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

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

The sun of Russian poetry

One can not but say a few words about A.S. Pushkin. If you open a volume of his works, then you can choose poems about Russia, showing it from various sides. But one of the most remarkable, if to speak directly and impartially about the homeland, while calmly, without expression, ahov and ohov, then this is the "Ruddy Critic" (1830). In it, the poet drew the most accurate image, which in part survives to the present day: a miserable row of huts, a low sky with gray thick clouds, a pair of miserable trees near the fence, one of which stands absolutely without leaves, the other just waiting for the cold north wind, In the puddles. Even dogs can not be seen. Such desolation. "Where are the beauties?" Asks the author. And the gaze only sees an endless plain, sodden under the autumn rains black earth. Yes pathetic little muzhichku, who carries an armpit children's coffin, to sing it in the church and quickly bury. This is an honest poem about Russia, which does not need special comments. It contains all the truth and pain hidden under irony. The author is only 31 years old, and he does not close his eyes to anything. It will also be open to look and also honestly, but in a different way, to write poems about Russia the genius that appeared after Pushkin's death.

Let's talk about M. Lermontov

Leaving for the Caucasus, he bitterly bids farewell to an unwashed country, which, like A. Pushkin, is not washed with shampoos, the roads are full of impassable dirt. A hideous country with slavish obedience that permeated Russian society from top to bottom. Nikolaevskaya Russia is one of the most vile versions of the Byzantine Empire, where only a hint of the emperor's word is the law. He is told only what he wants to hear. There is no question of any human dignity with the apparatus of officials who all see and listen to everything and rush to race. This is not limited to poems about Russia from the poet. A few months later, in the Caucasus, he will look at her differently.

Surprise

Cold as a surgeon's scalpel, Lermontov's mind is silent at the thought of the steppe lands, where the grass is silent for centuries, about the ripples of boundless forests, about the floods of huge rivers like the sea. And her fame, drenched in blood, her proud peace and treasured, dark allegiances of deep antiquity do not respond in any way to the soul of the poet. He is close and dear to another - a country road, and not riding a horse, but in a simple cart, where you can lie down and look at the huge sky, gnaw a straw and wait for the lights in the sad windows of villages.

What else is dear to the poet

What is Lermontov writing next? Russia (the poem "Motherland") appears similar and unlike Pushkin's village, which was mentioned above. Can such a Russia, which the poet describes further, please a clean, well-intentioned burgher, who even has careful tracks in the woods? Never! It is powerful, and wild, and incomprehensible. And this frightens foreigners. But we will continue the analysis of the poem. Russia, more accurately rural Russia, which Lermontov loves, is represented by the smoke of stubble, the baggage that sleeps in the steppe, and a pair of white birches standing on a hill in the middle of a yellow field. He is happy to see a modest peasant prosperity - a full threshing floor. Even a poor hut with thatched roof, but not alien to aesthetics (carved shutters on the window), evokes in the soul a response, a joy. And what kind of a foreigner will be cold in the dewy evening until midnight to look at the holiday dances with stamping and whistling, to this riotous fun that can frighten its nemeryannoy force? All this is close and dear to the truly Russian soul, which knows nothing of anything. The soul is as wide as the expanse of it.

Aphorisms

Village Tyutcheva Ovstug very much to love the wide horizons, vast steppes, vast fields and virgin forests of Bryansk district. This all created the most poetic situation, which the poet did not forget either in foreign lands or in Petersburg. Here is how his eldest daughter Anna characterized him. He was a man with a fiery, brilliant mind, bravely soaring in the spheres of thought and especially imagination, but restless and unstable in the field of religious beliefs and moral principles. With age, he began aphoristically express his thoughts, creating small masterpieces of the quatrains.

Exceptional creation

As Schopenhauer said, "who clearly thinks, he clearly states." This can be attributed to all the quoted masterpiece - "The mind can not understand Russia" (Tyutchev). The poem is fully known to all, there is no doubt about it. Of course, it is associated with Pushkin's and Lermontov's understanding of the country. Lermontov, in spite of reason and reason, loved the Motherland, and in this quatrain it is said that the mind, when it comes to Russia, has nothing to do with it. It is very special. Western European standards are not suitable for it. Russia is neither west nor east. Way, as we have already seen, it has its own, in kinks and shocks. This showed the twentieth century. Three revolutions, even four, in one century, are not too many for one country? And now, when the next scrap has happened, the collapse of the fantastic idea of building a new and unprecedented world, what remains to be done in the era of timelessness? Only believe. As Tyutchev said. It's really true, in 17-30 years, Russia can not understand Russia's intellect (Tyutchev). The poem fully confirmed this. Then there was a spiritual upsurge on the basis of absolutely not a vital idea - building a society of universal equality. And how far did the poet want to look? Perhaps he is prophetic, and he was fond of mysticism, spinning tables, mediums, something he had foreseen in his 63 years.

Literature of the Silver Age

At the end of the 19th century, the old forms of the poetic word broke, and Bryusov stood at the origins of symbolism. Behind him went and surpassed him as a poet, and thinker, and seer Alexander Blok. The cycle "Motherland" was created for nine years. Block came to him two years after the first Russian revolution. In the cycle immediately after "On the field Kulikovo" is "Russia". Probably, it is not by chance that after the words that the heart can not live peacefully, the previously written poem "Russia" is located, and before it there is a call - "Pray!" What did Blok feel? "Russia" - a poem Piercingly tender, although the poet says that he can not spare his native side. However, his love and admiration for her are synonymous with pity. The first quatrain begins with the image of the road with loosened ruts. But the beauty that the people are trying to surround themselves everywhere is revealed in the painted spokes. And past the gray huts of the impoverished country flash past, and Blok's favorite wind sings Russian songs. And from this, tears come to my eyes, like the first tears of love (comparison), which painfully respond in the heart, and which can not be kept. He was born here and therefore bears his cross carefully. And the cross is given to us by force. That's what Block felt. "Russia" is a poem to some extent ruthless, because the lyrical hero agrees that the Motherland will give its beauty to someone whom it wants. But beauty is not simple - robbery. With such a deceiver can not cope. It just adds one more concern. But few of them, worries, happened? The homeland-woman is beautiful, but she hides her beauty for the time being with her patterned handkerchief, pushed to the very eyebrows. This is an analysis of the poem "Russia". It is still the same as that of Lermontov - a field and a forest. And then on the long road the impossible is possible (oxymoron). Let him just look from under his handkerchief. And let the long, long songs of coachman sound. Russia will cope with all adversities and covetousness. How? But who knows. Mind does not understand Russia. The poem fully agrees with Tyutchev's conclusions - one can only believe in Russia.

Century XIX, XX and XXI - political tendencies

These are three milestones in our history. When the feudal, then capitalist, fractures broke, and later they try to establish new legal and legal orders, but they, among other things, are based on Stolypin's proposals. That is, nothing new has been invented, but at least they could be implemented. But the most important thing that does not exist in the country right now is that there is no general inspiring idea for which people would like to go. Christianity in all countries is experiencing a period of extinction. And despite the fact that the Catholics are trying to revive him with a little fervor, it's practically impossible. Orthodoxy, which tries to support the government of our country, is also in a deep crisis. Are our spiritual shepherds going to the people? Did they meet at the rallies? Hardly ever. As a result, people do not form a religious consciousness. And if this is so, then it is replaced by paganism. We are trying to captivate the idea of eternal youth, advertising innovative means of wrinkles, from joint diseases, create a cult of the body, paint ourselves as savages, tattooing. We return to the origins, but on a new spiral turn. The poet in Russia once meant a lot, much more. Perhaps, someday a poem, poets of Russia will fill the soul of a Russian person with a new look at familiar things.