Read poetry on this page “What a wild gorge...” Russian poet Fedora Tyutcheva written in 1836 year.

What a wild gorge...

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F.I. Tyutchev. Complete collection of poems.
Leningrad, "Soviet Writer", 1957.

Themes of the poem

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Select verses... December 1, 1837 (So it is destined here...) May 11, 1869 (All of us gathered...) April 12, 1865 (Everything is decided...) 1856 (We stand blindly... ) February 19, 1864 (And silent...) January 29, 1837 (From whose hand...) Encyclica Mala aria Memento Silentium! ..) To Prince P. A. Vyazemsky When in a circle of murderous worries... When decrepit forces... When there is no God's consent... When you are eighteen years old... Columbus The feast is over, the choirs have fallen silent... The horse of the sea Whoever you are, but when you meet her... Swan Summer evening Summer 1854 Leaves To my dear daddy! .. Today, friend, fifteen years have passed... I sit thoughtfully and alone... The sun is shining, the waters are sparkling... To the Slavs (They scream, they threaten...) To the Slavs (Greetings to you, dear brothers...) Tears human, oh human tears... Look how the west flared up... Look how on the river expanse... Look how the grove turns green... Snowy mountains Modern Dream at sea Means and goal The royal son dies in Nice... So, in life there are moments... Gray shadows mixed together... Now you have no time for poetry... Quietly flowing in the lake... On a quiet night, late summer... How long will you be behind the fog... You, wave my sea... Alas, what of our ignorance... A terrible dream weighed down on us... Russia cannot be understood with the mind... Calm The biza has calmed down... Breathing easier... Morning in the mountains Charon Fountain and Kachenovsky Cicero Enchantress Winter. .. Whatever life teaches us... What did you pray with love... Black Sea Your palace, the savior, I see, is decorated... What are you bowing over the waters... These poor villages... Yu.F .Abase (So - harmonic instruments...) I met you - and everything of the past... I knew her even then... I am a Lutheran, I love worship... I knew the eyes - oh, those eyes!.. I remember golden time...

Select verses... December 1, 1837 (So it is destined here...) May 11, 1869 (All of us gathered...) April 12, 1865 (Everything is decided...) 1856 (We stand blindly... ) February 19, 1864 (And silent...) January 29, 1837 (From whose hand...) Encyclica Mala aria Memento Silentium! ..) To Prince P. A. Vyazemsky When in a circle of murderous worries... When decrepit forces... When there is no God's consent... When you are eighteen years old... Columbus The feast is over, the choirs have fallen silent... The horse of the sea Whoever you are, but when you meet her... Swan Summer evening Summer 1854 Leaves To my dear daddy! .. Today, friend, fifteen years have passed... I sit thoughtfully and alone... The sun is shining, the waters are sparkling... To the Slavs (They scream, they threaten...) To the Slavs (Greetings to you, dear brothers...) Tears human, oh human tears... Look how the west flared up... Look how on the river expanse... Look how the grove turns green... Snowy mountains Modern Dream at sea Means and goal The royal son dies in Nice... So, in life there are moments... Gray shadows mixed together... Now you have no time for poetry... Quietly flowing in the lake... On a quiet night, late summer... How long will you be behind the fog... You, wave my sea... Alas, what of our ignorance... A terrible dream weighed down on us... Russia cannot be understood with the mind... Calm The biza has calmed down... Breathing easier... Morning in the mountains Charon Fountain and Kachenovsky Cicero Enchantress Winter. .. Whatever life teaches us... What did you pray with love... Black Sea Your palace, the savior, I see, is decorated... What are you bowing over the waters... These poor villages... Yu.F .Abase (So - harmonic instruments...) I met you - and everything of the past... I knew her even then... I am a Lutheran, I love worship... I knew the eyes - oh, those eyes!.. I remember golden time...

“What a wild gorge!...” Fyodor Tyutchev

What a wild gorge!
The key is running towards me -
He's in a hurry for a housewarming party...
I climb up to where the spruce stands.

So I climbed to the top,
I’m sitting here, joyful and quiet...
You are the key to the people, you are in a hurry to the valley -
Try what it's like for them!

Analysis of Tyutchev’s poem “What a wild gorge!...”

Mountains are one of the most important images in Tyutchev’s landscape lyrics. They occupy a key place in a number of poems. Among them are “Alps”, “”, “Morning in the Mountains”. According to the literary critic Pumpyansky, mountain landscapes make it possible to most clearly reveal the idea of ​​​​the dual worlds of nature and demonstrate the correlation of spheres. In lyrics, mountains are usually depicted as the oldest part of the earthly world. On the one hand, it is rooted in the earth, on the other, it rises above it. The world of peaks, as a rule, is perceived as alien to humans. It is considered to be the space of spirits. At night this world is incredibly scary, during the day it is bright.

The poem “What a wild gorge!..” is also dedicated to the mountains, the exact time of which is not clear. The approximate dating, usually indicated by researchers of Tyutchev’s work, is the 1830s. In the work you can see the vertical dimension of the landscape, characteristic of Fyodor Ivanovich’s natural lyrics. Readers are presented with two opposing movements. The hero heads up, and at the same time the stream flows down with him. The first movement is obscured by the poet, the second, on the contrary, is emphasized in various ways. This can be seen even in the example of the opening stanza. The opening line of the poem indicates the location of the action - a wild gorge. Then we talk about a stream running towards the lyrical hero and hurrying to the valley for a housewarming party. Only in the finale of the first quatrain is a man mentioned climbing up where the spruce tree stands. In the second stanza, the movement towards the top stops. The hero finds himself at his destination. At the same time, the stream continues to flow - it hurries towards people, into the valley.

In Tyutchev's lyrics, movement is often associated with water. The emergence of this pair is easy to explain. For the poet, water is the source of life, and therefore of movement. Sometimes the lyrical heroes of Fyodor Ivanovich’s poems talk to water, which can be observed in the text under consideration. At the end of the work “What a wild gorge!..” the person directly addresses the key: “...Try what it’s like for them!”

The poem combines the features of landscape and philosophical lyrics. In it, the poet talks about the main meaning of human existence. The feat of an individual is to learn to live on earth for the allotted time without losing heart. The path to the top is a lifetime of work. Rising to the top, the lyrical hero strives to cognize the hidden principles of existence, go to another world, and renounce passions.

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What a wild gorge!
The key is running towards me -
He's in a hurry for a housewarming party...
I climb up to where the spruce stands.

So I climbed to the top,
I’m sitting here, joyful and quiet...
You are the key to the people, you are in a hurry to the valley -
Try what it's like for them!

Mountains are one of the most important images in Tyutchev’s landscape lyrics. They occupy a key place in a number of poems. Among them are “Alps”, “Even though I built a nest in the valley...”, “Morning in the mountains”. According to the literary critic Pumpyansky, mountain landscapes make it possible to most clearly reveal the idea of ​​​​the dual worlds of nature and demonstrate the correlation of spheres. In lyrics, mountains are usually depicted as the oldest part of the earthly world. On the one hand, it is rooted in the earth, on the other, it rises above it. The world of peaks, as a rule, is perceived as alien to humans. It is considered to be the space of spirits. At night this world is incredibly scary, during the day it is bright.

The poem “What a wild gorge!..” is also dedicated to the mountains, the exact time of which is not clear. The approximate dating, usually indicated by researchers of Tyutchev’s work, is the 1830s. In the work you can see the vertical dimension of the landscape, characteristic of Fyodor Ivanovich’s natural lyrics. Readers are presented with two opposing movements. The hero heads up, and at the same time the stream flows down with him. The first movement is obscured by the poet, the second, on the contrary, is emphasized in various ways. This can be seen even in the example of the opening stanza. The opening line of the poem designates the location of the action - a wild gorge. Then we talk about a stream running towards the lyrical hero and hurrying to the valley for a housewarming party. Only in the finale of the first quatrain is a man mentioned climbing up where the spruce tree stands. In the second stanza, the movement towards the top stops. The hero finds himself at his destination. At the same time, the stream continues to flow - it hurries towards people, into the valley.

In Tyutchev's lyrics, movement is often associated with water. The emergence of this pair is easy to explain. For the poet, water is the source of life, and therefore of movement. Sometimes the lyrical heroes of Fyodor Ivanovich’s poems talk to water, which can be observed in the text under consideration. At the end of the work “What a wild gorge!..” the person directly addresses the key: “...Try what it’s like for them!”

The poem combines the features of landscape and philosophical lyrics. In it, the poet talks about the main meaning of human existence. The feat of an individual is to learn to live on earth for the allotted time without losing heart. The path to the top is a lifetime of work. Rising to the top, the lyrical hero strives to cognize the hidden principles of existence, go to another world, and renounce passions.