soaring” along the slopes of the fields; but the wind disperses, pushes apart the accumulated heat, and the vortex-gyres - an undoubted sign of constant weather - walk in tall white pillars along the roads through the arable land. The dry and clean air smells of wormwood, compressed rye, and buckwheat; even an hour before night you do not feel damp. The farmer wishes for similar weather for harvesting grain...

The moon has finally risen; I didn’t notice it right away: it was so small and narrow. This moonless night seemed to be as magnificent as before... But many stars, which had recently stood high in the sky, were already leaning toward the dark edge of the earth; everything around was completely silent, as everything usually only calms down in the morning: everything was sleeping in a deep, motionless, pre-dawn sleep. There was no longer such a strong smell in the air; dampness seemed to be spreading in it again... The summer nights were short!.. The boys' conversation faded away along with the lights... The dogs even dozed; the horses, as far as I could discern, in the slightly faltering, weakly pouring light of the stars, also lay with their heads bowed... A faint oblivion attacked me; it turned into dormancy.

Matsuo Basho

Hint: In his description of nature, Turgenev creates an atmosphere of mystery, showing that on such a fantastic night something mysterious must inevitably happen. He peers, observes, not only notices, but also reveals the secrets of the familiar world. The author uses a poetic, fairy-tale device: the hunter got lost. I got lost... and unexpectedly discovered a special world of nature, a children's world, a world full of fantastic secrets, beliefs, fairy tales, a sincere and kind world. The pictures of nature in the story reflect the mood of man, man is part of nature. Turgenev’s landscape lives the same life with the characters, as if nature understands people. We can safely say that Turgenev is a master of landscape.

Matsuo Basho is a recognized Master of Japanese poetry. Basho's haiku (three verses) are truly masterpieces. Haiku teaches us to look for hidden beauty in the simple, inconspicuous, everyday. “Basho is considered the First Great Master of Haiku. According to Basho, the process of writing a poem begins with the poet’s penetration into the “inner life,” into the “soul” of an object or phenomenon, followed by the transmission of this “inner state” in the simple and laconic form of a tercet. Basho associated this skill with the principle-state “sabi” (“sadness of loneliness”, or “enlightened loneliness”), which allows one to see “inner beauty” expressed in simple, even meager forms.” (V. Markova)

"Autumn has already arrived!" -

The wind whispered in my ear,

Sneaking up to my pillow.

What freshness it blows

From this melon in drops of dew,

With sticky wet soil!

Evening bindweed

I'm captured...Motionless

I stand in oblivion.

Vasily Shukshin The sun, the old man and the girl The days burned with white fire. The ground was hot, the trees were hot too. Dry grass rustled underfoot. Only in the evenings did it get cooler. And then an ancient old man came out to the bank of the fast-moving Katun River, always sat down in one place - near a snag - and looked at the sun. The sun was setting behind the mountains. In the evening it was huge and red. The old man sat motionless. His hands lay on his knees - brown, dry, and terribly wrinkled. The face is also wrinkled, the eyes are moist and dull. The neck is thin, the head is small, gray. Sharp shoulder blades stick out under a blue calico shirt. One day, while the old man was sitting like this, he heard a voice behind him: “Hello, grandfather!” The old man nodded his head. A girl sat next to him with a flat suitcase in her hands. - Are you resting? The old man nodded his head again.

Said; - Resting. He didn't look at the girl. - Can I write to you? - asked the girl. - Like this? - the old man did not understand. - Draw you. The old man was silent for some time, looking at the sun, blinking his reddish eyelids without eyelashes. “I’m ugly now,” he said. - Why? - The girl was somewhat confused. - No, you are handsome, grandfather. - In addition, he is sick. The girl looked at the old man for a long time. Then she stroked his dry, brown hand with a soft palm and said: “You are very handsome, grandfather.” Is it true. The old man smiled weakly: “Draw, if that’s the case.” The girl opened her suitcase. The old man coughed into his palm: - City, probably? - he asked. - City. - Apparently they pay for this? - When, in general, I do well, they will pay. - We have to try. - I'm trying. They fell silent. The old man kept looking at the sun.

The girl drew, peering at the old man’s face from the side. - Are you from here, grandfather? - Local. - And were born here? - Here, here. - How old are you now? - Godkov? Eighty. - Wow! “A lot,” the old man agreed and smiled weakly again. “What about you?” - Twenty five. There was silence again. - What a sun! - the old man exclaimed quietly. - Which? - the girl didn’t understand. - Big. - Ahh... Yes. It's actually beautiful here. - And look, what kind of water there... Near that shore... - Yes, yes. - Exactly more blood was added. “Yes.” The girl looked at the other shore. “Yes.” The sun touched the peaks of Altai and began to slowly sink into the distant blue world.

And the deeper it went, the more clearly the mountains appeared. They seemed to move closer. And in the valley - between the river and the mountains - the reddish twilight was quietly fading. And a thoughtful soft shadow approached from the mountains. Then the sun completely disappeared behind the sharp ridge of Buburkhan, and immediately a swift fan of bright red rays flew out into the greenish sky. He did not last long - he also quietly faded away. And in the sky in that direction the dawn began to blaze. “The sun has gone,” the old man sighed. The girl put the sheets of paper in a box. For some time we sat just like that, listening to the small rushing waves babbling along the shore. Fog crept into the valley in large wisps. In a small forest nearby, some night bird timidly cried out.

They responded loudly to her from the shore, on the other side. “Okay,” the old man said quietly. And the girl was thinking about how she would soon return to the distant sweet city and bring a lot of drawings. There will be a portrait of this old man too. And her friend, a talented, real artist, will certainly be angry: “Again, wrinkles!.. And for what? Everyone knows that Siberia has a harsh climate and people work there a lot. What's next? What?...” The girl knew that she was not God knows how gifted. But she thinks about what a difficult life this old man lived. Look at his hands... Wrinkles again! “We have to work, work, work...” - Will you come here tomorrow, grandfather? - she asked the old man. “I’ll come,” he responded. The girl got up and went to the village. The old man sat a little longer and also went. He came home, sat down in his corner, near the stove, and sat quietly - waiting for his son to come home from work and sit down to dinner.

The son always came tired, dissatisfied with everything. The daughter-in-law was also always dissatisfied with something. The grandchildren grew up and moved to the city. It was sad in the house without them. We sat down to dinner. They crumbled bread into the milk for the old man, and he slurped it while sitting on the edge of the table. He clinked his spoon carefully on the plate, trying not to make any noise. They were silent. Then they went to bed. The old man climbed onto the stove, and his son and daughter-in-law went into the upper room. They were silent. What should we talk about? All the words had been said long ago. The next evening the old man and the girl were again sitting on the shore, near a snag. The girl hurriedly drew, and the old man looked at the sun and said: “We always lived happily, it’s a sin to complain.” I worked as a carpenter, there was always enough work. And my sons are all carpenters. They beat a lot of them in the war - four. Two left. Well, that’s the only one I live with now, Stepan.

And Vanka lives in the city, in Biysk. Foreman on a new building. Writes; nothing, they live happily. We came here and visited. I have many grandchildren, they love me. In the cities everything is now... The girl was drawing the old man’s hands, she was in a hurry, nervous, and often washed. - Was it difficult to live? - she asked randomly. - Why is it difficult? - the old man was surprised. - I’m telling you: we lived well. - Do you feel sorry for your sons? - What about it? - the old man was surprised again. - Putting four of these is no joke? The girl didn’t understand: either she felt sorry for the old man, or she was more surprised by his strange calm and tranquility. And the sun was setting behind the mountains again.

The dawn was burning quietly again. “There will be bad weather tomorrow,” said the old man. The girl looked at the clear sky: - Why? - It breaks me completely. - And the sky is completely clear. The old man remained silent. - Will you come tomorrow, grandfather? “I don’t know,” the old man did not immediately respond. - It breaks something, - Grandfather, what do you call such a stone? - The girl took out a white stone with a golden tint from her jacket pocket. - Which? - asked the old man, continuing to look at the mountains. The girl handed him the stone. The old man, without turning around, extended his palm. - Such? - he asked, glancing briefly at the pebble and turning it over in his dry, crooked fingers. “It’s a flint.” This was during the war, when there were no seryankas, fire was made from it. The girl was struck by a strange guess: it seemed to her that the old man was blind. She didn’t immediately find what to talk about, she was silent, looking sideways at the old man. And he looked to where the sun had set.

He looked calmly and thoughtfully. “On... a pebble,” he said and handed the stone to the girl. - They are not like that yet. It happens: it’s all white, it’s already translucent, and there are some specks inside. And there are: testicle and testicle - you can’t tell the difference. There are some: they look like a magpie's testicle - with specks on the sides, and there are, like starlings', blue ones, also with a rowan like this. The girl kept looking at the old man. I didn’t dare ask if it was true that he was blind. - Where do you live, grandfather? - And it’s not very far from here. This is Ivan Kolokolnikov’s house,” the old man showed the house on the shore, “then the Bedarevs, then the Volokitins, then the Zinovievs, and then, in a side street, ours.” Come in if you need anything. We had grandchildren, and we had a lot of fun. - Thank you. - I went. Breaks me.

The old man got up and walked along the path up the mountain. The girl looked after him until he turned into an alley. The old man never stumbled, never hesitated. He walked slowly and looked at his feet. “No, not blind,” the girl realized. “Just weak eyesight.” The next day the old man did not come ashore. The girl sat alone, thinking about the old man. There was something in his life, so simple, so ordinary, something difficult, something big, significant. “The sun - it also just rises and just sets,” the girl thought. “Is it really that simple!” And she looked closely at her drawings. She was sad. The old man did not come on the third day or the fourth. The girl went to look for his house. Found it.

In the fence of a large five-walled house under an iron roof, in the corner, under a canopy, a tall man of about fifty was whittling a pine board on a workbench. “Hello,” said the girl. The man straightened up, looked at the girl, ran his thumb over his sweaty forehead, nodded: “Great.” - Please tell me, grandfather lives here... The man looked at the girl carefully and somehow strangely. She fell silent. “He lived,” said the man. - I’m making homework for him.

The girl opened her mouth: - He died, right? - Died. - The man leaned over the board again, shuffled the plane a couple of times, then looked at the girl. - What did you need? - So... I drew him. - Ahh. - The man sharply shuffled his plane. - Tell me, was he blind? - the girl asked after a long silence. - Blind. - And how long? - Ten years already. And what? - So... The girl left the fence. On the street, she leaned against the fence and cried. She felt sorry for her grandfather. And it was a pity that she could not tell about him. But she now felt some deeper meaning and mystery of human life and heroism and, without realizing it, she was becoming much more mature.

In the story “Bezhin Meadow” by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev, landscape plays an important role. The story begins with a description of an early July morning, where the narrator describes all the beauty of nature. He writes that such mornings are the best, the weather has already settled and in the mornings it is not cold, but not hot either. The story is narrated by a hunter who came to the forest and describes all the beauty of nature. The narrator describes the clouds so beautifully that the picture is mesmerizing.

He says that the clouds stand motionless due to calm weather and form bizarre patterns. From the description of this picture, you can understand how good the hunter is in a mood, and he admires the surrounding beauty. He then describes the approach of evening, when these same clouds turn lavender and darkness begins to creep in.

The following describes a picture when a hunter gets lost in the forest and cannot find a way out. He says that he went to the wrong place, and he had to go down into the valley, where the hunter felt terrified. Here the narrator describes that the grass in the valley is wet and high, he felt uneasy, and he quickly wanted to get out onto the hill to see the further road. Having climbed the next hill, the hunter realized that he was completely lost, and he felt uneasy.

The landscape in the story conveys not only the beauty of Russian nature, but also the feelings of the characters themselves. Then the hunter sees a fire and decides to ask for an overnight stay; near the fire there were local boys who were driving out a herd of horses for the night. The boys accept the hunter and he calms down. Here the landscape takes on a different picture and sparkles with different colors. The narrator listens to the children's stories in which they talk about goblins, werewolves and mermaids.

The hunter sees a different picture of swamps and trees on which mermaids sit and kill people. Next, the narrator describes the dawn, which had just begun and a cool breeze began to walk between the leaves of the trees and bushes. The narrator gets ready to go home and leaves the guys, having walked a little, morning came and again warm rays illuminated the earth.

Essay Landscape in Turgenev's story Bezhin meadow

Turgenev's stories are always full of colorful descriptions of nature, especially in the “Notes of a Hunter” cycle. The author skillfully paints landscapes in the smallest detail. When you read the works of Ivan Sergeevich, you are completely immersed in the atmosphere of what is happening.

Reading the story “Bezhin Meadow”, you clearly imagine the forest through which the hunter walked. You can almost hear the rustling of leaves. Imagine the clear blue sky and the gentle spill of dawn across it. At the beginning of the story, the description of nature captures the attention and conveys the beauty of the views that surround the main character, as well as the mood of the hunter.

First we talk about summer in general. Sunny July days are described, one feels lightness, warmth, and serenity. When the story is told about the hunter himself and how he walks contentedly with his prey, slightly tired, his fatigue makes it possible to feel the outline of the landscape: “The air is still light, but no longer illuminated by the sun,” “Cold and thickening shadows.”

Further, when the hunter realizes that he is lost, the author again conveys his anxiety through nature: “Darkness is pouring,” “Night is like a thundercloud,” “Gloomy darkness.” You immediately understand how the main character is going through, how his sense of fear is slowly growing, due to the likelihood of being left on a dark night in the middle of an unfamiliar forest. When the hunter went out into the meadow and met the shepherd boys sitting by the fire, again the nature around him described his condition. The hero feels calm, the fear of being left in the forest in the middle of the night has receded and now he can not worry, relax and listen to the guys’ stories.

The boys told various mystical stories and fables, and here nature adds mystery and mystery to these stories. Then, out of nowhere, a dove appeared and flew past sharply, then something rang. At the end of the story, the writer again shows us how the hero feels when it began to dawn and he went home. In the words: “Everything moved, woke up, sang, made noise, spoke,” together with the hunter you feel relief that very soon he will be home. Nothing threatens the hero of the story anymore.

The role of landscape in this work is very important; it allows readers to penetrate deeper into the plot and feel like a participant in the events described by the author. It’s as if you are sitting next to the guys and the hunter, by the fire on Bezhin Meadow and listening to various interesting stories.

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In the article we will talk about the cycle of stories by I.S. Turgenev - “Notes of a Hunter”. The object of our attention was the work “Bezhin Meadow”, and especially the landscapes in it. A brief description of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow” awaits you below.

About the writer

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev is one of the greatest Russian writers.

This writer, playwright and translator was born in 1818. He wrote in the genre of romanticism, turning into realism. The last novels were already purely realistic, while the haze of “world sorrow” was present in them. He also introduced the concept of “nihilist” into literature and, using the example of his heroes, revealed it.

About the story "Bezhin Meadow"

The story “Bezhin Meadow” is part of the “Notes of a Hunter” cycle. The history of the creation of this cycle of independent stories is interesting. Together they create an amazing border of landscapes, excitement, anxiety and harsh nature (and the description of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow” is an amazing reflection of human feelings in the mirror of the surrounding world).

When the writer returned to Russia after a trip abroad, the Sovremennik magazine began its long journey in 1847. Ivan Sergeevich was offered to publish a short work on the pages of the issue. But the writer believed that there was nothing worthy, and in the end he brought the editors a short story “Khor and Kalinich” (in the magazine it was called an essay). This “essay” had the effect of an explosion; readers began to ask Turgenev in numerous letters to him to continue and publish something similar. So the writer opened a new cycle and began to weave it from stories and essays, like precious beads. A total of 25 stories were published under this title.

One of the chapters - "Bezhin Meadow" - is known for its amazing pictures of nature and the atmosphere of the night. The description of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow” is a real masterpiece. The meadow and forest, the night sky, and the fire seem to live their own lives. They are not just background. They are full-fledged characters in this story. Beginning with a description of early morning and dawn, the story will guide the reader through a hot summer day, and then through a mystical night in the forest and meadow with the mysterious name “Bezhin.”

Description of nature in the story "Bezhin Meadow". Summary.

On a very nice July day, the hero of the story went hunting for black grouse. The hunt was quite successful, and with a backpack full of game, he decided that it was time to go home. Climbing the hill, the hero realized that in front of him were places completely foreign to him. Deciding that he had “turned too right”, he walked down the hill in the hope that he would now rise from the right side and see familiar places. Night was approaching, and the path was still not found. Wandering through the forest and asking himself the question “So where am I?”, the hero suddenly stopped in front of an abyss into which he almost fell. Finally, he realized where he was. A place called Bezhin Meadow stretched out before him.

The hunter saw lights nearby and people near them. Moving towards them, he saw that they were boys from nearby villages. They grazed a herd of horses here.

It is worth mentioning separately about the description of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow”. She surprises, enchants, and sometimes frightens.

The narrator asked to stay with them for the night and, in order not to embarrass the boys, pretended to be asleep. The guys started telling scary stories. The first is about how they spent the night at the factory and there they were scared by a “brownie”.

The second story is about the carpenter Gavril, who went into the forest and heard the call of a mermaid. He got scared and crossed himself, for which the mermaid cursed him, saying that “he will kill himself all his life.”

The description of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow” serves not only as a decoration for these stories, it complements them with mysticism, charm, and mystery.

So, until dawn, the boys recalled terrible stories. The author really liked the boy Pavlusha. His appearance was completely unremarkable, but he looked very smart and “there was strength in his voice.” His stories did not frighten the boys at all; a rational, wise answer was ready for everything. And when, in the midst of the conversation, the dogs barked and rushed into the forest, Pavlusha rushed after them. Returning, he calmly said that he expected to see a wolf. The boy's courage amazed the narrator. The next morning he returned home and often remembered that night and the boy Pavel. At the end of the story, the hero sadly says that Pavlusha, some time after they met, died - he fell from his horse.

Nature in the story

Pictures of nature occupy a special place in the story. The description of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow” by Turgenev begins the story.

The landscape changes somewhat when the hero realizes that he is lost. Nature is still beautiful and majestic, but it evokes some kind of elusive, mystical fear.

When the boys slowly carry on their childish speeches, the meadow around seems to listen to them, sometimes supporting them with eerie sounds or the flight of a dove that has come from nowhere.

The role of the description of nature in the story "Bezhin Meadow"

This story is famous for its landscapes. But he doesn’t talk about nature, but about the story of the main character, about how he, having gotten lost, went to Bezhin Meadow and stayed the night with the village boys, listening to their scary stories and watching the children. Why are there so many descriptions of nature in the story? Landscapes are not just an addition, they set you in the right mood, captivate you, and sound like music in the background of the story. Be sure to read the entire story, it will surprise and enchant you.

Lesson objectives:

• Educational:
• get acquainted with the originality of Turgenev’s landscape;
• determine the role of landscape in the story;
• analyze how I.S. Turgenev uses expressive means of language to create landscape sketches.
• Educational:
• cultivate respect for the artistic word.
• cultivate a sense of patriotism.
• Developmental:
• develop the ability to find examples of artistic and expressive language in the text;
• improve students' expressive reading.

Equipment: presentation ( Annex 1 ), illustrations of nature for the story.

DURING THE CLASSES

1. Goal setting

1 slide. Lesson topic message.

– What goals will we set? (We will get acquainted with the originality of Turgenev’s landscape, determine its role in the story, and analyze how I.S. Turgenev uses the expressive means of language to create landscape sketches).

2. Teacher's introductory speech

I.S. Turgenev was unusually sensitive to the life of nature. He said that when communicating with nature, he gets “some kind of sweet feeling, the soul aches, something seems to be sucking at the heart.” Obviously, under the impression of this “sweet, aching” feeling, landscape sketches were born.

3. Landscape analysis

3-4 slides

– Where does the story begin? (From a description of a July day.)
- Let's read the description of a “beautiful July day.” (Reading to music).
– Think about what mood is created when reading? (A mood of cheerfulness and jubilation, tenderness and softness is created, a major message about the coming new day, the joy of meeting nature).
5-6 slides
– When else do we hear a life-affirming mood in a story? (The description of the onset of morning completes the story.)
– What can you say about the person who wrote these lines? (A person who knows how to see beauty; has a rich spiritual world).
– Where are these landscape sketches located in the story? (...that is, they form the beginning and ending of the work).
– Compare the description of a summer day and the description of the onset of morning with the mood of the hunter?

4. Work on artistic and visual means

– We listened to music, we saw images of artists. The artist, the composer, has his own artistic means: the artist has colors, perspective, light, and the composer has rhythm, melody, voice. And for the writer - tell me, what? (The writer creates a description using words, colorful epithets, metaphors, comparisons, etc. - figurative means.)

1 group. Description of a summer morning

We turn to the analysis of the picture of a clear summer day.

– What figurative means predominate? Why?

"BEAUTIFUL July Day";
The sun “rises PEACEFULLY”;
"the sky is CLEAR"; “GENTLY blush” (dawn);
“It will shine FRESHLY”;
“It rises merrily and majestically”
“the sun is BRIGHT, HELLO RADIANT”$
"MIGHTY luminary"

(We are convinced that in this picture Turgenev clearly dominates the figurative epithet in combination with metaphor.
In depicting a clear summer day, the author used mainly epithets, since he pursued the goal of noting the most striking signs of nature on one of the summer days that he observed).

2nd group. Waking up to a summer day

Determine which visual technique prevails in Turgenev’s description of the awakening of a summer morning. (Showing the awakening of an early summer morning, the writer uses an abundance of personification and verbal metaphors, which also includes figurative, visual epithets.)

– Why did Turgenev choose mainly personification and metaphors to depict the awakening morning? (Show the very process of awakening and revitalizing nature. Other means for this purpose would be less expressive).
– Why are figurative, visual epithets also introduced into the description of the morning? (They helped the author make the picture of the morning more clear).

“But day is replaced by night.” Let's find and read the elements of the description of the approaching night. Has the tone of the story changed?
- Why? (Night, the hunter got lost).
– We see the night through the eyes of a worried, alarmed person.
When depicting the approaching night, the author sets the goal of showing not only pictures of the night, but also the growth of nocturnal mystery and the feeling of increasing anxiety that arose in him in connection with the onset of darkness and the loss of the road.

3rd group. Description of the night

The picture of the onset of night in the figurative means of language

– There is no need for a bright figurative epithet. A thoughtful artist, Turgenev uses in this case an emotional, expressive epithet that well conveys the anxious feelings of the narrator. But he is not limited to them either. The author manages to convey the feeling of fear, anxiety and anxiety only through a complex set of linguistic means: an emotionally expressive epithet, a comparison, a metaphor, and personification.
The writer in this case is not so much concerned with depicting nature as expressing the restless feelings that it evokes in him.

But the disturbing night landscape is replaced by highly solemn and calmly majestic pictures of nature, when the author finally went out onto the road, saw peasant children sitting around two fires, and sat down with the children near the cheerfully crackling flames. The calmed artist saw the high starry sky in all its splendor. The author admires the majestic beauty of the Russian summer night.

- We find and read.
- So. the story is based on the image of nature in its various manifestations - light, open and mysterious, incomprehensible. The hunter's wandering through the forest connects and unites them.
– Now compare these descriptions of nature, paying attention to which sensations predominate in the morning and which ones at night?
– The paintings of the approaching night evoked a feeling of restlessness and anxiety in the artist, and the paintings of a summer morning and day - a feeling of joy in life.
– Thus, pictures of nature evoke certain moods of the author. (In the morning, colors predominate. In the morning, sounds are harmonious, visual images are clear. At night, darkness predominates, broken by contrasting flashes; sounds are either muffled or sharp, sudden, alarming; at night, visual images predominate)

– How will you explain? (Night is the unknown, a riddle, a mystery, so all senses are heightened. Objects lose their real outlines and seem huge. A person is wary, so he listens, peers.
In the morning we are usually relaxed. We expect something good and joyful from the coming day. In addition, the darkness dissipates, everything is visible, nothing scares us.).

L.N. Tolstoy. “One thing in which he is such a master that his hands are taken away from touching this object is nature. Two or three lines, and it smells.”
Nature in I.S. Turgenev is given in the richness of its colors, in movement, in sounds, in smells.

4th group. The effectiveness of nature

Conclusion: I.S. Turgenev, trying to convey the fullness of his sensations, influences various senses: hearing, smell, vision. This gives pictures of nature a special expressiveness, and also fully corresponds to the truth of life. When you walk through the forest, you not only see trees, grass, the sky, but also hear birds singing, smell, feel hot or cool.

5. Lesson summary

– What role does the landscape play in the story? What is its significance?
– What moods did nature evoke in the boys sitting by the fire?
She “with her mysterious splendor” predisposed them to stories about the incomprehensible and wonderful, and with her mysterious sounds she gave rise to the very feeling of fear.
Full of mysterious sounds, the nature of the night instills in boys a feeling of unaccountable fear and at the same time intensifies their heightened, almost painful curiosity for stories about the mysterious and terrible.
– Thus, nature is shown by Turgenev as a force actively influencing both the author and his boy heroes.
But it also appears in the story as a majestic and beautiful spectacle, calming the frightened imagination of children and giving them true aesthetic pleasure.
The aesthetic delight evoked in the boys by the spectacle of the high sky dotted with golden stars is shared by the author.
Having thus explained the active role of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow,” it is useful to force students to think about the question: does the landscape depicted by the writer have any significance for constructing the story?
The landscape serves as the beginning and ending of the work. The compositional role of nature is recorded in a short note on the board and in students’ notebooks.

– And why are there so many pictures of nature? (They live in the village. They are always surrounded by nature. It is the background of the children’s lives)

In Turgenev's story, nature is shown primarily as a condition of life for peasant boys who are introduced to agricultural work early. It would be false, and even impossible, to depict children in the night without showing nature. But it is given not only as a background or condition for the life of peasant children.

The meaning of nature in the story “Bezhin Meadow”

– What is I.S. Turgenev’s skill? (His paintings are always true, we recognize in them the native Russian nature, and at the same time we see the writer’s love for his homeland)
At the end of the lesson, I suggest listening to a poem that also talks about love for nature and our small homeland.

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I.S. TURGENEV. BEZHIN LUG

Ivan Demyanov

He's been in front of my eyes since childhood
A dewy meadow with a maned herd,
And a swarm of stars hovering over the forests,
Where the river bends around the corner.
And snorting and horse tramping,
timid voices of boys,
And the whisper of the shore reeds,
Faded sunset streak.
The night opened up the blue floors,
The moon is rolling a blue lump.
The vastness of the sky above the silent valley,
Smoke rushes there from the fire.
When a fire burns, its fire is energetic.
There are few such lights in memory.
For centuries they have been throwing brushwood into it,
May we love our homeland more!

Composition

The place and meaning of landscape in the story. (A lot of space is given to the description of nature in Turgenev’s story; nature here is one of the characters, and this is marked by the title of the story. “Bezhin Meadow” begins and ends with a description of nature, and its central part - the boys’ stories - is also depicted against the background of a description of a summer night. )
A beautiful July day. (At the beginning of the story, Turgenev describes a July day when he, having gone hunting, got lost. The author is an observant person who knows the signs of the weather well. He writes about a clear sky, a bright and radiant sun, motionless clouds, the constant clarity of the sky. Turgenev notes in everything softness of colors and “touching meekness.”)
Description of Bezhin meadow.
View of the meadow from the cliff of a hill. (A plain surrounded by a semicircle of a river, a fire and people by the fire.)

Night in the meadow. (The picture of the night complements the children's stories, gives them special expressiveness and mystery. Turgenev shows how ordinary objects are transformed in the light of a fire; how significant every sound becomes in the silence of the night. Listening to the children's stories, the writer notices how the colors, smells and sounds of the summer gradually change nights.)
Dawn in the meadow. (Pre-dawn silence, freshness of the morning, gradual change in the color of the sky, sunrise, the first sounds of the coming day.)
Turgenev is a master of landscape. (The pictures of nature in the story were created by a subtle and observant person with the ability of an artist. He notices the smallest details, changes in shades of colors, halftones and shadows. His hearing captures the most subtle sounds. For Turgenev, nature is not only the background, but also a kind of character in the story: it constantly changing, living its own life. And at the same time, nature occupies a significant place in human life).

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