The verse in octaves "Autumn" by A. S. Pushkin was written in the autumn of 1833 at the hour of another arrival of the poet until p. Boldino, on the turn from the Urals.
Like in prose, and in poetry, A. Z. Pushkin repeatedly wrote that autumn is the time of rock, the hour of inspiration, creative presentation and literary work.
It’s not without reason that he sings a radiant autumn and, having vowed at the hour of his rozkvita: a friend of A.S.
The biggest vіdomiy urovok “It's time to frown! Eyes of charm! ”, which is the seventh octave verse“ Autumn ”, lie down to the landscape lyrics of A. Z. Pushkin. Rows of urivka are a complete picture, which realistically accurately conveyed the awakening of poetry in the soul of a poet who was intoxicated by the hour.
Vershovaniy rozmir urivka - six-foot iambic; stanza verse - octave.
It's time to freak out! oh enchantment!
Tvіr "Autumn", and zokrema urivok, buv published for the life of the author, having seen it before U. A. Zhukovsky in the posthumous collections of O. Z. Pushkin's works in 1841.
I suggest your respect and the text will be written in reverse:
Zhovten has already set in - vzhe guy obtrushuє
Leave the leaves from your bare needles;
Breathing autumn cold - the road is freezing.
Murmuring more to live for mln strumok,
Ale, becoming already caught; susid my hurry up
At the vіd'їzhdzhі fields with their watering,
I suffer from winter like crazy fun,
And to wake up the bark of dogs, the forests fell asleep.
Now it's my time: I don't like spring;
I'm boring for me; smorid, brud - hanging ailments;
blood to roam; feel, the mind is tightly squeezed.
In Suvor winter I am more satisfied,
I love її snіg; at the presence of the moon
Yak is a light big sleigh with a girlfriend swedish and vіlniy,
If you are under a sable, the winter is fresh,
There you squeeze your hand, fell and tremtyachi!
Yak cheerfully, having sounded the feet of the host,
Kovzat on the mirror of standing, equal rivers!
And winter holy bliskі anxiety?
Ale needed to know that honor; pivroku snig and snig,
Aje tse nareshti and baggy barlog,
Vedmedyu, come on. It’s impossible for the whole century
Let us ride by the sleigh with young Armіdami
Abo sour white stoves behind the skl podvіynim.
Oh, leto red! I love you bi
If it weren’t for baking, she drank, that mosquitoes, that flies.
You, all the spiritual vibes of the buffoons,
You torture us; like fields we suffer from drought;
If you don't like to drink, then refresh yourself.
We have no other thoughts, and Skoda in the old winter,
I, having spent її with mlints and wine,
Wake їy robimo frosty ice.
The days of spring autumn are barking,
Alemeni won’t be sweet, I’m reading dear,
Silent beauty, gleaming humbly.
So unloved is the child in the native land
Pull me up to you. Tell you the door
For three hours, I'm more than radiant,
She has a lot of good things; kohanets is not marnoslav,
I know about them, I am nimble.
How to explain? I'm getting out,
Yak, maybe, you are dry diva
Suitable for an hour. Condemned to death
Bіdolakh to heal without remembrance, without anger.
A grin on the lips that wilted, you can see;
Graveyard prіrvi won't feel the zіva;
Graє on the face of a red color.
Vaughn is alive today, not tomorrow.
It's time to freak out! oh enchantment!
Accept me your farewell beauty
I love writing in the nature,
At crimson and gold dressed foxes,
In their blues, the wind has noise and fresh breath,
And sweet shaggy sky open,
I early sun promise, and first frost,
And in the distant gray winter threats.
І z skin autumn I will open again;
My health is the Russian cold;
Until the sound of the buttya, I’m revisiting the kohannya:
Chergoy zlitaє dream, black to know hunger;
Easily and radiantly play in the heart of the blood,
Boiling bazhanya - I am new happy, young,
I renew my life of spawnings - such is my organism
(Let me go through some uncommon prose).
Lead a horse to me; at the rosedolly vіdkritoma,
Waving with a mane, carry the wine of the apex,
І dzvinko under yogo with a glittering hoard
To move the frozen valley and crack the ice.
Ale goes out a short day, and in a stone-filled fireplace
The fire will burn again - then it’s bright light,
That smoldering is proper - and I read in front of him
I live in my soul for a long time.
I forget light - and in licorice silence
I licorice sleep my womb,
I awaken poetry in me:
The soul is ashamed of lyrical praises,
Tremt and sound, and whisper, as if you were dreaming,
Vilitis nareshti with a free manifestation
And here, before me, there is an invisible rіy of guests,
Know for a long time, my fruit of the dream.
And thoughts in my head are hovering in the air,
І rimi lungs nazustrіch їm bіzhat,
I fingers ask to pen, pen to paper,
Hvilina and vіrshi freely flow.
So the unruly ship sleeps at the unruly volozi,
Hello! - sailors raptom throw, call
Uphill, down, and the windshields puffed out, winding down;
The community destroyed and spread the wind.
Plive. Where are we going to cry? . . . .
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"Literary evening" It's time to frown, eyes bewitched. Slide number 1.
Tsіlі. 1. To attach interest to the students to the poetry and classical music, love to the native land, dbailive setting to nature. 2. Develop an aesthetic taste, respect for the word, almost beautiful; to develop the skills of different reading virshiv.3. Vihovuvat patriotism, the culture of behavior during the hour of literary evenings, creative visits.
Slide number 2.
Under the music of F. Chopin "Nizhnist" rows of verses sound.
Providence 1.
Falling on the hump of the gorobini, the boards fell,
Maple leaves are circling above the ground
Ah, autumn, I know you have found us
I again dressed in gold.
You bring a violin from you,
Sob sumny motive over the fields sounding,
Alemy to you, autumn, zustrichaemo with a laugh
We ask all of you to our Svyatkovo Hall!
Slide number 3.
Leader 2. Good day, my friends! Today, our holy consecration to the beautiful, lower and summative times of rock - AUTUMN! Autumn asked us to come here, to give to all of its remains, miraculous, enchanting, elusive aroma of autumn flowers, I’ll add the beauty of the chosen fruits and, wonderfully, in an autumnal way, thoughtfully and at the same time, a joyful mood.
Slide No. 4 (F. Chopin "Osinny waltz").
To come out Early autumn and late autumn.
Early autumn and late autumn: (together)
Hello, I'm Osin!
Slide number 5.
Early autumn:
"Fool time! Eyes of charm!
Autumn night:
Tse I - Osin! Tse, saying about me, sings:
"Wonderful picture! Hmari without kintsya!
Providence 1.
Don't get upset! You make a move. Є two autumns. One is radiant, neatly tidied up, rich in birth, that other woman, invisible by herself, at the hands of a falling leaf, baggy, with a quiet cry of a dribbling board.
Before the skin autumn, we have a special kokhannya.
Leader 2.
And at once you will feel verses about autumn, as if they wrote poetry - the classics of Russian poetry.
What is a classic? Do it like that, as if you are showing to the greatest artistic vimog, not surrounded by the hour. Tsі create have reached the fund of light art.
Slide number 6.
Providence 1.
Among the most brilliant poets, let's talk about A.S. Pushkin. The very wine has revealed the richness of the Russian language, the very wine has exalted it, knowing the marvelous words, like it penetrated the human soul. By reading yoga, you can miraculously writhe a person in yourself, ”Belinsky said.
Read:
Sings loving shaleno autumn,
I love the autumn wine.
Vin often between birches and pines
Walking along the steps of a university student.
Walking and loving the fox,
I freshly repeat dihav.
I did not part with the muse,
I wrote on the go.
Early autumn:
Do you know that autumn is the time for A.S. Pushkin’s rock to fall in love?
Autumn night:
Well. Who doesn't know the yoga verse "Osin".
Read 1. Slide number 7.
It's time to freak out! oh enchantment!
Accept me your farewell beauty
I love writing in the nature,
At crimson and gold dressed foxes,
In their blues, the wind has noise and fresh breath,
And sweet shaggy sky open,
I early sun promise, and first frost,
And in the distant gray winter threats.
Slide #8
Chitets 2
The days of spring autumn are barking,
Alemeni won’t be sweet, I’m reading dear,
Silent beauty, gleaming humbly.
So unloved is the child in the native land
Pull me up to you. Tell you the door
For three hours, I'm more than radiant,
She has a lot of good things; kohanets is not marnoslav,
I know about them, I am nimble.
How to explain? I should get out...
І z skin autumn I will open again;
My health is the Russian cold;
Until the sound of the buttya, I am reawakening the kohannya.
Slide #9
Song "Wonderful time".
Slide number 10.
Leader 2.
Axis yak writing about autumn A.S. Pushkin: “Autumn is coming. This is my hour of love, my health is sounding my mіtsnіє ... » Trichy at the right time, seeing Pushkin's village of Boldino. Here, day after day, in front of the poet's eyes, a picture of the old autumn was seen with autumn, with glimpses and changes, from sleepy and clear spring to leaf-falling scoundrels with impassable fords, planks and snowfalls.
Leading 1.
Above Russia the sky is blue,
Zhovty leaf, boards of scythe.
Pushkin's bold autumn.
Autumn is the poetry of Russia.
Leading 2 .
Autumn was especially intense for the poet, if they were written in the village of Boldino famous works: “The words of Belkin”, “Boris Godunov”, “Little tragedies”, the novel “Eugene Onegin”.
Slide number 11.
Autumn. A. Vivaldi For music, children read poetry.
Read 3.
Zhovten already set up - already gai obtrushuє
Leave the leaves from your bare needles;
Breathing autumn cold - the road is freezing.
Murmuring more bіzhit for mln strings.
Chitets 4
The sky is already wild in autumn,
The sun was already shining,
Shorten the day.
Lisova taєmnicha blue
With total noise exposed
Lying on the field fog,
Geese noisy caravan
Stretching for pіvden: approaching
It's time to finish the tedious:
Standing leaf fall already whitened the yard.
The music stops.
Lead 2:
Slide number 12.
(Sound waltz E. Dogi )
The rich flow of Russian literature of the 19th century has a special place for poets Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (1803 - 1873), about his work of Turgenev in the following way:
They don’t talk about Tyutchev: who doesn’t know. tsim to bring, scho vіdchuvaє poezії».
Leader 1:
Tyutchev is called the match of nature. The beauty of Russian nature from the youthful fates has grown to the yogo heart. Everyone knows a little bit of the quivering kokhannya that lower, with which you are put up to be such a tree, flower, bilinka, which grew on the land of your ancestors, on the earth, children were born. The poet's love to nature is inextricable from love to the Fatherland.
The verses of yoga are also short, ale, to add nothing to the future. Skin word vluchno, reimportant. Mova Tyutcheva opposes barista, zhvavist.
READER 5.
Є in autumn first
Short, ale marvelous time-
All day to stand like a crystal,
І promenisti evenings…
De badoriy sickle gulyav and falling ear,
Now everything is already empty - open space, -
Lesser spiderwort thin hair
Shine on an empty furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are not a little more,
Ale is far from the first winter storms
I shine clean and warm blackness
On the vіdpochivayuche field.
READER 6.
Let pines and їli wash all winter,
At the snow, that khurtovini wrapped up to sleep.
Їx thin greens, like the heads of a hedgehog,
Although it’s not fresh, but it’s not fresh.
Mi, lighter tribe, blooming and shining
І a short hour on the backs of a guest.
All the red summers were in beauty,
Grali with exchanges, bathed in dew!
Ale birds sang, flowers sang,
The change came, the marshmallows came.
What do we give us to see and live?
Chi is not better for them and we fly!
About wild winds, shvidshe, shvidshe!
Hurry us up from pesky hawks!
Rip, rush, we don’t want to check,
Fly, fly! We fly with you!
Early autumn:
Beautiful early autumn!
Autumn night:
Ale and piznya not hirsha! Aje piznya osin calls out to people like a stow that is great. It is crying in the soul of the people in the fact that the sun is not bleak, that nature is forever alive, and її vyanennya is also part of fast life, a necessary suvorian rite of change that does not destroy, but gives special beauty. That is a calm and proud person, “the sum of the light”, and the same verses are blamed on the poet Apollon Maykov….
READER 7.
Autumn leaves are circling in the wind,
Autumn leaves in trivoz shout:
“All gin, all gin! T black and goal,
Oh, our native fox, the end of your arrival!
Do not feel the anxiety of their royal fox,
Under the dark blakit suvorih skies
Yogo was spawned by dreams,
I build strength in the new for the new spring.
READER 8:
Krіє vzhe leaf golden vologu earth in the fox.
I boldly trample the beauty of the spring forest with my foot.
From the cold the cheeks burn; Love in the fox me bigti,
Feel, how to rattle like a bitch, raking leafing with your foot!
There aren't too many of them here! Lіs іz tаєmnitsyu zvіlniv:
Zirvano the rest of the mountain, the rest of the ticket rang;
Moss is not lifted, not viritious with a bunch of curly mushrooms;
Bіlya stump not hang purple lingonberry tassels;
For a long time on the leaf lie night frost, and krіz lіs
It's cold to marvel at the clarity of the clear skies...
Lead 2:
He is a writer in Russian literature, who dedicated autumn to both poetic and prose creations. Tse miracle Russian writer, Ivan Oleksiyovich Bunin sings. Laureate of the Nobel Prize.
Slide number 13.
Leader 1:
Bunina can be named for the richness of the language and writing. Walking is beautiful, the words sound and shimmer with a crying ringing, and at a glance, miraculous living pictures emerge. Today it is enough to read Bunin's "Leaf Fall" and leather, whoever takes the right poetry, preserves Bunin's word in his soul.
Reader 9:
Fox, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
To stand with a merry stringed wall above the bright halyavino.
The birch trees are brightly colored at the blakitі blakitny,
Like vezhі, yalinki darken, and between maples bluish
Here and there at the leaf of a clear light in the sky, what a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine, for the summer it is dried up in the sun,
І Osin, a quiet widow, enters the towers of her towers.
Today on an empty galyavin, in the middle of a wide yard,
Covered with cobwebs of fabrics to shine, like a merezha zі srіbla.
This year's celestial day is warm at the courtyard of the remaining snowstorm
I, like a pelustka, on the cobwebs zavmira,
Warm with sleepy warmth;
Today is so bright all around, so dead moving
At the fox in blue height, what is possible in this silence
Feel the leaves rustling.
Fox, like a painted tower, purple, gold, crimson,
To stand above the sleepy halyavina, spellbound by silence.
Slide number 14.
Lead 2:
Among the poets, they created Russian landscape lyrics, especially Sergiy Yesenin. Yesenin has declined Pushkin's poetic culture in the description of native nature. He sings to feel a part of nature, we will learn, a svіvroznovnik. In a new nature, nature is equal to a person and more for her. The verses of Yesenina are more melodic, lyrical and kindly strike the music.
Slide #15
PISNYA "Bringing the Golden Guy".
Leader 1:
Yesenin loving his land. Born on this earth for her wines. Vin loves її so, like a moment of love, he sings less - softly, half-drowsy, prejudicedly.
Everything - the rich dawn, the splashing of the wind, the bright moon, the rustle of the outline, the blaky surface of the lakes - all the beauty of the native land was seen at the peaks, spovnenih love to the Russian land.
Reader 10:
Nivi squeezed, gaї naked,
Vіd vodi fog that vogkіst.
Wheel for blue mountains
The sun sank quietly.
Sleepy road.
Їy this year was dreaming,
What is familiar - not richly known
Chekati for the winter lost its gray.
Oh, and I myself am more of a twink
Having studied in the fog:
Rudy month for horses
Harnessed by our sleigh.
Early autumn.
Leaf after leaf fall from the lime on the das, some leaf to fly like a parachute, some kind of blizzard, some kind of gvintik.
And in the afternoon, the day opens its eyes, and the wind lifts the leaves, and the stench flies to the river, kudis at once with migratory birds.
We are happy for a good warm day, but now we don’t check the baboon’s feathers anymore to fly: all have flown and the axis-axis of the cranes will fly, and there, geese, rooks - and all will vanish.
READER 11.
Lastivki woke up, and soon dawned
All graks were flying like a tassels of blinking
He is above your mountain.
The animals are all asleep, the yard is dark.
The leaf is dry to fall, at night the wind is angry
She knocks at the windows.
It would be better if the snig that zavіryuhu zavіryuhu zstrіti breasts radium!
Nemov from the perelyaku, shouting,
Cranes fly on the day.
Viydesh casually
It's hard - I want to cry!
Marvel - across the field
Perecotypole
Stribaє, yak m'yach.
(A. A. Fet.)
READER 12:
Cowberry climbs, the days have become cold,
I see a bird's cry in the heart is less sumnіshe.
Zgraї ptahіv vіdlіtayut get out for the blue sea.
The mustache of the tree sings at the richly barred dressing.
The sun is more likely to laugh, there is no plow in the squares.
Nezabar osіn prokinetsya - and crying awake.
(K. Balmont.)
READER 13:
Blink a yellow leaf on green trees;
Roboti skinned a sickle on golden fields,
I have already chervonіv in the distance kilim bow,
I ripened the fruits to hang in the gardens of the muddy ones.
Apply autumn to everyone with a sharp look:
There stretch, glimmers in the sun, cobwebs;
You can see the skirt there; and there, through the parkan,
A hump hung with brushes of chervonim;
There the stubble bristles, and there
Ozima yaskrava flashed with emeralds;
І burn wine; and goodbye,
Like a white canvas the fog lies over the blue bet.
(N. Grekov.)
Autumn night:
Autumn, deep autumn!
Sir the sky; low important water gloom; naked and clear, grow sad, haї and foxes. Everything can be seen through the deepest of the villages, where the human eye did not penetrate.
The old trees have long since fallen, and only the young, near the birch trees, still take care of their yellow leaves, glittering with gold, if they break their scythes of the low autumn sun.
READER 14:
Boring picture!
Boring picture! Hmari without kintsya,
Dosch so and llєtsya, kalyuzhi beat a gank.
The stunted gorobina was wet in the night;
The village marvels at the lilac flame.
It's early with the guest, autumn. Did she reach us?
More to ask the heart for light that warmth!
(A. N. Pleshcheev)
Leader 1:
The stars of our Russian poets sing our praises and sigh in front of the miraculous picture of the autumn day.
Slide number 16.
The song "Zhovti leaves".
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Lead 2: A lot of Russian artists created pictures about autumn. Among them are F.Vasiliev, A.Plastov, I.S.Ostroukhov and others. Ale, the most beautiful master of the autumn landscape, Isaac Levitan. In all his paintings, up to the rivers, up to the willows, and up to the pale sky, and up to the fox slopes, there was always a drop of confusion. Autumn in Levitan's paintings is different. It was written about a hundred regions.
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Leader 1:
"Autumn day. Falconers" - the first painting by Levitan, de vin depicting autumn. Quiet summary day. Blue sky. a gloomy day is supplemented by the figure of a baggy woman in black, who walks by itself over the piles of scorched leaves.
The zoom artist reminds his picture of an elegantly sumptuous sense of the poetry of the autumn air and of human self-sufficiency.
Lead 2:
Golden parks fall on the night.
Rudy blisk bestows on foxes.
leafing through the maple tree with a sleepy swarm
Fall to our feet.
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Song "Falling leaves".
Leader 2. Great golden autumn. Cleaner that window of light. You can see a wide view. The horizon is lightly oblutuetsya purple sickle. Autumn adds gold to the birch trees in the coopers' couch. An arrogant porivchastiy wind, a mute enchantment, covering the galyavini and the forest lanes with a kilim of a zirvana leaf.
Chitets
The autumn wind rises near the foxes,
It's noisy on the road,
Dead leaf gazing and fun
Bring the crazy dance.
Tilki freeze, fall, listen,
I wave again, and behind him
Lis zagude, tremtit - and hoarse
Leafing with a golden board.
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Song "Osinnі dorіzhki"
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Leader 1:
Autumn - tse gloomy landscape, autumn in the world of nature and turmoil over the summer. The composer Pyotr Illich Tchaikovsky himself, having sipped at this time of rock.
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Sound "Autumn song" P. I. Tchaikovsky.
Lead 2: The whole hour is autumn. "Autumn song" - also sumna. Quiet, summarily calm is felt in the first musical phrase. And I want to cry in the sight of that unreasonable image ... Another voice, inspiring, exhorting, calm down, breathe in.
Leader 1:
P.I. Tchaikovsky knows for tsієї p'єsi marvelous for his sonorous melody. At her, one can feel the drops of the board, which are falling, leafing in disgrace, which are laying the ground with a kilim, the hulks of trees are swaying under the wind blows, which are fading, weakly changing the sun.
Listening to the "Osіnnoї pisni" P. I. Tchaikovsky, we can see that for the composer it’s no goodbye to the lovely pictures of the summer, that’s why the melody is so quiet. Ale tseche and kazkova beauty of golden crimson autumn and її taєmnicha beauty.
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Chitets
Crisis of rozplastanі gіlki
Wet, naughty birches
Densely woven mesh
Lower the threads of partial tears.
On a trembling leaf
Drops are great to fly,
I sumih pines penzlya
Ledve nod to the wind in harmony.
Leading 1
How often dear autumn, called it a tedious, tedious hour ... Maybe we can take a walk? Our walks are getting shorter in autumn. The façades of the houses are swaying like they are tediously smooth, all on the same guise. And sometimes, it seems that the sky is not clear to us: one gray curtain.
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Song "Dosh"
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Lead 2:
Autumn boring day.
Vіd dovgogo board
І stone brukіvka, і stіni budіvel sіrki;
The fog burnt inanimate squares,
Angry in the same sky and earth.
Leader 1:
“Leaf fall has begun. Leaves fell day and night. The stinks either flew askew in the wind, or kicked swiftly into the gray grass. The foxes drizzled with a plank of fallen leaves. Tsei dosch ishov with tizhnami ... "
Leading 2:
Leafing, falling, creating a soft kilim. It’s good to walk along such a kilim, sharudy leaves, breathing in the spicy wind, staring at the gap. Silence and peace in nature and in the soul.
Reader 15:
Autumn to walk along the roads of summer,
Everything is quiet, it’s easy to breathe.
Tilki in the sky Svyatkovo in the light -
The sky is all suzir'ya set on fire!
Similar to golden leaves,
Stars from the sky hoarse... fly...
Move to the dark, dawn sky
The fall of the autumn leaves.
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Music. I. Cool. Autumn Sonata.
Early autumn:
And who among you marveled respectfully at the dawn of the autumn sky? The stars of autumn are so bright, great, so low. And it’s so rich that it’s possible, between them there is no enlightenment and only stretch out your hand and reach for the stars. The autumn dawns of the sky spread their abyss and unearthly, cosmic breaths.
The days of the night were overwhelmed:
There are no number of stars, no days - the bottom.
Autumn night:
Stars shine. The stench of this year is especially bright, poured, alive. The stinks are cheering in the chimeras of the road, and what is stronger in them is surprised, then they are more and more. Here you are alive in this blue merekhtinn.
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Lead 2:
So, autumn is unimaginable and marvelous! Writers and writers sing in their works, artists and composers opened their souls to us, depicting in them boundless love to the nature of Russia, to the beautiful time of rock - autumn.
Leader 1:
All the stinks in their own way represent the time of fate, but all are choked with the beauty of autumn nature. In their creations one senses both joy and turmoil, something to pinch.
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sound
Lead 2:
We owe you, dear gazers! You felt a lot of beautiful words of Russian writers and poets about autumn. Spodіvaєmosya, scho you patted and smelled the fall of autumn, її enchantment, taєmnichіst. You made wonderful pictures of autumn nature on the canvases of Russian artists. The miraculous music of P.I. Tchaikovsky, L. Beethoven, F. Chopin, A. Vivaldi, I. Krutoy, E. Dogi sounded for you.
Leader 1:
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Love autumn, even if it has such a rich beauty!
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For respect!
Autumn - "It's time to gloom ...", it's time for the fate of poets, philosophers, romantics and melancholics. Vershi about autumn “spin” with words-winds, “mumble” with stanzas-boards, “ruffle” with epithets-leaves ... Watch the fall in autumn in autumn for children and grown-ups.
Div. also
Autumn songs for children, songs by Pushkin, Yesenin, Bunina about autumn
Verses about autumn: A. S. Pushkin
It's time to freak out! Eyes of charm!
Accept me your farewell beauty
I love writing in the nature,
At crimson and gold dressed foxes,
In their blues, the wind has noise and fresh breath,
And sweet shaggy sky open,
I early sun promise, and first frost,
And in the distant gray winter threats.
OSIN
(trick)
Zhovten has already set in - vzhe guy obtrushuє
Leave the leaves from your bare needles;
Breathing autumn cold - the road is freezing.
Murmuring more to live for mln strumok,
Ale, becoming already caught; susid my hurry up
At the vіd'їzhdzhі fields with their watering,
I suffer from winter like crazy fun,
And to wake up the bark of dogs, the forests fell asleep.
The sky is already wild in autumn,
The sun was already shining,
Getting shorter day
Lisova taєmnicha blue
With a total noise she bared.
Fog laying on the fields
Geese noisy caravan
Stretching for pіvden: approaching
It's time to finish it tedious;
Standing leaf fall already whitened the yard.
Vershi about autumn:
Agniya Barto
ZHAROK ABOUT SHUROCHKA
leaf fall, leaf fall,
The whole Lanka rushed to the garden,
Shurochka came.
Leafing (do you feel?) scribbling:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Anger of the leaf
Rustle about her alone:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Three leaves pidmelu,
I went to the teacher:
- Good go do it!
(I pratsyyu, vrahuyte, moving,
Praise Shurochka,
Shurochka, Shurochka ...)
Yak practice Lanka,
Tse Shuri all the same,
Abi only appointed
Chi in the classroom, Chi in the newspaper,
Shurochka, Shurochka...
leaf fall, leaf fall,
Drown in the leaves of the garden,
Leaves summarily rustle:
Shurochka, Shurochka...
Vershi about autumn:
Oleksiy Pleshcheev
Boring picture!
Hmari without kintsya,
Dosh so i llєtsya,
Kalyuzhi beat a gank.
stunted gorobina
Mokne pіd vіknom,
Marvel at the strength
Lilac flame.
What are you early at the guest,
Osin, came to us?
More to ask the heart
Light and warmth!
AUTUMN PIESENKA
Summer passed,
Autumn has come.
In the fields and in the gays
Empty and vague.
Birds saw,
The days have become shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.
OSIN
Autumn has come
Withered tickets,
І wonder cumulatively
Goli bushes.
V'yane and Zhovtіє
grass on bows,
Only greenery
Winter in the fields.
Khmara the sky is crying,
The sun does not shine
Wind near the field,
Dosh to mumble.
Noisy drivers
shvidkogo strumka,
Birds have seen
At the warm edge.
Vershi about autumn:
Ivan Bunin
LEAF FALL
Fox, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, stringed wall
To stand above the light halyavina.
Berezi Zhovtim Rizblenyam
Shine at blakitі blakytny,
How fresh, the yalinkas darken,
And between maples blue
Here and there at the leaves of the cross
Enlighten in the sky, what a vikna.
Lis smells like oak and pine,
For the summer, dry wine in the sun,
I Osin as a quiet widow
Entering the towers of your own…
In the fields of dry stalks of corn,
Follow the sound of the badilla.
By the cold sea - blue jellyfish
I red water grass.
The fields are autumn. The sea is naked
Shave the skel. Axis of nothing, and we are going
To the dark shore By the sea - lethargy
Every great mystery has its own.
Do you fetch water? - “Bachu only mercury
Foggy glare…” Neither the sky, nor the earth.
Only a dawning gleam hangs under us - at the kalamutny
A bottomless phosphorescent saw.
Vershi about autumn:
Boris Pasternak
GOLD OSIN
Autumn. Kazkovy hall,
Vsіm vіdkritim for a look around.
Prosіki forest roads,
Quiet, wondering at the lakes.
Yak at the exhibition of paintings:
Zali, Zali, Zali, Zali
V'yaziv, ash, osik
The gilding has no problems.
Lipi hoop gold
Yak vinets on adverbs.
The face of a birch - under a veil
Vіnchalnoy that transparency.
The earth is buried
Under the leaves at the ditches, pits.
At the yellow maple wing,
Nemov in gilded frames.
De tree near the spring
At dawn stand in pairs,
І sunset on їх korі
Leaves a trace of amber.
De can not step into the Yar,
So that everyone didn’t see:
So viruє, scho nі krok,
Under the feet of a leaf of the village.
De sound like aley
Seeing the steep descent
I dawn cherry glue
Caught at the sight of a clot.
Autumn. Old-fashioned kutochok
Old books, clothes, armor,
Deskarbiv catalog
I burn out cold.
Vershi about autumn:
Mikola Nekrasov
NETISNE Smuha
Autumn night. Graks saw,
The fox was bare, the fields were empty,
Only the wife is not squeezed alone.
I'm thinking to get out.
Here it is, whispering one to one:
“It’s vain for us to hear the autumn wind,
It's tedious to shirk to the very earth,
Smooth grains bathing in the saw!
Us, no matter what, ruin the villages
Every passing careless bird,
Zaєts trample us, and the storm will beat us ...
Where is our orach? what else do you check?
Were we born more for others?
Chi unfriendly blossomed-eared?
Hi! we are not hіrshi for іnshih - i for a long time
Our grain has grown and ripened.
Not for this, orav wine and siyav
Shall the autumn wind blow us up?..”
The wind is carrying them a bag of advice:
“Your speaker has no earlobes.
Knowing why and orav vin and siyav,
That did not give the force to the robot zatiyav.
Poor bіdolakh - not їst і not p'є,
Hrobak youmu heart ailment smokche,
Hands that have wrought these furrows,
They dried up in a trill, hung like batogs.
Yak on a plow, with a hand,
Orach thoughtfully ishov swarthy.
Vershi about autumn:
Agniya Barto
We didn't remember the beetle
I closed the winter frame,
And I'm alive, I'm still alive,
To buzz at the vikni,
Having straightened the wings.
I call to help my mother:
-There's a beetle alive!
Open the frame!
Vershi about autumn:
V. Stepanov
Sparrow
Autumn stared at the gardens.
Birds have seen.
Behind the window
Zhovti khurtovini.
Under the feet of the first ice
Cry, slam.
Gorobets at the garden of zіthne,
And fall asleep -
Shame.
Vershi about autumn:
Kostyantin Balmont
OSIN
Grab lingonberry,
The days have become colder
І view of the bird's cry
The heart became confused.
Protect the birds
Go beyond the blue sea.
The tendrils of the tree are shading
At the variegated dress.
The sun is ready to laugh,
There is no plow in the squares.
Soon Osin will roll over
I cry awake.
Vershi about autumn:
Apollo Maykov
OSIN
Krіє vzhe gold leaf
Vologu land in the forest.
I boldly trample with my foot
Hang the forest beautiful.
From the cold the cheeks burn;
Love in the fox me bigti,
Chuti, like a bitch to crack,
Leaf with your foot to rake!
There aren't too many of them here!
Lіs іz tаєmnitsyu zvіlniv:
Zirvano the rest of the mountain,
The last ticket rang;
Moss is not lifted, not lifted
A pile of curly-haired breasts;
Bіlya stump not to hang
Purple lingonberry brushes;
Long time on the leaf, lie down
Night frost, and krіz lіs
It's cold to marvel
Clarity of the clear skies.
Leaves rustle under the foot;
Death steers its harvest...
Only I have a cheerful soul
I, as divine, I sleep!
I know, not without reason among the mohiv
Early flash I tear;
Right up to the autumn tickets
I've stitched the skin of the ticket.
What did the soul say to them,
What did the stink say
I'm guessing, good luck wildly,
In winter nights and days!
Leaves rustle under the foot.
Death is your harvest!
Only I have a cheerful soul.
I, as divine, I sleep!
Autumn leaves are circling in the wind,
Autumn leaves in trivoz shout:
“All gin, all gin! T black and goal,
Oh, our native fox, the end of your arrival!
I don’t feel the anxiety of their royal fox.
Under the dark blakit suvorih skies
Yogo was spawned by dreams,
I build strength in the new for the new spring.
Vershi about autumn:
Mikola Ogaryov
ASSUMN
Yak buli garni in the hour of spring darkness.
I freshness of soft green herbs,
I leaf of a young fallow
On the quivering trembling trees, the dibrovs rushed,
І day rokіshne that warmly syayvo,
I yaskravih farb lower angry!
Ale heart is closer to you, osinnі vіdlivi,
If the fox's thoughts are on the ground of a squeezed cornfield
Sounds from the whispers of the leaves,
And the sun is quieter from the desert heights,
The turmoil of the bright vikonano, marvel ...
So the memory is peaceful, silently illuminating
And happy times have passed and the dreams have passed.
Vershi about autumn:
Oleksandr Tvardovsky
LEAF FALL
At the fox's memory, the yalinka became,
Vіn pribraniya lit and empty.
I nudity, like a drag,
Clogged with mud, there was a way,
Blowing usisto with gold,
Tremtit, whistle the vine bush.
Mіzh verіvok, scho rіdіyut
The blue appeared.
Noisy bіla knots
Yakravo-zhovte leaves.
Birds are not a bit. Trisne dry
Broken knot,
I, tail is quick, squirrel
Easy to rob the haircut.
Yalina became in the fox commemoration,
Watch out for thick shadows.
Aspen boletus
Pushing his hat on.
Vershi about autumn:
Afanasy Fet
ASSUMN
If it's a scary cobweb
To spread the threads of clear days
І pіd vіknom at the villager
A distant blessing,
We don't know how, lykayuchis again
Dihannya near winter,
And the voice of the past
Clarify my mind.
Vershi about autumn:
Fedir Tyutchev
Є in autumn first
Short, but it's a miracle time -
All day to stand like a crystal,
І promenisti evenings…
The air is empty, the birds are not a little more,
Ale is far from the first winter storms
I shine clean and warm blackness
On the vіdpochivayuche field.
Vershi about autumn:
Sergiy Yesenin
Nivi squeezed, gaї naked,
Vіd vodi fog that vogkіst.
Wheel for blue mountains
The sun sank quietly.
Sleepy road.
Їy this year was dreaming,
What do we call the troubles
Chekati for the winter lost its gray ...
Children's verses about autumn
Є. Trutnev
Vranci mi at the door let's go -
Leaving a husky board,
Rustle under your feet
I fly… fly… fly…
Gossamer fly
With spiders in the middle,
I high above the ground
The cranes flew by.
Everyone fly! Mabut, tse
Let's see our summer.
A. Berlova
LEAF FALL
Hands freeze at the leaf fall:
Cold, wind outside,
Bring autumn
First snow and first ice.
VERESNYA
Osin distala farbi,
Їy richly cook up the requirement:
Leafing - Zhovtim that chervonim,
Sirim is the sky and Kalyuzh.
Zhovten
Dosch lle from the very wound,
Lie nibi from the wind,
І yak great kviti
Parasols are released.
****
M. Isakovsky
ASSUMN
The birth is tidied up, the hay is mowed,
We saw stubble and speka.
Stomping in the leaves knee-deep,
I know autumn to stand white in the yard.
Golden cops of straw
To lie on strums on colgospins.
I lads dearly know
Hurry up to school for a busy day.
****
A. Balonsky
In LISI
Circling the leaves over the path.
The forest is prosory and crimson.
Dobre blukati with a cat
Vzdovzh galyavin and galyavin!
We go, and under our feet
A little sherekh golden.
Smell of wet mushrooms
It smells of fresh fox.
I behind the foggy sickle
A river shines in the distance.
Rozstelila on galyavins
Osіnі zhovti shovku.
Through the needles of the fun
At Khashchi Yalinnik penetrated.
Good at watery yalinkas
Take a spring boletus!
There are red maples on the pagorbs
Alim was burned with fire.
Skіlki rizhikiv, opіnok
In a day, we'll collect from Guy!
Autumn walks like foxes.
Better tsієї no more ...
І in the cats we carry
Give generously.
Y. Kasparova
LEAF FALL
At the leaf fall of the forest animals
Fix doors at the minks.
Bury Vedmedic until spring
Sleep and sleep.
VERESNYA
Birds flew in the sky.
Why shouldn't he sit at home?
Ask їhnіy spring: "On pіvdnі
Hide yourself in the sight of the winter blizzard.”
Zhovten
Zhovten brought us gifts:
Having painted gardens and parks,
It became a leaf of nemov at the Kaztsi.
De zhin uzyav stіlki farbi?
I. Tokmakova
VERESNYA
Summer ends,
Summer ends!
I do not shine the sun,
And hovaєtsya here.
І dosch-per school student,
Trochy shy,
At the braid line
Line in the end.
Y. Kasparova
BASIC LEAVES
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are spinning
Yaskravim with a kilim, my legs kick.
Nibi zhahly stink occupied,
Green, red and gold.
Leafing maple, leafing oak,
Purple, red, burgundy.
I throw myself at the leaves uphill navmannya -
I can also control the fall of the leaves!
Autumn early
The yellow maple looks out into the lake,
I'm going to the dawn.
For nothing the earth froze,
The whole thing is with the silver.
Zapіznіly rudik shkiritsya,
A soft, evil squeeze.
On yoga frozen shkirts
Three drops of light.
Silence zlyakavshi anxiety
At the forest, which is wonderfully dreaming
Wander the elk guards,
Clay the weight of the bark.
****
M. Sadovsky
OSIN
The birches braided,
Maples caressed with their hands,
The cold winds have come,
Poplars flooded.
The verbi bet drooped,
Osiki trembled,
Dubi, majestic zavzhd,
We have become less.
Everything calmed down. It screeched.
drooped. Zhovklo.
Lishe yalinka garna
Improved before winter
****
O. Visotska
OSIN
autumn days,
There are big Kalyuzhs near the garden.
Remaining leaves
The cold wind is whirling.
He chews the leaves
He is red leaves.
Take it to hell
My leaves of difference!
Be in the room Garno,
Say mom to us "dakaya"!
****
Z. Oleksandrova
TO SCHOOL
Leafing, wait to fly,
A day worth of fun.
Carry out a kindergarten
Children at school.
Received tickets with us,
Birds are watching.
- You go upstairs
Read up to the first class.
Lyalki bag to sit
On an empty terrace.
Our cheerful children's garden
Guess in class.
Guess the city
A river in a distant field.
Aje mi tezh through river
We will be with you at the school.
Why should my mind not enter into my dreaming tod?
Derzhavin.
Zhovten already set up - already gai obtrushuє
Leave the leaves from your bare needles;
Breathing autumn cold - the road is freezing.
Murmuring more to live for mln strumok,
Ale, becoming already caught; susid my hurry up
At the vіd'їzhdzhі fields with their watering,
I suffer from winter like crazy fun,
And to wake up the bark of dogs, the forests fell asleep.
Now it's my time: I don't like spring;
I'm boring for me; smorid, brud - hanging ailments;
blood to roam; feel, the mind is tightly squeezed.
In Suvor winter I am more satisfied,
I love її snіg; at the presence of the moon
Yak is a light big sleigh with a girlfriend swedish and vіlniy,
If you are under a sable, the winter is fresh,
There you squeeze your hand, fell and tremtyachi!
Yak cheerfully, having sounded the feet of the host,
Kovzat on the mirror of standing, equal rivers!
And winter holy bliskі anxiety?
Ale needed to know that honor; pivroku snig and snig,
Aje tse nareshti and baggy barlog,
Vedmedyu, come on. It’s impossible for the whole century
Let us ride by the sleigh with young Armіdami
Abo sour white stoves behind the windows of the windows.
Oh, leto red! I love you bi
If it weren’t for baking, she drank, that mosquitoes, that flies.
You, all the spiritual vibes of the buffoons,
You torture us; like fields we suffer from drought;
If you don't like to drink, then refresh yourself -
We have no other thoughts, and Skoda in the old winter,
I, having spent її with mlints and wine,
Wake їy robimo frosty ice.
The days of spring autumn are barking,
Alemeni won’t be sweet, I’m reading dear,
Silent beauty, gleaming humbly.
So unloved is the child in the native land
To beat me up. Tell you the door
For three hours, I'm more than radiant,
She has a lot of good things; kohanets is not marnoslav,
I know about them, I am nimble.
How to explain? I'm getting out,
Yak, maybe, you are dry diva
Suitable for an hour. Condemned to death
Bіdolakh to heal without remembrance, without anger.
A grin on the lips that wilted, you can see;
Graveyard prіrvi won't feel the zіva;
Graє on the face of a red color.
Vaughn is alive today, not tomorrow.
It's time to freak out! oh enchantment!
Accept me your farewell beauty
I love writing in the nature,
At crimson and gold dressed foxes,
In their blues, the wind has noise and fresh breath,
And sweet shaggy sky open,
I early sun promise, and first frost,
And in the distant gray winter threats.
І z skin autumn I will open again;
My health is the Russian cold;
Until the sound of the buttya, I’m revisiting the kohannya:
Chergoy zlitaє dream, black to know hunger;
Easily and radiantly play in the heart of the blood,
Boiling bazhanya - I am new happy, young,
I renew my life again - such is my organism
(Let me go through some uncommon prose).
Lead a horse to me; at the rosedolly vіdkritoma,
Waving with a mane, carry the wine of the apex,
І dzvinko under yogo with a glittering hoard
Call the frozen valley and crack the ice.
Ale goes out a short day, and in a stone-filled fireplace
The fire will burn again - then it’s bright light,
That is right - and I read in front of him
I live in my soul for a long time.
I forget light - and in licorice silence
I'm licorice pricipleniya my vyavuyu,
I awaken poetry in me:
The soul is ashamed of lyrical praises,
Tremt and sound, and whisper, as if you were dreaming,
Vilitis nareshti with a free manifestation
And here, before me, there is an invisible rіy of guests,
Know for a long time, my fruit of the dream.
And thoughts in my head are hovering in the air,
I rimi legends nazustrich їm bіzhat,
I fingers ask to pen, pen to paper,
Hvilina and vіrshi freely flow.
So the unruly ship sleeps at the unruly volozi,
Hello! - sailors raptom throw, call
Uphill, down - and the window panes puffed out, winding down;
The community destroyed and spread the wind.
Plive. Where are we going to cry?
. . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . .
Pushkin, 1833
Afterwards:
And here, before me, there is an invisible rіy of guests,
Know for a long time, my fruit of the dream. -
the manuscript had an octave, included in the residual text:
Steel faces, gloomy sultans,
Chentsi, dwarfs, kings of Arabs,
Greek women with shorts, corsairs, bogdikhani,
Spaniards in єpanchs, live, rich,
The queens are full and the evil bellies.
I ve, lovers of my golden dawn, -
You, my pannochki, with good shoulders,
With smooth and important eyes.
Zhovten has already set in - vzhe guy obtrushuє
Leave the leaves from your bare needles;
Breathing autumn cold - the road is freezing.
Murmuring more to live for mln strumok,
Ale, becoming already caught; susid my hurry up
At the vіd'їzhdzhі fields with their watering,
I suffer from winter like crazy fun,
And to wake up the bark of dogs, the forests fell asleep.
II
Now it's my time: I don't like spring;I'm boring for me; smorid, brud - hanging ailments;
blood to roam; feel, the mind is tightly squeezed.
In Suvor winter I am more satisfied,
I love її snіg; at the presence of the moon
Yak is a light big sleigh with a girlfriend swedish and vіlniy,
If you are under a sable, the winter is fresh,
There you squeeze your hand, fell and tremtyachi!
III
Yak cheerfully, having sounded the feet of the host,Kovzat on the mirror of standing, equal rivers!
And winter holy bliskі anxiety?
Ale needed to know that honor; pivroku snig and snig,
Aje tse nareshti and baggy barlog,
Vedmedyu, come on. It’s impossible for the whole century
Let us ride by the sleigh with young Armіdami
Abo sour white stoves behind the skl podvіynim.
IV
Oh, leto red! I love you biIf it weren’t for baking, she drank, that mosquitoes, that flies.
You, all the spiritual vibes of the buffoons,
You torture us; like fields we suffer from drought;
If you don't like to drink, then refresh yourself.
We have no other thoughts, and Skoda in the old winter,
I, having spent її with mlints and wine,
Wake їy robimo frosty ice.
V
The days of spring autumn are barking,Alemeni won’t be sweet, I’m reading dear,
Silent beauty, gleaming humbly.
So unloved is the child in the native land
Pull me up to you. Tell you the door
For three hours, I'm more than radiant,
She has a lot of good things; kohanets is not marnoslav,
I know about them, I am nimble.
VI
How to explain? I'm getting out,Yak, maybe, you are dry diva
Suitable for an hour. Condemned to death
Bіdolakh to heal without remembrance, without anger.
A grin on the lips that wilted, you can see;
Graveyard prіrvi won't feel the zіva;
Graє on the face of a red color.
Vaughn is alive today, not tomorrow.
VII
It's time to freak out! oh enchantment!Accept me your farewell beauty
I love writing in the nature,
At crimson and gold dressed foxes,
In their blues, the wind has noise and fresh breath,
And sweet shaggy sky open,
I early sun promise, and first frost,
And in the distant gray winter threats.
VIII
І z skin autumn I will open again;My health is the Russian cold;
Until the sound of the buttya, I’m revisiting the kohannya:
Chergoy zlitaє dream, black to know hunger;
Easily and radiantly play in the heart of the blood,
Boiling bazhanya - I am new happy, young,
I renew my life of spawnings - such is my organism
(Let me go through some uncommon prose).
IX
Lead a horse to me; at the rosedolly vіdkritoma,Waving with a mane, carry the wine of the apex,
І dzvinko under yogo with a glittering hoard
To move the frozen valley and crack the ice.
Ale goes out a short day, and in a stone-filled fireplace
The fire will burn again - then it’s bright light,
That smoldering is proper - and I read in front of him
I live in my soul for a long time.
X
I forget light - and in licorice silenceI licorice sleep my womb,
I awaken poetry in me:
The soul is ashamed of lyrical praises,
Tremt and sound, and whisper, as if you were dreaming,
Vilitis nareshti with a free manifestation
And here, before me, there is an invisible rіy of guests,
Know for a long time, my fruit of the dream.
XI
And thoughts in my head are hovering in the air,І rimi lungs nazustrіch їm bіzhat,
I fingers ask to pen, pen to paper,
Hvilina and vіrshi freely flow.
So the unruly ship sleeps at the unruly volozi,
Hello! - sailors raptom throw, call
Uphill, down, and the windshields puffed out, winding down;
The community destroyed and spread the wind.
XII
Plive. Where are we to spit?........................................................
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