Description of the elements of nature – “Thunderstorm. Spring thunderstorms in Russian literature Describe the beauty and brightness of a thunderstorm

March 08 2011

Have you ever been caught in the first spring rain? Find yourself in a field in the middle of a thunderstorm? Hear close rumbles of thunder and see flashing lightning in a stormy sky? These impressions remain for a long time - frightening and exciting at the same time, enchanting with the breath of spring that has come into its own. A spring thunderstorm is not at all like a thunderstorm in summer or autumn. This is a very special phenomenon. Once on the May holidays we went into nature. We settled down in a small country house and laid out food for a picnic. The adults started preparing, and my friends and I ran to explore the territory. It was a beautiful day. Spring was beginning to show itself in all its glory. All the trees were in bloom, and there was a unique aroma in the air. The spring sun, sometimes hidden by the oncoming clouds, pleased with its warmth. The birds chirped, rejoicing in the spring. Sometimes a fresh breeze would blow and then die down. And it seemed that everything around hid for a while with him, as if listening. And what next?.. Still, nature knows: spring weather is so changeable!

Captivated by the game and conversations, we did not notice how we had moved quite far from the house. And then everything changed... Clouds rolled in, everything around became dark. The sky turned from a welcoming blue to menacing and heavy. In the distance it seemed almost black. We turned back and hurried back to the house. Suddenly the sky was cut by lightning, and on the other side - another one. And, as if right above our heads, thunder struck. It rang out like a sudden shot, and, rolling across the fields, reluctantly died down somewhere over the horizon. Immediately, as if in response to him, another rumble came from somewhere far away. The rumbling sounds either grew in intensity, then died down, resumed again and went into the distance. It seemed that up there someone was having a heated argument. About what? Unknown. But it became somehow scary. For a moment everything was quiet. There was no thunder or wind noise. The leaves froze on the trees, waiting for something, and the voices of the birds fell silent.

A blade of grass moved, a small bird chirped somewhere. There was a whiff of wind in my face, but not the same warm and gentle smell. The air smelled of freshness and a slight chill... And then the rain began to pour - the first this spring, as if someone had knocked over a huge tub of water from the sky. There was nowhere to hide from the rain; the house was still far away. There was water all around, the rain was pouring down like a continuous wall. We ran almost at random, seeing nothing in front of us. Lightning still flashed in some places in the sky and echoes of thunder were heard, but far away. They became less and less frequent and weaker. And suddenly everything stopped, just as suddenly as it began.

The sky quickly cleared and the sun came out again. The birds called to each other again, flying from branch to branch. And anyone who appeared here just now would be very surprised to see endless streams of water running along the road. And us, soaked to the skin, as if we had swum in the river with our clothes on. Our parents greeted us with angry faces, but then changed their anger to mercy. We were changed and seated at the table. And this May thunderstorm is a thing of the past. But I am sure that the memories of her will last for a long time!

Yesterday morning was quiet, warm and cloudless. On such days, you especially don’t want to go to school, because when you sit by the window, it is impossible to listen to the teacher’s explanations. The screams of kids on the street, the singing of birds in the trees, the proximity do not allow you to concentrate on lessons - I would take it and jump right out the window onto the green grass, into the lilac bushes.

However, the sunny weather lasted only until the start of the third lesson. Quickly, quickly, as if someone was pushing them from behind, gloomy gray clouds came running, thunder rumbled in the distance. Suddenly it got so dark that the lights in the classroom had to be turned on. We became quiet, even the most restless guys stopped talking. And so, when there was a moment of “dead” silence in the class, a clap of thunder was heard right outside the window and lightning flashed. The blow was so strong that my ears began to ring, and many of our girls screamed. A few seconds later it began to rain so much that the neighboring house became difficult to distinguish. told us to quickly close the windows. One could see seething streams of dirty water rushing along the roads, washing away debris and dust from the asphalt. Many pedestrians were wading through puddles. None of them took an umbrella, but it would still have been weak protection from such a downpour.

Suddenly everything became quiet. The rain stopped, and in a few minutes the clouds spread out. The gentle sun looked through the window: don’t be afraid, the storm is over!

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The thunderstorm is roaring, the clouds are smoking
Over the dark abyss of the sea,
And they whip with boiling foam
Crowding, waves among themselves.
The serpent's sad lightning,

A frowning cloud is moving,
Covering half the sky in the distance,
Moving, huge and viscous,

"The Wrath of Zeus"

"The storm was short-lived..."

A thunderstorm always has a fascinating, hypnotic effect on a person. The violence of the elements is riveting. Remember Lermontovskoe?

The thunderstorm is roaring, the clouds are smoking
Over the dark abyss of the sea,
And they whip with boiling foam
Crowding, waves among themselves.
A fiery ribbon curls around the rocks
The serpent's sad lightning,
An elemental alarming swarm is restless...

And here is how N. Zabolotsky described the approach of a thunderstorm:

A frowning cloud is moving,
Covering half the sky in the distance,
Moving, huge and viscous,
With a lantern in a raised hand.

A terrible and majestic spectacle!

"Quickly and forcefully, a dark cloud approached from behind the horizon and somehow at once covered the sky. It tightly imprisoned the bright sun in its prison. It became gloomy. For a moment everything was quiet, but only for a moment. As if having come to its senses, a sharp cold wind blew and raised angry black waves on the river. Dazzling lightning tore through the sky. And immediately, sharply and frighteningly, thunder roared.

This is a description of a thunderstorm by V. Kolesnikov.

The statements of the participants in our project are also interesting.

Look what an interesting joint story we have!

“Suddenly, peals of thunder and flashes of lightning began to be heard. I am very afraid of thunderstorms and therefore I try to distract myself. And the giant thunderclouds thickened and the lightning flashed more often.”

"The Wrath of Zeus"

"It was scary, but very fascinating"

"Lightning, accompanied by thunder, had a fairly large diameter. Near the surface of the earth, the flows increased in diameter."

"The storm was short-lived..."

"...gave me a storm of positive emotions"

"It was very beautiful and unforgettable!!!"

This is the poetic image of the first May thunderstorm. But the participants have an explanation for this:

"Judging by the duration of about 30 minutes and the volume of 10-20 km, we can say that this is a Single Cell Cloud" became the source of our creative inspiration.

Thanks to all project participants!

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How did creative people perceive the thunderstorm? These are extraordinary people and, most likely, they perceived the thunderstorm especially...they tried to understand how the human soul interacts with the vast world, how various natural phenomena are experienced together with the author, his hero (or heroes); why does a writer, talking about one phenomenon, talk about life in general, first of all about a person, about his fears and hopes, about renewal of the soul: -

Target my research work is to identify the features of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetic work of F. I. Tyutchev, analyzing the poems “Spring Thunderstorm”, “How cheerful is the roar of summer storms”, “Reluctantly and timidly...”, comparing them with the poem by M. Yu. Lermontov “The Thunderstorm” ", story by I.S. Turgenev “Biryuk”, V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm”.

Object of study: painting by K. Makovsky

“Children running from a thunderstorm”, poem by M. Yu. Lermontov “Thunderstorm”, V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm”, poems by F. I. Tyutchev “Spring Thunderstorm”, “Reluctantly and timidly...”, “How cheerful is the roar of summer storms” ).

Tasks:

Analyze F.I. Tyutchev’s poems about spring nature

Find the distinctive features of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetry of Tyutchev, Lermontov, and the story of I.S. Turgenev.

Identify the main means of artistic expression to reveal the image under study;

Find out what significance the image of a thunderstorm has for poets and prose writers.

Subject of study: the poetic image of a thunderstorm in the lyrics of F. Tyutchev, the poem by M.Yu. Lermontov “The Thunderstorm”, the story by I.S. Turgenev “Biryuk”.

Material for research: lyrical collections by F. Tyutchev, I.S. Turgenev’s collection “Notes of a Hunter,” as well as research works indicated in the list of used literature.

Hypothesis: The image of a thunderstorm in the poetry of F. I. Tyutchev and M. Yu. Lermntov and in the prose of I. S. Turgenev and V. Nabokov.

The following methods were used in the work: observation, comparison, analysis, comparison.

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Features of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetry of F.I. Tyutchev

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Scientific supervisor: Krasnobaeva Valentina Mikhailovna,

Teacher of Russian language and literature

Municipal educational institution

"Secondary school No. 9 of Nadym"

Nadym-2011

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Target my research work is to identify the features of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetic work of F. I. Tyutchev, analyzing the poems “Spring Thunderstorm”, “How cheerful is the roar of summer storms”, “Reluctantly and timidly...”, comparing them with the poem by M. Yu. Lermontov “The Thunderstorm” ", story by I.S. Turgenev “Biryuk”, V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm”.

Object of study:painting by K. Makovsky

Tasks:

Find the distinctive features of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetry of Tyutchev, Lermontov, and the story of I.S. Turgenev.

Subject of study:the poetic image of a thunderstorm in the lyrics of F. Tyutchev, the poem by M.Yu. Lermontov “The Thunderstorm”, the story by I.S. Turgenev “Biryuk”.

Material for research: lyrical collections by F. Tyutchev, I.S. Turgenev’s collection “Notes of a Hunter,” as well as research works indicated in the list of used literature.

Hypothesis:

The following methods were used in the work: observation, comparison, analysis, comparison.

Introduction

Thunderstorm, roar, thunder, horror, fear, fright - words are similar in meaning, but each person perceives them differently. Someone is frightened by the word thunder, someone, having heard this word, experiences an extraordinary feeling. Thunderstorm... someone runs with pleasure outside, stands in the rain, listens to this sound, roar. And someone rushes home in fear, closing the door tightly behind them.

But how interesting did creative people, poets for example, perceive the thunderstorm? These are extraordinary people and, most likely, they perceived the thunderstorm especially...they tried to understand how the human soul interacts with the vast world, how various natural phenomena are experienced together with the author, his hero (or heroes); why does a writer, when talking about one phenomenon, talk about life as a whole, first of all about a person, about his fears and hopes, about the renewal of the soul.

Object of study: poem by M. Yu. Lermontov “The Thunderstorm”, story by V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm”, story by I. Turgenev “Biryuk”, poems by F. I. Tyutchev “Spring Thunderstorm”, “Reluctantly and timidly...”, “How cheerful is the roar of summer storms..."

Tasks:

Analyze F.I. Tyutchev’s poems about spring nature
Find the distinctive features of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetry of Tyutchev, Lermontov, the story of I.S. Turgenev and the story of Nabokov
Identify the main means of artistic expression to reveal the image under study;
Find out what significance the image of a thunderstorm has for poets and prose writers.

Subject of study: the poetic image of a thunderstorm in the lyrics of F. Tyutchev, the poem by M.Yu. Lermontov “The Thunderstorm”, the story by I.S. Turgenev “Biryuk”, the story by V. Nabokov “The Thunderstorm”.

Material for research: lyrical collections by F. Tyutchev, the collection by I.S. Turgenev “Notes of a Hunter”, as well as research works indicated in the list of used literature.

Hypothesis: The image of a thunderstorm in the poetry of F. I. Tyutchev and M. Yu. Lermntov and in the prose of I. S. Turgenev and V. Nabokov.

No, my passion for you
I can’t hide it, Mother Earth!
F.I.Tyutchev

Thunderstorm and lightning

What do we often associate the word “thunderstorm” with? I asked this question to my parents and classmates. Their answers included the following words: this is thunder, lightning, fear, a natural phenomenon, sometimes with dire consequences.

I decided to turn to Dahl’s explanatory dictionary and find out what meaning it has

the word "thunderstorm". Thunderstorm - thunder and lightning, as well as danger, misfortune, disaster.

In scientific literature, a thunderstorm is an atmospheric phenomenon in which electrical discharges—lightning—accompanied by thunder occur inside clouds or between a cloud and the earth’s surface. Typically, a thunderstorm forms in powerful cumulonimbus clouds and is associated with heavy rain, hail and strong winds.

Thunderstorms are one of the most dangerous natural phenomena for humans; in terms of the number of registered deaths, only floods lead to greater human losses.

The image of a thunderstorm appears repeatedly in the works of various

poets and writers who lived at different times. We find the most vivid description of a thunderstorm in the works of M. Yu Lermontov, V. V. Nabokov, A. P. Chekhov, I. S. Turgenev, F. I. Tyutchev.

After carefully reading “Notes of a Hunter” by Turgenev, the story “The Thunderstorm” by Nabokov, and poems by Lermontov, I came to the conclusion that everyone’s understanding of a thunderstorm is different.

It depends on imagination, observation, and the writer’s inner world.

One of the most remarkable phenomena of Russian poetry is Tyutchev’s poems about the captivating Russian nature. Nature in his poems is always spiritual:
Not what you think, nature -
Not a cast, not a soulless face.
She has a soul, she has freedom,
It has love, it has language.
The poet strives to understand and capture the “soul” of nature, its life in all its manifestations. With amazing artistic observation and love, humanizing the life of nature, Tyutchev created unforgettable poetic pictures of the initial autumn, spring thunderstorm, summer evening, morning in the mountains. A wonderful image of such a deep, soulful image of the natural world can be a description of a summer storm:

How cheerful is the roar of the devil's storms,
When, throwing up the flying dust,
A thunderstorm that has swept in like a cloud,
Confuses the blue sky.
And recklessly and thoughtlessly
Suddenly he runs into the oak grove,
And the whole oak grove will tremble
Broad leaves and noisy...
Everything in nature seems alive to the poet, full of deep meaning, everything speaks to him “in a language understandable to the heart.”
Since childhood, the amazing poetry of Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev, mesmerizing with the purity of feeling, clarity and beauty of images, has entered our lives.
Since childhood, the poems of Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev have been with us. I couldn’t read yet, but I already knew by heart:
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbling in the blue sky.
In Russia, everyone - young and old - knows this poem. The lines of the poem “Spring Thunderstorm”, its images and its sound merged for me with the image and sound of the spring thunderstorm and became its expression. It has long become the most capacious and poetically accurate expression of a thunderstorm over a field, forest, garden, over the green expanses of the beginning spring in Russia.

I came to the conclusion that Tyutchev’s worldview is joyful, and the main feature in the poet’s depiction of a thunderstorm is cultural commentary.

Indeed, thunder is not terrible: this thunderstorm is like a rehearsal for raging summer thunderstorms. And so the thunder thunders, as if “frolicking and playing.” After the “young peals,” “the rain began to splash.” It wasn’t a downpour, it wasn’t a torrent that came down, it was just “the rain splashing”, “the dust was flying.” The whole picture is amazingly transparent and light.

Thunder doesn't rumblein a gloomy, gloomy sky covered with clouds, it “rumbles in the blue sky.” Thunder here does not frighten, but pleases; its peals are not thunderous, not frightening with their gloom and inner strength, but “young,” liberated, promising. This is a holiday of blue and sun. And the first word of the poem is the strongest, most affectionate, enveloping the soul with hope and faith, the most intimate and desired - “I love.” “I love thunderstorms” and the clarifying one – “at the beginning of May” – does not sound calendar, but unintentionally festive, inviting, promising, green, light, young.”
The poem “Spring Thunderstorm” is rightly called a classic. It has stood the most difficult test of time and remains a living work of Russian poetry.

Positively and negatively colored words

Indeed, Tyutchev has an unusual thunderstorm. After all, in other works the story about a thunderstorm began with clouds swelling with rain, from a low sky, we had a feeling of fear and horror. Here everything is different. Lines that prove lightness and joy in the description of a thunderstorm (Frolic and playing, in the blue sky, young peals, rain splashed:)

In the poem “Reluctantly and timidly,” F. I. Tyutchev depicts the gradual approach of a thunderstorm with the help of personification: the sun “looks,” the earth “frowns.” Then the poet lists the phenomena that he sees and feels: gusts of warm wind, thunder, beginning rain. With this precise enumeration, the author conveys changes in nature. The description matches how a thunderstorm approaches in nature.

The image of a thunderstorm by F.I. Tyutchev is very original and unlike the image of a thunderstorm, captured e featured in the works of M. Yu Lermontov, V. Nabokov, I. S. Turgenev, because the lyrical hero F. I. Tyutchev perceives this natural phenomenon as positive.

In order to understand what this difference is, I made a comparative analysis of these works. In the selected texts, I identified positively colored and negatively colored words.

Title of the work	Positively colored words	Negative words
M. Yu. Lermontov “Thunderstorm”		Roars, dark abyss, lashes, alarming lightning snake, alarming swarm
V. Nabokov “The Thunderstorm”		Dim darkness, stuffy haze, distant thunder, Thunderer, gray-haired giant, thunderstorm fire
F. I. Tyutchev "Spring Storm"	I love, frolicking and playing, young peals, rain, rain pearls, the sun gilds the threads, the agile stream echoes cheerfully
F. I. Tyutchev "Reluctantly and timidly"	Sun (key word, occurs 2 times - at the beginning and at the end of the poem), warm gusts of wind, greener, sun, radiance	Reluctantly, frowning, cloud, dust flying like a whirlwind, peals of anger
“How joyful is the roar of summer storms”	Vesel (key word, it sets the tone for the entire poem)	A rushing cloud, confusing, recklessly, madly, anxiously murmur, sudden alarm
I. S. Turgenev "Biryuk"		They stirred and babbled anxiously, stuffy heat, damp cold;a strong wind blew,

In Lermontov, Nabokov, Turgenev we can note a traditionally negative perception of thunderstorms.

Tyutchev in his poems expresses delight and admiration for the thunderstorm. “Tyutchev’s thunderstorm is presented in all reality, sensory - visual and auditory - immediacy, and yet it is not only an image of a thunderstorm. This is at the same time an image of youth, the spring of life, excitement, renewal, vigor of the creative spirit, an illuminated, new world... To each person in each of the springs of his life, this poem will say this each time something new and in a new way, absorbing into itself, into the text given by Tyutchev, the entire biographical and the psychological completeness of this person’s perception.”

And, on the contrary, in Nabokov’s story “The Thunderstorm” the hero seesa wild, pale shine flew across the sky, like the quick reflection of gigantic knitting needles. Roar after roar broke the sky.

The narrator feels uncomfortable during a thunderstorm:“I couldn’t see a thing,” “somehow took refuge in a tall bush,” “hunched over: patiently awaiting the end of the bad weather.”

(I read the lines of the first landscape sketch:“A thunderstorm was approaching. Ahead, a huge purple cloud slowly rose from behind the forest; long gray clouds rushed above me and towards me; the willows moved and babbled anxiously. The stuffy heat suddenly gave way to damp cold; the shadows quickly thickened:". (I.I. Shishkin. Before the thunderstorm. 1884)

“A strong wind suddenly began to roar above, the trees began to storm, large drops of rain began to knock sharply, splashed on the leaves, lightning flashed, and a thunderstorm broke out. The rain poured down in streams".

Let's look at how these descriptions differ. In the first part, adjectives and epithets predominate. There is a color scheme (color words), the sizes of objects are outlined. They add color and brightness. At the moment before a thunderstorm, nature looks relatively calm, brighter, all the colors are bright.

In the second part of the description of paints, colors have disappeared, the main place is occupied by verbs that convey movement, the dynamism of this phenomenon. The thunderstorm is depicted as terrible and majestic: the author repeats the word several times"suddenly" , emphasizing that this is an element beyond the control and incomprehensible of man.

Description after a thunderstorm: ("The rain stopped. In the distance, heavy clouds were still crowded, long lightning flashed from time to time; but above our heads we could already see the dark blue sky in some places, stars twinkled through the liquid, quickly flying clouds. Outlines of trees, sprinkled with rain and agitated by the wind , began to emerge from the darkness).

What role does the symbolic image of a thunderstorm play?

Firstly, a “thunderstorm” will occur in the forester’s house. Secondly, Biryuk is the thunderstorm of the forest.

Thirdly, he himself looks like a thundercloud. If the narrator feels uncomfortable, then the main character, on the contrary, feels in his element: “like a ghost,” with a flash of lightning, a tall, thunderous figure of a forester appears, his figure “as if it had grown out of the ground,” out of the darkness. Despite the intensifying thunderstorm(“white lightning illuminated him from head to toe”, “the rain poured down with redoubled force”), he is calm. He is so strong that he can easily"pulled away"a frightened horse, which, unlike this mighty man,"splashed through the mud, slid, stumbled", and even at the end of this difficult path through the storm forest he remains calm. Apparently, a thunderstorm is not scary for the hero; he himself is similar to it.

We can conclude that Turgeneva person is close to nature, he is, as it were, a component of it.

Colors of thunder. Color painting in poetry

One of the ways poetry influences us, readers, iscolor painting I was able to determine what colors M. Yu. Lermontov, M. A. Sholokhov, M. A. Bulgakov, F. I. Tyutchev, I. S. Turgenev use when describing a thunderstorm.

Title of the work	Words denoting color
M. Yu. Lermontov “Thunderstorm”	Fire ribbon
V. Nabokov “The Thunderstorm”	Dark purple sky, pale shine, gray-haired giant, turned pale
	(In the sky) blue, (the sun) turns golden
	Greener (fields), greener (in the rain), blue (lightning stream), (flame) white, radiance
	(Heavenly) azure, yellow (leaf)
I. S. Turgenev “Biryuk”	Purple (cloud), long gray (clouds), dark (shadows), cloudy (veil)

Conclusion. When describing a thunderstorm, poets and writers turn to color painting. At the same time, M. Yu Lermontov, V. V. Nabokov, I. S. Turgenev invariably use a dark, black color.

F.I. Tyutchev avoids this color. His poems describing a thunderstorm have a green-blue palette. In addition, in the poems there are words denoting light, radiance.

Sounds of thunder. Sound recording in poetry.

Alliteration and assonance help us understand the subtlest shades of various aspects of life and help us hear the sounds of nature.

I was so interested in this work, and I decided to count how often words denoting various sounds appear in Tyutchev’s poems.

Title of the work	Words denoting sound
M. Yu. Lermontov “Thunderstorm”	Roars (1 word)
V. Nabokov “The Thunderstorm”	Distant thunder; Roar after roar broke the sky, the thunderer (4 words)
F. I. Tyutchev “Spring Thunderstorm”	Rumbles as if frolicking and playing, young peals thunder, the noise of birds, the noise of the mountains, echoes merrily (5 words)
F. I. Tyutchev “Reluctantly and timidly”	It thundered, distant thunder, thunderclaps (3 words)
F. I. Tyutchev “How cheerful is the roar of summer storms”	The roar is cheerful, they tremble noisily, they murmur alarminglyconferring, silently a bird whistle is heard (7 words)
I. S. Turgenev "Biryuk"	Raged they knocked spanked, burst out (4 words)

Conclusion . In F. I. Tyutchev’s poems dedicated to thunderstorms, words denoting various sounds are often found. Moreover, very often these words are accompanied by positively colored words. Tyutchev’s thunderstorm is often accompanied by “bird noise”, “mountain noise”, which enhances our positive perception of the thunderstorm.

So what features of the thunderstorm did I note from F.I. Tyutchev?

The image of the thunderstorm is original. Nature is always young.

His poems describing a thunderstorm have a green-blue palette. In addition, in the poems there are words denoting light, radiance.
Words denoting various thunderstorm sounds are accompanied by positively colored words
F.I. Tyutchev’s worldview is joyful. Tyutchev's lyrical hero perceives a thunderstorm as a natural phenomenon positively.
The lyrics are more voiced and set in motion.
Tyutchev's poem conveys delight and admiration for the thunderstorm.

Reading Tyutchev’s Poems, you feel spring, when you yourself don’t know why everything is fun and light in your soul... when you admire the grass that has barely appeared, and the tree that has just blossomed… For him, nature is the same animated, “reasonable” being as man: “It has a soul, it has freedom, it has love, it has language...”

Conclusion

I completed all the tasks I set, that is: I found out how we represent a thunderstorm. She determined how poets F.I. Tyutchev, M.Yu. Lermontov and writers V.Nabokov and I.S. Turgenev convey to readers the image of a thunderstorm: positively, negatively. How exactly color and sound writing are expressed in the poetry of F. I. Tyutchev, M. Yu. Lermontov, M. A. Sholokhov and M. A. Bulgakov.

I tried to express my attitude to the problem under consideration in the form syncwine:

Storm
First, spring
It thunders, it approaches, it frightens
I love the storm in early May
Freshness.

Yes, we depend on nature. But it also depends on us. If there were no man, if there were no art created by man - an amazing mirror in which she, nature, is reflected, then she would not recognize herself, would not understand how beautiful she is.

7. List of references used

2. Dal V.I.

Explanatory dictionary of the living Great Russian language.

In four volumes.

T.1. – M.: Publishing house “Russian language”, 1999.

3. Lermontov M.Yu.

Essay in two volumes. – M.: Pravda, 1990.

4. Tyutchev F.I.

Poems. – M.: Artist. lit., 1990.

Appendix I

Texts under study

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Roar yo there is a thunderstorm, the clouds are smoking

Above you me by the abyss of the sea,

And they whip with boiling foam,

Crowding, waves among themselves.

Around the rocks there is a fiery ribbon that's right

The serpent's sad lightning,

The elemental alarming swarm is restless -

And here I stand motionless.

(M. Yu. Lermontov)

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On the corner, under a tent of flowering linden trees, a riotous fragrance washed over me. Foggy masses rose across the night sky, and when the last starlight was absorbed, the blind wind, covering its face with its sleeves, swept low along the empty street. IN

in the dim darkness, above the iron shutter of the barber shop, a hanging shield, a golden dish, swung like a pendulum.

Returning home, I found the wind already in the room: it slammed the window frame and hastily passed away when I closed the door behind me. Below, under the window, there was a deep courtyard, where during the day, through the lilac bushes, shirts, crucified on light

ropes, and from where sometimes the voices of junk dealers, buyers of empty bottles, flew up, sad barking, - no, no, - the crippled violin bursts into tears; and one day a plump, fair-haired woman came, stood in the middle of the yard, and sang so well that the maids hung out of all the windows, bent their bare necks, - and

then, when the woman finished singing, it became unusually quiet - only the unkempt widow from whom I rented a room was sobbing and blowing her nose in the corridor.

And now, down there, a stuffy darkness swelled, - but then the blind wind, which helplessly slid into the depths, stretched upward again - and suddenly - it began to see, soared, and in the amber gaps in the black wall opposite, the shadows of “hands, hair, caught flying frames,

The windows were loudly and firmly locked. The windows went out. And immediately in the dark purple sky it started moving, a dull pile rolled, distant thunder. And it became quiet, as when the beggar fell silent, pressing her hands to her full chest.

In this silence I fell asleep, weakened by happiness, which I cannot write about, and my sleep was full of you.

I woke up because the night was falling apart. A wild, pale shine flew across the sky, like the quick reflection of gigantic knitting needles.

Roar after roar broke the sky. The rain fell widely and noisily.

I was intoxicated by these bluish shudders, the light and sharp cold. I stood at the wet windowsill, inhaling the unearthly air, which made my heart ring like glass.

The prophet's chariot thundered ever closer and more magnificently through the clouds. The night world and the iron slopes of the roofs were illuminated with the light of madness and piercing visions. running bushes spray. The Thunderer, a gray-haired giant, with a stormy beard thrown over his shoulder by the wind, in a dazzling, flying vestment, stood leaning

back, on a fiery chariot and with tense hands he held back his giant horses: - black color, manes - violet fire. They took off, they splashed with crackling sparkling foam, the chariot tilted, the confused prophet vainly tore at the reins. His face was distorted by the wind and tension, the whirlwind, throwing back the folds,

exposed his mighty knee, - and the horses, flapping their flaming manes, flew - more and more violently - down through the clouds, down. So in a thunderous whisper they rushed acrossshining roof, the chariot shied, Ilya staggered - and the horses, maddened by the touch of earthly metal, stood up again. The prophet was overthrown. One wheel

knocked off. I saw from my window how a huge fiery rim rolled down the roof and, swaying on the edge, jumped into the darkness. And the horses, dragging behind them the overturned, leaping chariot, were already flying through the highest clouds, the roar died away, and now the thunderous fire disappeared into the purple abysses.

The Thunderer, who had fallen on the roof, stood up heavily, his molds began to slide; he kicked through the dormer window, gasped, and with a wide movement of his hand held on to the pipe. Slowly turning his darkened face. he was looking for something with his eyes—surely the wheel,

jumped off the golden axis. Then he looked up, clutching his disheveled beard with his fingers, shook his head angrily - this was probably not the first time - and, limping, began to carefully descend.

Looking up from the window, in a hurry and worrying, I threw on my robe and ran down the steep stairs straight into the courtyard. The storm had passed, but it was still raining. The East turned wonderfully pale.

The courtyard, which seemed filled with thick darkness from above, was in fact full of thin melting fog. In the middle, on a lawn dim from dampness, stood a stooped, skinny old man in a wet robe and muttered something, looking around. Noticing me, he blinked angrily:

Are you Elisha?

I bowed. The Prophet clicked his tongue, rubbing his dark bald head with his palm: “I lost the wheel.” Find it.

Rain stopped. Huge clouds blazed above the roofs. All around, in the bluish, sleepy air, bushes, a fence, and a shiny dog kennel floated. We fumbled around in the corners for a long time - the old man groaned, picked up the heavy hem, and slapped his blunt sandals on

puddles, and a light drop hung from the tip of a large bony nose. Moving aside a low lilac branch, I noticed on a pile of rubbish, among broken glass, a thin iron wheel - apparently from a baby carriage. The old man breathed hotly right next to my ear and hastily, even rudely pushing me away, grabbed and lifted the rusty circle. He winked at me happily:

This is where it went...

Then he stared at me, knitting his gray eyebrows, and, as if remembering something, said impressively:

Turn away, Elisha.

I obeyed. I even closed my eyes. I stood like that for a minute, and couldn’t stand it any longer...

Empty yard. Only an old shaggy dog with a gray muzzle stretched out of the kennel and, like a man, looked up with frightened brown eyes. I raised my head. Ilya climbed up the roof, and the iron rim gleamed behind him. Above the black chimneys stood a glowing cloud like an orange curly mountain, followed by a second, a third. We watched, together with the silent dog, as the prophet, having risen to the ridge of the roof, calmly and leisurely moved onto the cloud and began to climb upward, heavily

walking on the loose fire.

The sun shot into his wheel, and it immediately became golden, huge - and Ilya himself now seemed clothed in flame, merging with that heavenly cloud along which he walked higher and higher until he disappeared into a burning gorge of air.

Only then did the decrepit dog burst into a hoarse morning bark, and ripples poured across the bright surface of the rain puddle; the crimson geraniums on the balconies swayed from a light wind, two or three windows woke up - and in wet checkered shoes, in a faded robe, I

ran out into the street and, catching up with the first, sleepy tram, covering the floors as he ran, he kept laughing, imagining how I would come to you now and tell you about the night air crash, about the old, angry prophet who fell into my yard.

(V. Nabokov “The Thunderstorm”)

* * * * * *

I love the storm in early May,

When spring, the first thunder,

As if frolicking and playing,

Rumbling in the blue sky.

Young peals thunder,

The rain is splashing, the dust is flying,

Rain pearls hung,

And the sun gilds the threads.

A swift stream runs down the mountain,

The noise of birds never stops in the forest,

And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -

Everything echoes the joy and thunder.

You say, flighty Hebe,

Feeding Zeus's eagle,

A thunderous goblet from the sky,

Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.

(F. I. Tyutchev “Spring Thunderstorm”)

* * * * * *

Reluctantly and timidly

The sun looks over the fields.

Chu, it thundered behind the cloud,

The earth frowned.

Warm gusts of wind,

Distant thunder and rain at times.

Green fields

Greener under the storm.

Here I broke through from behind the clouds

Blue lightning jet -

The flame is white and volatile

He bordered its edges.

More often than raindrops,

Dust flies like a whirlwind from the fields,

And thunderclaps

Getting angrier and bolder.

The sun looked again

From under your brows to the fields,

And drowned in the radiance

The whole earth is in turmoil.

(F.I. Tyutchev)

* * * * * *

How cheerful is the roar of summer storms,

When, throwing up the flying dust,

A thunderstorm that has swept in like a cloud,

Will confuse the blue sky

And recklessly - insanely

Suddenly he runs into the oak grove,

And the whole oak grove will tremble

Broad leaves and noisy! ..

As if under an invisible heel.

Forest giants bend;

Their peaks grumble anxiously,

Like conferring with each other, -

And through sudden anxiety

The bird whistle is continuously heard,

And here and there the first yellow leaf,

Spinning, it flies onto the road.

(F.I. Tyutchev

* * * * * *

“A thunderstorm was approaching. Ahead, a huge purple cloud slowly rose from behind the forest; long gray clouds rushed above me and towards me; the willows moved and babbled anxiously. The stuffy heat suddenly gave way to damp cold; the shadows quickly thickened:.” “A strong wind suddenly began to roar in the heights, the trees began to storm, large drops of rain began to knock sharply, splashed on the leaves, lightning flashed, and a thunderstorm broke out. The rain poured down in streams.”

Completed by: Galimzyanova Aliya, 7th grade student Supervisor: Krasnobaeva V. M. Features of the image of a thunderstorm in the lyrics of F. I. Tyutchev

Goal: to identify the peculiarities of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetic work of F. I. Tyutchev, having analyzed the poems “Spring Thunderstorm”, “How cheerful is the roar of summer storms”, “Reluctantly and timidly...”, comparing them with the poem by M. Yu. Lermontov “The Thunderstorm”, the story I. S. Turgenev “Biryuk”, V. V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm”.

Objectives: Analyze F.I. Tyutchev’s poems about spring nature; Find the distinctive features of the image of a thunderstorm in the poetry of Tyutchev, Lermontov, the story of I.S. Turgenev and the story of Nabokov; Identify the main means of artistic expression for revealing the image under study; Find out what significance the image of a thunderstorm has for poets and prose writers.

No, I can’t hide my passion for you, Mother Earth! F.I.Tyutchev

Thunderstorm, thunder and lightning I love a thunderstorm at the beginning of May, When the first thunder of spring, As if I were frolicking and playing, Rumbling in the blue sky... (F. I. Tyutchev “Spring Thunderstorm”)

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Positively and negatively colored words Title of the work Words denoting color M. Yu. Lermontov “Thunderstorm” Fiery ribbon V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm” Dark purple sky, pale shine, gray-haired giant, pale F. I. Tyutchev “Spring thunderstorm” (In the sky ) blue, (the sun) gilds F. I. Tyutchev “Reluctantly and timidly” Greener (fields), greener (in the rain), blue (lightning stream), (flame) white, radiance “How joyful is the roar of summer storms” (Heavenly) azure, yellow (leaf) I. S. Turgenev “Biryuk” lilac (cloud), long gray (clouds), dark (shadows), cloudy (veil)

(I.I. Shishkin. Before the thunderstorm. 1884)

Colors of thunder. Color painting Title of the work Words denoting color M. Yu. Lermontov “Thunderstorm” Fiery ribbon V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm” Dark purple sky, pale shine, gray-haired giant, pale F. I. Tyutchev “Spring thunderstorm” (In the sky) blue, ( the sun) gilds F. I. Tyutchev “Reluctantly and timidly” Greener (fields), greener (in the rain), blue (lightning stream), (flame) white, radiance “How cheerful is the roar of summer storms” (Heavenly) azure, yellow ( leaf) I. S. Turgenev “Biryuk” purple (cloud), long gray (clouds), dark (shadows), cloudy (veil)

Sounds of thunder Sound design in poetry Title of the poem Examples of alliteration “Spring thunderstorm” The sounds G, R help to hear the sounds of thunder “Reluctantly and timidly” With the help of the sound S in the first and last quatrains, the author conveys the radiance of the sun “How joyful is the roar of summer storms” Thanks to the sounds R, We hear thunderclaps. The sound Ш conveys the noise of an oak forest

Title of the work Words denoting sound M. Yu. Lermontov “Thunderstorm” Roars (1 word) V. Nabokov “Thunderstorm” Distant thunder; Roar after roar broke the sky, the thunderer (4 words) F. I. Tyutchev “Spring Thunderstorm” Rumbles, as if frolicking and playing, young peals thunder, bird noise, mountain noise, echoes cheerfully (5 words) F. I. Tyutchev “ Reluctantly and timidly" Thundered, distant thunder, thunderclaps (3 words) "How cheerful is the roar of summer storms" The roar is cheerful, trembles noisily, they murmur anxiously, as if conferring, a bird whistle is continuously heard (7 words) I. S. Turgenev "Biryuk "They raged, they knocked, they slapped, they burst out (4 words)

I tried to express my attitude to the problem under consideration in the form of a syncwine: The first thunderstorm, spring Thundering, approaching, frightening I love the thunderstorm in early May Freshness.

Thank you for your attention!

Spring has come into its own. A spring thunderstorm is completely different from a thunderstorm in summer or autumn. This is a very special phenomenon. Once on the May holidays we went into nature. We settled down in a small country house and laid out food for a picnic. The adults started preparing, and my friends and I ran to explore the territory. It was a beautiful day. Spring was beginning to show itself in all its glory. All the trees were in bloom, and there was a unique aroma in the air. The spring sun, sometimes hidden by the oncoming clouds, pleased with its warmth. The birds chirped, rejoicing in the spring. Sometimes a fresh breeze would blow and then die down. And it seemed that everything around hid for a while with him, as if listening. What next? After all, nature knows: spring weather is so changeable!

A blade of grass moved, a small bird chirped somewhere. There was a whiff of wind in my face, but not the same warm and gentle smell. There was a smell of freshness and a slight chill in the air... And then it started to rain - the first one this spring, as if someone had knocked over a huge tub of water from the sky. There was nowhere to hide from the rain; the house was still far away. There was water all around, the rain was pouring down like a continuous wall. We ran almost at random, seeing nothing in front of us. Lightning still flashed in some places in the sky and echoes of thunder were heard, but far away. They became less and less frequent and weaker. And suddenly everything stopped, just as suddenly as it began.

Yesterday morning was quiet, warm and cloudless. On such days, you especially don’t want to go to school, because when you sit by the window, it is impossible to listen to the teacher’s explanations. The screams of kids on the street, the singing of birds in the trees, the proximity of the holidays make it difficult to concentrate on lessons - I would take it and jump straight out the window onto the green grass, into the lilac bushes.

However, the sunny weather lasted only until the start of the third lesson. Quickly, quickly, as if someone was pushing them from behind, gloomy gray clouds came running, thunder rumbled in the distance. Suddenly it got so dark that the lights in the classroom had to be turned on. We became quiet, even the most restless guys stopped talking. And so, when there was a moment of “dead” silence in the class, a clap of thunder was heard right outside the window and lightning flashed. The blow was so strong that my ears began to ring, and many of our girls screamed. A few seconds later it began to rain so much that the neighboring house became difficult to distinguish. The teacher told us to quickly close the windows. One could see seething streams of dirty water rushing along the roads, washing away debris and dust from the asphalt. Many pedestrians were wading through puddles. None of them took an umbrella, but it would still have been weak protection from such a downpour.

Suddenly everything became quiet. The rain stopped, and in a few minutes the clouds spread out. The gentle sun looked through the window: don’t be afraid, the storm is over!

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Natural phenomena. Thunderstorm, lightning, rain, fog

Description of the thunderstorm

Swiftly and forcefully, a dark cloud approached from over the horizon and somehow suddenly clouded the sky. She tightly imprisoned the bright sun in her prison. It became gloomy. For a moment everything was quiet, but only for a moment. As if he had come to his senses, a sharp cold wind blew and raised angry black waves on the river. Blinding lightning tore the sky. And now, sharply and frighteningly, like a shot, thunder roared. An avalanche of rain fell from the sky onto the Don. He lashed the waves with thick whips. And the waves, snarling, beat towards the tight threads of rain. And the waves crashed noisily and threateningly against the side of the ship.

Lightning flashed almost continuously one after another. Without ceasing, the booming heavenly cannonade thundered in the clouds. And this flashing and roar made my heart tremble... The thunderstorm raged for a long time, at least thirty minutes. And it ended just as quickly as it began. The clouds scattered and disappeared over the horizon. The sun shone even brighter, shimmering with myriads of rainbows in the drops hanging on the leaves of the trees. Gradually calming down, as after a repulsed attack, the now enraged Don calmed down.

Kolesnikov G. Thunderstorm // Secrets of the steppe forest / G. Kolesnikov. Rostov n/d, 1987. P. 330

Night thunderstorm

It all seems to me that lightning in a night thunderstorm is trying to break out of some kind of captivity: it will rip open the blackness of the sky, shower the earth with a mighty wave of light, but the sky instantly slams the shutters, and the lightning growls furiously somewhere behind the impenetrable wall of its prison, so that again - let it only a moment - but to break through the hated darkness with light.

Kolesnikov G. Captured lightning // Secrets of the steppe forest / G. Kolesnikov. Rostov n/d, 1987. P. 338.

Before the rain

Everything turned bright gray. Stripes of rain somewhere far away darkened the sky under the clouds. The silvery-gray cloud still covered the sun, and in revenge it heated its edge, and it sparkled with molten silver...

And rare drops began to flicker above our heads. It's about to rain in the bright sun. Blind rain!

Kolesnikov G. Pre-rain // Secrets of the steppe forest / G. Kolesnikov. Rostov n/d, 1987. P. 336.

Description of fog

At the junction of heat and cold, late autumn thunderstorms thunder. And when the hot days remain and the nights are already cold, fogs rise over the Volga and Don...

At dawn I was awakened by silence. The ships' engines stopped and became silent. I went out on deck. The entire area was densely shrouded in damp and impenetrably white fog smoke. Somewhere nearby, the outlines of some kind of ship were vaguely visible. Like our ship, it was at anchor.

Something from an old fairy tale - disturbing and mysterious - clouded my soul. Shivering from the cold, I waited on deck for the sun to appear. Apparently, it has already risen from the horizon. In the east, a faint pinkish tint appeared through the fog. The outlines of the barge next to us became clearer. It was a self-propelled gun - now it became very clear. The fog disappeared somehow imperceptibly. The shores have cleared up. Yellow birch trees on them. White buoys loomed ahead. Somehow suddenly a hot sun flashed in the sky. A quiet, spacious river opened up before us. A command was heard and the chains of the anchor being raised rattled.

After waiting out the fog, the ship set off.

Kolesnikov G. Fog // Secrets of the steppe forest / G. Kolesnikov. Rostov n/d, 1987. P. 340.

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