Kibereva Elizaveta
One of the topics in the “Listening to Music” lesson was a conversation about the seasons. I especially liked the time of the year autumn and by performing homework, I decided to take a closer look at the theme of "Autumn" in painting, literature and music.
Having started work, I discovered that I knew little of poems about autumn, I was almost unfamiliar with the paintings, and I remembered only one of the pieces of music.
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Sad time, the enchantment of the eyes ... ..
Kibireva Elizaveta
1st grade student
vocal department
Supervisor:
Korolkova M.A.
teacher
theoretical disciplines
Nefteyugansk, 2013.
- Introduction. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 3
- Main part. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 4
- Conclusion. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... eight
- Application. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... nine
Introduction.
This September, like many children of my age, I went to first grade. My old dream was to learn to sing and play an instrument, so I entered music school named after Vasily Vasilyevich Andreev and became a student of the vocal department. In addition to vocal lessons, I attend solfeggio and listening to music, learn to play the piano.
One of the topics in the “Listening to Music” lesson was a conversation about the seasons. I especially liked the autumn season, and doing my homework, I decided to get to know more about the "Autumn" theme in painting, literature and music.
Having started work, I discovered that I knew little of poems about autumn, I was almost unfamiliar with the paintings, and I remembered only one of the pieces of music. Then I decided to conduct a survey among my comrades and ask them such questions.
Do you know poems about autumn?
Do you know pictures about autumn?
Do you know musical pieces, songs about autumn?
After the survey, it was concluded that my comrades know very few poems (two out of 14), they do not know pictures at all (not a single positive answer out of 14), they know a little more songs (three out of 14).
Main part.
In autumn, nature is quiet, as if preparing for a winter sleep, it seems tired, weary. The trees are throwing off their foliage. Birds leave us and fly into warm countries... When you look at this withering autumn nature, different feelings overwhelm you: tenderness, surprise from admiring beauty, and sadness from the fact that you say goodbye to summer, warmth, that the beauty of autumn is leaving. If we compare the season with the time of day, then spring is morning, because everything wakes up, starts to move, summer is the middle of the day, and autumn is twilight, evening, end of the day.
Autumn is so different! In early autumn, nature is decorated with a multi-colored outfit. What colors and shades you will not see! And in late autumn it rains, the leaves fall, all fabulous beauty nature fades away. It is sad to see bare trees, clouds and puddles.
To paint a picture, an artist has paints, poets have words, a composer has only sounds. But they can be beautifully painted, as does Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. In Tchaikovsky's melodic tune "Autumn Song" - parting with the outgoing summer, regret about the fading nature. The work is dominated by sad intonations - sighs. The melody evokes memories, nostalgia. In her sad autumn landscape and the mood of a person is fused together. Listening to "Autumn Song" it is easy to imagine an empty veranda, strewn with withered leaves, and sounds of a grand piano coming from afar ... This is my favorite piece.
S. Yu. Zhukovsky was probably overwhelmed with similar feelings while creating his painting "Autumn. Veranda" (Appendix # 1).
One of the most famous artists who loved to paint autumn so much is Isaac Ilyich Levitan. Autumn was Levitan's favorite season, and he dedicated many paintings to her.
Painting " Golden autumn"- one of the best creations of the artist, bright colors, solemn calm create a feeling of the greatness of nature. Looking at the pictures, I just want to exclaim: “It's a sad time! Charm of the eyes! "," Lush wilting of nature "," In crimson and gold-clad forests. " How accurately and accurately Pushkin described his favorite time years in famous poetry, and the artist depicted autumn, putting a flurry of feelings and experiences into the paintings (Appendix # 2).
In the picture we see birch grove in copper-gold autumn decoration. In the depths of the meadow, a river is lost, on the left bank of which there are slender white-yellow birches and two aspen trees with almost fallen leaves. The ground is covered with yellowing wilted grass. And on the right bank of the river there is a row of still green willows, which seem to resist the autumn withering. The river surface seems motionless and cold. The autumn day depicted by the artist is full of light.
The same rich autumn decoration appears before us in the painting by V.D. Polenov "Golden Autumn" (Appendix # 3).
A poem by Sergei Yesenin is surprisingly suitable for this picture:
Dissuaded the golden grove
Birch, cheerful language,
And the cranes, sadly flying,
They do not regret anyone else ...
The musical composition "Autumn" from the cycle "Seasons" by A. Vivaldi echoes this picture in its mood. Listening to music, we can imagine the following picture: autumn leaves falling, spinning in a waltz, the sun is shining, the birds smoothly flapping their wings, fly away to the south.
Both musical works and the painting "Golden Autumn"depict calm autumn weather.
These works impressed me very much and I also wanted to depict autumn, to convey in the drawing my mood, inspired by the melody (Appendix No. 4, No. 5).
But autumn is not only golden with a clear azure sky! Autumn weather can be sad and cheerful, sunny and cloudy, golden and gray.
During the vocal lessons, I got acquainted with the song "Autumn" on the verses of A. Pleshcheev. The fret is minor, the melody reverts to the same note. It depicts a picture of autumn bad weather:
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up
And they look sadly
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling.
The water rustled
Fast stream
The birds flew away
To warm lands.
This poem is consonant with "Autumn Melody" by A. Rybnikov. The music expresses a melancholy, depressed, sad mood, consonant with an uncomfortable, joyless picture of withering nature. The music is monotonous, plaintive, even some disturbing notes are heard. Notes of regret for the outgoing warmth and beauty.
This is exactly what Isaac Levitan saw in autumn in his painting "Autumn" (Appendix # 6).
And in the film "Autumn" by Stanislav Yulianovich Zhukovsky, a real fall weather was played out at all! (Appendix # 7).
Looking at this uncomfortable landscape, one can hear the sound of the wind carrying the last wet leaves and gray clouds into the distance, merging with the restless notes of Beethoven's "The Tempest".
Conclusion.
Composers, poets and artists see the nature of autumn in different ways, and convey their impressions in different ways with the help of colors, intonations, comparisons: composers - in music, poets - in poetry, artists - in their paintings.
"Dull time" or "charm of the eyes" ... One way or another, autumn at all times has inspired poets, artists and musicians to great masterpieces. Such a different autumn: in some works - a holiday of colors and a triumph of nature, in others - bright sadness, nostalgia, bad weather.
Autumn is a time of magical transformation of nature, which generously gives the last rays of warmth, preparing to fall asleep for many months under a fluffy winter blanket.
Autumn is a season of the year that leaves no one indifferent. Therefore, poets and writers dedicated such wonderful lines to autumn. Artists have painted many paintings autumn nature, which are masterpieces and never cease to delight us. With the richness of its colors, autumn attracted the attention of great composers who praised its beauty.
I love autumn, maybe because I was born in October. Perhaps because "Autumn Song" by P.I. Tchaikovsky is one of the favorite works for me and my mother. My dream is to learn how to play the piano and perform "Autumn Song" for her one fine October evening ...
Application.
Literature.
Autumn (Z. Fedorovskaya)
Autumn at the edge of the paint bred,
I gently passed through the foliage with a brush:
Hazel turned yellow and maples blushed,
In autumn purple only green oak.
Autumn comforts:
Don't feel sorry for the summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!
*** (A. Pushkin)
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
Less often the sun shone
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields,
Noisy caravan geese
Stretched towards the south: approached
Quite a boring time;
It was November already at the yard ...
Autumn (V. Avdienko)
Autumn walks along the path
I wet my legs in the puddles.
It rains
And there is no gap.
The summer was lost somewhere.
Autumn is walking
Autumn wanders.
Wind from maple leaves
I dropped it.
A new rug under your feet
Yellow-pink -
Maple.
*** (A. Pleshcheev)
Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain is pouring down
Puddles by the porch
Stunted rowan
It gets wet under the window;
Looking at the village
A gray spot.
That you are early to visit
Autumn has come to us?
The heart also asks
Light and warmth!
*** (A.S. Pushkin)
It's a sad time! Charm of the eyes!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush wilting of nature,
The forests clad in crimson and gold,
There is noise and fresh breath in their canopy,
And the heavens are covered with a wavy mist,
And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
Autumn (A.N. Maikov)
Covers the golden leaf
Wet ground in the forest ...
I boldly trample with my foot
The beauty of the spring forest.
Cheeks burn from the cold:
Anyway in the forest I run,
Hear the branches crack
Rake the leaves with your foot!
I have no previous joys here!
The forest has taken away a secret from itself:
The last nut is plucked
The last flower is plucked;
The moss is not raised, not exploded
A pile of curly milk mushrooms;
Does not hang around the stump
Purple lingonberry tassels;
Long on the leaves lies
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Somehow looks cold
Clarity of transparent skies ...
Autumn (K. Balmont)
Lingonberry ripens,
The days got colder
And from the bird cry
The heart is only sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea,
All the trees shine
In a multi-colored headdress.
The sun laughs less often.
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And she will cry sleepily.
Autumn tales and stories.
I. S. Turgenev Autumn day in a birch grove(an excerpt from the story "Date" from the cycle "Notes of a Hunter"). Many stories in The Hunter's Notes also take place in the fall.
I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov Short stories about autumn: Autumn,Deciduous Fairy tale, Forest in autumn, Autumn in the forest, Hot summer flew by, Autumn in Chun.
N.G. Garin-MikhailovskyAutumn Prose Poem.
I. A. Bunin Antonov apples.
K. G. PaustovskyYellow light, PresentA story about autumnBadger nose, Farewell to summer, What rains are there(Excerpt from the story "Golden Rose"),My house, Native Nature Dictionary.
V. Sukhomlinsky I want to say my word.
K. D. Ushinsky Stories and Tales Autumn.
M. M. Prishvin Poetic miniatures about autumn.
N. I. Sladkov Autumn in the forest, Autumn on the doorstep, Forest hiding placesSeptember(Autumn on the doorstep, On the great path, Spider, Time, Birds, Belkin fly agaric, Winged shadow, Forgotten owl, Sly dandelion, Friends-comrades, Forest rustles),October(Sewing, Terrible invisibility,
Pheasant bouquet, Trees creak, Birdhouse mystery, Old acquaintance, Magpie train, Autumn Christmas tree, Stubborn chaffinch, Forest rustles, Magic shelf),November(Why is November piebald? Resort "Icicle", Porosha, Wagtail's letters, Desperate hare, Titmouse stock, Starlings have arrived, Forest rustles).
G. A. Skrebitsky Autumn(Story from the book "Four Artists").
G. Ya. Snegirev Blueberry jam.
V.G.Suteev Apple.
V. V. Bianchi
What then does my dormant mind not enter?
Derzhavin.
October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn cold has died - the road is freezing.
The stream is still running behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
Into the fields away with desire,
And they suffer from wild amusement,
And the barking of dogs awakens the sleeping oak groves.
Now is my time: I do not like spring;
The thaw is boring to me; stench, dirt - I'm sick in the spring;
Blood ferments; feelings, mind cramped by anguish.
I am more pleased with the harsh winter
I love her snow; in the presence of the moon
How easy running sleigh with a friend is fast and free,
When under sable, warm and fresh,
She shakes your hand, blazing and trembling!
How fun, having shod your feet with sharp iron,
Glide on the mirror of stagnant, even rivers!
And the winter holidays are brilliant alarms? ..
But one must know and honor; six months snow and snow,
After all, it is finally for the inhabitant of the den,
The bear will get bored. It's impossible for a whole century
We ride in a sleigh with the Young Armids
Or sour at the ovens behind double glass.
Oh, summer is red! I would love you
If it weren't for the heat, yes, dust, mosquitoes, and flies.
You, ruining all mental abilities,
You torment us; like fields we suffer from drought;
Just how to drink, but refresh yourself -
There is no other thought in us, and it's a pity for the old woman's winter,
And, having spent it with pancakes and wine,
We make her commemoration with ice cream and ice.
Days late autumn they usually scold
But she is sweet to me, dear reader,
With quiet beauty, shining with humility.
So unloved child in a dear family
It attracts me to itself. To tell you frankly,
Of the annual times, I'm glad only for her alone,
There is a lot of good in it; lover is not vain
I found something in her a wayward dream.
How can this be explained? I like her,
How likely you are a consumptive maiden
Sometimes I like it. Condemned to death
The poor thing bends down without murmur, without anger.
The smile on the lips of the faded is visible;
She does not hear the mouth of the grave abyss;
Another crimson color plays on the face.
She is still alive today, not tomorrow.
It's a sad time! enchantment of the eyes!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush wilting of nature,
Crimson and gold-clad forests,
There is noise and fresh breath in their canopy,
And the heavens are covered with a wavy mist,
And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
And every fall I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I again feel love for the habits of being:
Sleep flies in succession, hunger in succession finds;
Blood plays easily and joyfully in the heart,
Desires are boiling - I'm happy again, young,
I am full of life again - this is my body
(Please allow me to forgive unnecessary prose).
They lead a horse to me; in the open space,
Waving his mane, he carries a rider,
And loudly under his shining hoof
The frozen valley is ringing and the ice is cracking.
But the short day goes out, and in the forgotten fireside
The fire is burning again - then a bright light is pouring,
That smolders slowly - and I read in front of him
Or long thoughts in my soul I feed.
And I forget the world - and in sweet silence
I'm sweetly put to sleep by my imagination
And poetry awakens in me:
The soul is embarrassed by lyrical excitement,
Trembles and sounds, and seeks, as in a dream,
Finally pour out free manifestation -
And then an invisible swarm of guests comes to me,
Old acquaintances, the fruits of my dreams.
And the thoughts in my head are agitated in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask to pen, pen to paper,
A minute - and poetry will flow freely.
So the immovable ship slumbers in the still moisture,
But chu! - sailors suddenly rush, crawl
Up, down - and the sails are inflated, the wind is full;
The bulk moved and cut through the waves.
The famous poem "Autumn" (in a different version "October has already come ...") is known to everyone in our country. Perhaps not by heart, but a couple of lines are required. Or at least some phrases, especially those that have become winged. Yes, at least this one: “It's a sad time! Enchantment of the eyes! " Who else could say that? Of course, Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin! Autumn time - the charm of the eyes ... Look how subtly noticed ... What could inspire a person, even if he is very gifted, to write such a touching work? Just autumn? Or something more?
Family estate
In the fall of 1833 in Boldino, a village located not far from Nizhny Novgorod, arrives a famous person, the author of the most famous works to this day, Russian genius, literary reformer - A.S. Pushkin. Autumn time, enchanting eyes ... He loves this place, he worships the season, which gives him not only inspiration, but also physical strength. The estate visited by the famous poet is ancestral.
"Autumn"
The work "Autumn" is considered unfinished, consisting of 11 full eight lines and the beginning of the twelfth. In poetry, he describes his perception of the world during his stay in Boldino. Silence, the opportunity to forget, even to renounce the world, in order to give free rein to thoughts and dreams ... Only work - seething, selfless, all-consuming ...
This is exactly how the inspired felt himself.Autumn time - the enchantment of the eyes - captured the author, forcing bright colors words to paint every moment of withering the surrounding nature... The poet describes the way of life and way of the county estates, his own pastime.
He also talks about his attitude to the seasons, arguing in detail for one point of view or another. The author attributes enthusiastic words not only to autumn, but also to winter with its fun and beauty. Pushkin shares his feelings with readers in a simple form.
Autumn time, the charm of the eyes, so unloved by many, but conquered his heart, makes him feel the need to justify himself to others, proving and explaining his enthusiastic attitude, so strikingly different from the opinions of most other people.
First visit to Boldino
First time in Nizhny Novgorod region Pushkin found himself on the eve of his wedding. The author was stuck in Boldino for three months. The magnificent autumn time - the charm of the eyes, as Pushkin wrote - inspired him to fruitful work. During that period, a whole series of works, most famous to this day, came out from the pen of the Russian classic, including "The Tale of the Priest and His Worker Balda".
Second visit
The next time (in the fall of 1833) Pushkin deliberately goes to the village, he already perceives it not as a family estate, but as an office for creativity. He hurries there, despite the fact that a beautiful wife is waiting for him in St. Petersburg, and he has not been home for a very long time. Pushkin stayed in Boldino for only a month and a half, but during this time he presented the world with several fairy tales and more than one verse.
Autumn time! Enchantment of the eyes! .. Do you know how beautiful the Boldin autumn is? She cannot but conquer with her beauty.
P.S.
In the same period, Pushkin gave life and so famous essay like "The History of Pugachev". In Boldino, the author finished work on the work, rewriting it completely. The work on the cycle "Songs of the Western Slavs" was also started there. The writer must have not exaggerated when he wrote that it was in the fall that he felt a surge of inspiration:
"... And I forget the world - and in sweet silence
I'm sweetly put to sleep by my imagination
And poetry awakens in me ... "
“… It's a sad time! Charm of the eyes ... "(excerpt from the novel" Eugene Onegin ")
… It's a sad time! Charm of the eyes!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush wilting of nature,
Crimson and gold-clad forests,
There is noise and fresh breath in their canopy,
And the heavens are covered with a wavy mist,
And a rare sunbeam, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
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