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In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.
(S. Marshak) ©

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.
(K. Balmont) ©

When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,

We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.
(A. Fet) ©

Golden foliage swirled
In the pinkish water of the pond
Like a light flock of butterflies
With fading flies to the star.

I'm in love with this evening
The yellowing dol is close to the heart.
Youth-wind up to the shoulders
Headed on a birch hem.

And in the soul and in the valley coolness,
Blue dusk like a flock of sheep
Behind the gate of the silent garden
The bell will ring and freeze.

I've never been thrifty
So did not listen to rational flesh,
It would be nice, like willow branches,
To tip over into the pink waters.

It would be nice, on a haystack smiling,
Muzzle of the month to chew hay ...
Where are you, where are you, my quiet joy,
Loving everything, wanting nothing?
(S. Yesenin) ©

Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.

Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun does not shine;
The wind howls in the field;
The rain is drizzling.

The waters rustled
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm climes.
(A. Pleshcheev) ©

The swallows are gone
And yesterday dawn
All the rooks flew
Yes, like a network, flickered
Over that mountain.

In the evening everyone sleeps
It's dark outside.
The leaf falls dry
At night the wind is angry
Yes, knock on the window.

It would be better if snow and blizzard
Happy to meet you!
As if in fear
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will leave - willy-nilly
It's hard - even cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Jumps like a ball.
(A. Fet) ©

Autumn is early.
Leaves are falling.
Step carefully into the grass.
Each leaf is a fox face...
This is the land where I live.

Foxes quarrel, foxes yearn,
foxes celebrate, cry, sing,
and when they smoke their pipes,
That means it will rain soon.

Burning runs through the trunks,
and the trunks disappear into the moat.
Each trunk is the body of a deer...
This is the land where I live.

Red oak with blue horns
waiting for an opponent out of silence...
Be careful:
ax under your feet!
And the roads back are burned!

But in the forest, at the pine entrance,
someone actually believes in him...
Nothing to write:
nature!
This is the land where I live
(B. Okudzhava) ©

Autumn. All our poor garden is sprinkled,
Yellowed leaves fly in the wind;
Only in the distance they flaunt, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
Brushes are bright red withering mountain ash.
Joyful and sorrowful to my heart,
Silently I warm your little hands and press,
Looking into your eyes, silently pouring tears,
I can't express how much I love you.
(A. Tolstoy) ©

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
(A. Pushkin) ©

The autumn world is meaningfully arranged
And inhabited.
Enter it and be at peace
Like this maple.

And if the dust covers you for a moment,
Don't die.
Let your sheets be washed at dawn
The dew of the fields.

When will the storm break over the world
And the hurricane
They will make you bow to the ground
Your thin camp.

But even falling into a deadly languor
From these torments
Like a simple autumn tree,
Shut up, my friend.

Don't forget to straighten up again
Not twisted
But wise from the mind of the earth,
Autumn maple.
(N. Zabolotsky) ©

The world needs beauty. In the beauty of poetry, in the beauty of autumn. See unusual colors autumn nature, strokes of beauty, to smell the slightest smells, to hear sounds - that's what K. Balmont wanted to convey to us. Balmont's poems about autumn are full of quiet charm.

"Lastly"
Here comes the golden autumn
Comes to us again.
Thicker haze, melting in the morning,
And the forest dressed, shining,
In leaves red as blood.

I would think that in the spring
‎Place for fire.
Meanwhile, as if I'm hot,
All foliage painted,
Serves as a smut in autumn.

Unraveled at last
‎Zorno-red color.
The leaf is brighter, but the leaves are rare,
And the spider, weaving nets,
Repairs a torn trail of leaves.

As the rustling ruby ​​falls
‎Into the cobweb vault,
The trembling balcony suddenly collapses,
And for a winter dream, from the thicket,
‎Autumn calls the architect.

But the spider, not hearing her,
He extended the rope.
Here is a wall, a niche,
A patterned roof is fastened,
‎Waiting for guests, anyone is welcome.

Balmont wrote about autumn in a special way - sincerely, cordially. In his poems there is no excessive heaping of poetic embellishments. Everything is clear and concise.

"Autumn"
The moisture turned cold.
In the evening - where is he, ruby?
Dawns - in the flickering of opal,
Clouds - hordes of ice floes.

Autumn with a single-toothed sickle
Squeezed close fields.
The air became hard and rough
Stirring dry leaves.

The red summer is over
Sleep, not looking for flowers.
Do you want red?
Here are some ivy leaves for you.

Balmont is a connoisseur of poetry, his poems attract with the strength and expressiveness of the artistic language, the brightness and picturesqueness of images and paintings.

"Autumn"
Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

"Autumn forest"
Forest thicket. in emerald,
Until recently, here and there,
Rubies poured out, glowing.
Now, brocade of foliage, in full,
Like a smoky yellow wall
The armor of the trees rustles, thinning.
The color is aged, not gray,
And gray-ash, seated, -
Slides through this copper fairy tale,
And, flashing, it goes out in succession.
So at the evening hour, nightjar,
In the azure sky, in front of us,
Flicker with false wings,
Making a quick twisted path,
And suddenly disappear over the water,
Where, the gaze of the soul merged with dreams,
The last lingering golden ray.

"Merry Autumn"
the chirping of sparrows,
A thin whistle of tits.
Behind the clouds
No more lightning.

Thunders died at the bottom
Blue skies.
All in purple fire
Golden forest.

The wind ran fast
He shook the brocade.
The color of the mountain ash has turned scarlet,
The song sings to the beam.

In a colorful dream, I
Ringing string.
Autumn, I love you
Just like Spring.

"Autumn Holiday"
My autumn has not yet come,
But high summer passed,
And the trees sang a chorale
They fan my holiday lightly.

This is a great holiday of consciousness,
That the flamethrower dragon calmed down,
And the fire did not reduce the radiance,
But it emerged as a ruby ​​throne.

Above the peaks is a scarlet miracle,
Grace descended from on high
And filled with a long buzz
Painted sheets.

Wide as the last bees
The erratic fairy tale sings
Leaving for neighboring valleys,
Falling into consciousness like honey.

High, to the blessings of the South,
A family of cranes fly away
I am like a point of an infinite circle,
Everything is mine, near and far.

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

The poet Konstantin Balmont is rightfully considered one of the first Russian symbolists, whose work became a role model among writers at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. Experimenting with styles, Balmont was fond of decadence and romanticism, but it was symbols that he attached great importance to in his work, believing that only with their help you can most fully and vividly express your thoughts, convey them to future generations of readers.

The poem "Autumn" was written by the poet in 1899, at the peak of literary fame. This short and, at first glance, very lyrical work actually carries a fairly deep semantic load. The poem begins with unpretentious phrases that lingonberries are ripening in the forest, the days are getting shorter and the cry of birds flying south evokes sadness. This is what the autumn blues looks like, which often covers the souls of impressionable and romantic people., sensitive the world and living with him in harmony. However, the first quatrain is intended to set the reader in a certain way, to prepare for the perception of more important and significant information that the author is going to convey to them.

It should not be forgotten that this work is dated last year outgoing 19th century. The change of eras causes symbolists not only slight sadness, but also understandable panic.. In every event, they see a kind of omen that life will change very soon. Moreover, not in better side. Therefore, in the poem "Autumn" there are distinct nostalgic notes that today, after a century, can be called prophetic. Konstantin Balmont admires the birds that fly across the sea to warmer climes, and seems to have a presentiment that soon he will have to leave Russia, in which autumn will come not according to the season, but according to the feeling, when everything old dies, and the new is not yet destined to be born.

The poet associates autumn itself with tears, which is also very symbolic. And it's not just the rainy weather, which is very typical for this time of year. 17 years will pass, and on exactly the same rainy autumn day the world will be split into two opposing camps. Therefore, the phrase “autumn will soon wake up and cry while awake” can be interpreted as a premonition of trouble, which is as inevitable as the change of seasons.

If we consider this work from a literary point of view, without trying to read it between the lines, then the poem "Autumn" is an excellent example of landscape lyrics. Moreover, Konstantin Balmont, reputed to be a polyglot and connoisseur 15 foreign languages, does not seek to flourish the description of the dullest time of the year with vivid epithets and comparisons. The image of nature in this work is secondary, as well as the feelings of the poet. Therefore, the poem does not make a special impression on readers, since in Russian literature one can find much more exciting and memorable rhymed lines dedicated to autumn. However, from the point of view of symbolism, this poem is flawless. It says more than enough for those who are used to looking for a hidden meaning in ordinary words. This is natural sadness associated with the change of centuries, and the secret hope that, perhaps, forebodings will turn out to be deceptive, and attempts to stop the moments of a still carefree life, capturing them in verse. But, alas, the prophecies of the great poets, to whom, without a doubt, Konstantin Balmont belongs, tend to come true exactly. The author himself, at the time of writing the poem "Autumn", only vaguely guesses about this, and together with the autumn he mourns not only his own life, but also the fate of his country, in which fatal changes are coming.

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

School analysis of Konstantin Balmont's poem "Autumn"

Russian literature is famous for talented poets, in whose work there are many works about nature and its phenomena. Not the last place among them is occupied by Konstantin Balmont.

Konstantin Balmont is a prominent representative of symbolism in Russian literature. With the help of symbols, Balmont wanted to convey to the reader the full depth of the event and veil it with a description of the memorable moments of the landscape. His poem "Autumn" is simple and clear, consonant lines are easy to read, because they are written in two-foot anapaest. Without using many vivid epithets, the poet conveys the mood and an accurate picture of what is happening.

Balmont describes early autumn, when the days become colder and cloudier, and the trees are full of colorful leaves.

In the last quatrain, he predicts the onset of a late, rainy autumn. The ongoing changes do not promise the approach of warm spring days, but, on the contrary, bring coldness and depression. Such a mood is typical for the literary genre of elegy, when fear and gloomy feelings due to difficult life problems fall into the mournful lines of the work.
To describe the landscape, he uses the method of impersonating inanimate phenomena: "the sun laughs less often", "autumn will wake up soon." The sad time is described so vividly and vividly that autumn seems to be a living creature that will wake up and cry when awake. The image of autumn is fully revealed thanks to complex predicates: “they became colder”, “it became sadder”, “laughs less often”. This allows you to accurately catch the breath of this season.

This poem presents a picture of a fading life, and the lines are permeated with sadness and bitterness of an imminent loss. Reading a work, you can catch the mood of the author, in which he was when he wrote it. A casual reader will most likely not understand the hidden meaning of the lines.
This work refers to landscape lyrics, which was written at the peak of the poet's creative career. It seems that the recognition of the public and literary critics should add confidence and strength to Balmont, but some uncertainty prevents him.
If you look at the work from a temporal point of view, you can understand that the coming autumn blues is the state of mind of the poet himself. "Autumn" was written by Balmont in 1899. This is the time of the end of the 19th century and the beginning of a new path for Russia.
Romantic poets have a vulnerable soul, they see only the dark side in new events, falling into a panic from the unknown. The onset of the 20th century for Balmont became a fundamental event not only in his life, but also in the fate of the whole country. In the notes of sadness that accompany the reader throughout the poem, the author concluded his own experiences. Revolutions and wars that have befallen Russian empire in the first quarter of the century, became the apogee of the author's sad premonitions, because a lot of lives went out, and the souls of those people who left their homeland forever died. And Konstantin Balmont himself will soon leave, like those flocks of birds flying away, beyond the blue sea.

"Autumn" Konstantin Balmont

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

Analysis of Balmont's poem "Autumn"

The poet Konstantin Balmont is rightfully considered one of the first Russian symbolists, whose work became a role model among writers at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. Experimenting with styles, Balmont was fond of decadence and romanticism, but it was symbols that he attached great importance to in his work, believing that only with their help you can most fully and vividly express your thoughts, convey them to future generations of readers.

The poem "Autumn" was written by the poet in 1899, at the peak of literary fame. This short and, at first glance, very lyrical work actually carries a fairly deep semantic load. The poem begins with unpretentious phrases that lingonberries are ripening in the forest, the days are getting shorter and the cry of birds flying south evokes sadness. This is what the autumn blues looks like, which often covers the souls of impressionable and romantic people. who subtly feel the surrounding world and live in harmony with it. However, the first quatrain is intended to set the reader in a certain way, to prepare for the perception of more important and significant information that the author is going to convey to them.

It should not be forgotten that this work dates from the last year of the outgoing 19th century. The change of eras causes symbolists not only slight sadness, but also understandable panic.. In every event, they see a kind of omen that life will change very soon. And, not for the better. Therefore, in the poem "Autumn" there are distinct nostalgic notes that today, after a century, can be called prophetic. Konstantin Balmont admires the birds that fly across the sea to warmer climes, and seems to have a presentiment that soon he will have to leave Russia, in which autumn will come not according to the season, but according to the feeling, when everything old dies, and the new is not yet destined to be born.

The poet associates autumn itself with tears, which is also very symbolic. And it's not just the rainy weather, which is very typical for this time of year. 17 years will pass, and on exactly the same rainy autumn day the world will be split into two opposing camps. Therefore, the phrase “autumn will soon wake up and cry while awake” can be interpreted as a premonition of trouble, which is as inevitable as the change of seasons.

If we consider this work from a literary point of view, without trying to read it between the lines, then the poem "Autumn" is an excellent example of landscape lyrics. Moreover, Konstantin Balmont, reputed to be a polyglot and a connoisseur of 15 foreign languages, does not seek to flourish the description of the dullest time of the year with vivid epithets and comparisons. The image of nature in this work is secondary, as well as the feelings of the poet. Therefore, the poem does not make a special impression on readers, since in Russian literature one can find much more exciting and memorable rhymed lines dedicated to autumn. However, from the point of view of symbolism, this poem is flawless. It says more than enough for those who are used to looking for a hidden meaning in ordinary words. This is natural sadness associated with the change of centuries, and the secret hope that, perhaps, forebodings will turn out to be deceptive, and attempts to stop the moments of a still carefree life, capturing them in verse. But, alas, the prophecies of the great poets, to whom, without a doubt, Konstantin Balmont belongs, tend to come true exactly. The author himself, at the time of writing the poem "Autumn", only vaguely guesses about this, and together with the autumn he mourns not only his own life, but also the fate of his country, in which fatal changes are coming.