Poems about Russia: review, description, list, authors and analysis

2024 Author: Leah Sherlock | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 05:25

What makes up the image of the Motherland for every person living in Russia? Probably from two components: firstly, the place where he lives, and, secondly, from its boundlessness, from its vast expanses. The second component is perceived naturally as breathing. Poems about Russia, written by the best poets, allow us to expand our understanding of the country, fully fitting into the mentality of a Russian person.

The sun of Russian poetry

It is impossible not to say at least a few words about A. S. Pushkin. If you open a volume of his works, you can choose poems about Russia, showing it from various angles. But one of the most remarkable, if we speak directly and impartially about the homeland, and at the same time calmly, without expression, ahhs and ohhs, is The Ruddy Critic (1830).

wind, so that the leaves fall into puddles. Not even dogsit is seen. Such desolation. "Where is beauty?" the author asks. And the eye sees only an endless plain, black soil soaked under the autumn rains. Yes, a pathetic little man who carries a children's coffin under his arm to sing it in church and quickly bury it. This is an honest poem about Russia that does not need special comments. It contains all the truth and pain hidden under irony. The author is only 31 years old, and he does not turn a blind eye to anything. The genius who appeared after Pushkin's death will also look openly and also honestly, but in a different way, write poems about Russia.

Let's talk about M. Lermontov

Leaving for the Caucasus, he bitterly says goodbye to the unwashed country, which, like A. Pushkin, is not washed with shampoos, the roads are full of impassable dirt. A disgusting country with slavish obedience that permeated Russian society from top to bottom. Nikolaev Russia is one of the most vile variants of the Byzantine Empire, where only a hint of the word of the emperor is the law. He gets only what he wants to hear. There is no question of any human dignity with the apparatus of officials who see everything and listen to everything and rush to race to convey.

The poet's poems about Russia are not limited to this. A few months later, in the Caucasus, he will look at her differently.

Surprise

Cold as a surgeon's scalpel, Lermontov's mind falls silent at the thought of the steppe lands, where grass has been silent for centuries, of the swaying of boundless forests, of the floods of huge rivers like the sea. And her glorystained with blood, its proud peace and cherished, dark traditions of deep antiquity do not echo in the soul of the poet. Something else is close and dear to him - a country road, and not on horseback, but in a simple cart in which you can lie down and look at the huge sky, gnaw at straws and wait for the lights in the sad windows of the villages.

What else is dear to a poet

What does Lermontov write next? Russia (the poem "Motherland") appears similar and unlike the Pushkin village, which was mentioned above. Can such a Russia, which the poet further describes, please a clean, well-intentioned burgher, who even has neat paths in the woods? Never! It is powerful, and wild, and incomprehensible. And this frightens foreigners. But let's continue the analysis of the poem. Russia, more precisely rural Russia, which Lermontov loves, is also represented by a haze of stubble, a convoy sleeping in the steppe, and a pair of white birches standing on a hill in the middle of a yellow field. He is happy to see a modest peasant we alth - a complete threshing floor. Even a poor hut with a thatched roof, but not alien to aesthetics (carved shutters on the window), evokes a response, joy in the soul.

And what foreigner will look at the festive dances with stomping and whistling on a cold dewy evening until midnight, at this wild fun that can frighten with its immeasurable strength? All this is close and dear to the truly Russian soul, which knows no limits in anything. The soul is as wide as the spaces that have nurtured it.

Aphorisms

The village of Tyutchev Ovstug was very conducive to falling in love with widehorizons, vast steppes, boundless fields and virgin forests of the Bryansk district. All this created the most poetic atmosphere, which the poet did not forget either in a foreign land or in St. Petersburg. This is how his eldest daughter Anna described him.

He was a man with a fiery, brilliant mind, boldly soaring in the realms of thought and especially imagination, but restless and unsteady in the field of religious beliefs and moral principles. With age, he began to express his thoughts more aphoristically, creating small masterpieces from quatrains.

Exceptional creation

As Schopenhauer said, "he who thinks clearly, he clearly states." This can be attributed to all the quoted masterpiece - "Russia cannot be understood with the mind" (Tyutchev). The poem is fully known to everyone, there is no doubt about it. It certainly goes hand in hand with both Pushkin's and Lermontov's understanding of the country. Lermontov, contrary to reason and mind, loved the Fatherland, and this quatrain says that the mind, when it comes to Russia, has nothing to do with it. She is absolutely special. Western European standards do not fit her. Russia is neither the West nor the East.

The path, as we have already seen, she will have her own, in breaks and upheavals. This was shown in the twentieth century. Three revolutions, even four, in one century, isn't that too much for one country? And now, when there has been another demolition, the collapse of the fantastic idea of building a new unprecedented world that excited the imagination, what remains to be done in an era of timelessness? Only believe. As Tyutchev said. It's truein the 17-30s, Russia cannot be understood with the mind (Tyutchev). The poem fully confirmed this. Then there was a spiritual upsurge on the basis of an absolutely non-life idea - building a society of universal equality. And how far did the poet want to look? Perhaps he is prophetic, but he was fond of mysticism, revolving tables, mediums, and foresaw something in his 63 years.

Silver Age Literature

At the end of the 19th century, the old forms of the poetic word broke down, and Bryusov stood at the origins of symbolism. Alexander Blok followed him and overtook him as a poet, thinker, and seer. The cycle "Motherland" was created for nine years. Blok came to him two years after the first Russian revolution. In the cycle, immediately after "On the Kulikovo field" is "Russia". It is probably no coincidence that after the words that the heart cannot live in peace, the previously written poem "Russia" is located, and before it is the call - "Pray!" How did Blok feel? “Russia” is a piercingly tender poem, although the poet says that he does not know how to feel sorry for his native side. However, his love and admiration for her is synonymous with pity. The first quatrain begins with the image of a road with loose ruts. But the beauty that people everywhere try to surround themselves with is revealed in painted knitting needles. And the gray huts of a poor country flash past, and the wind beloved by Blok sings Russian songs. And from this, tears come to the eyes, like the first tears of love (comparison), which painfully respond to the heart, and which cannot be kept. He was born here and therefore carefully carries his cross. And the cross is given to us according to our strength. That's what Blok felt. "Russia" - a poem up to someruthless degree, because the lyrical hero agrees that the Motherland would give its beauty to whomever it wants.

But the beauty is not simple - robbery. No deceiver can handle this. She'll just have one more thing to worry about. But there were few of them, worries, happened? The Motherland-woman is beautiful, but with her patterned scarf, pulled down to the very eyebrows, she hides her beauty for the time being.

This is an analysis of the poem "Russia". It is still the same as that of Lermontov - a field and a forest. And then on a long road, the impossible is possible (an oxymoron). Let him just glance from under the scarf. And let the coachman's cautious long songs sound. Russia will cope with all adversity and covetousness. How? Who knows. Russia cannot be understood with the mind. The poem fully agrees with Tyutchev's conclusions - one can only believe in Russia.

19th, 20th and 21st century political trends

These are three milestones in our history. When the feudal, then the capitalist ones broke down, and later they try to establish new legal and legal orders, but they, by the way, are based on Stolypin's proposals. That is, now nothing new has been invented, but at least they could be brought to life. But the most important thing that is missing in the country now is that there is no common inspiring idea that people would like to follow. Christianity in all countries is going through a period of extinction. And despite the fact that Catholics are now trying with little ardor to revive him, this is practically not successful. Orthodoxy, whichis trying to support the government of our country, also in deep crisis. Do our spiritual shepherds go to the people? Were they met speaking at rallies? Hardly ever. As a result, religious consciousness is not formed in people. And if this is so, then it is replaced by paganism.

They try to captivate us with the idea of eternal youth, advertising innovative remedies for wrinkles, joint diseases, create a cult of the body, paint ourselves like savages with tattoos. We are returning to the roots, but on a new turn of the spiral. A poet in Russia once meant a lot, a lot more. Perhaps someday a poem, Russian poets will fill the soul of a Russian person with a new look at familiar things.