Everywhere shine everywhere bright light author. Depiction of the forest in Russian literature and painting. Analysis of the poem “Childhood” by Bunin

The hotter the day, the sweeter it is in the forest
Breathe in the dry, resinous aroma,
And I had fun in the morning
Wander through these sunny chambers!

Shine everywhere, bright light everywhere,
The sand is like silk... I’ll cling to the gnarled pine
And I feel: I’m only ten years old,
And the trunk is a giant, heavy, majestic.

The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,
But how warm, how warm everything is warmed by the sun!
And it seems that the smell is not pine,
And the heat and dryness of a sunny summer.

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There is an error in the last line of this excellent poem. It is printed: “And the heat and dryness of sunny summer.” It should be: “And the heat and dryness of sunlight.”

Since true poetry values ​​every word, and even more so the poetry of Ivan Alekseevich Bunin, this line should be corrected. This inaccuracy can be verified using the most complete 9-volume edition of Bunin's poems (1965). Volume 1, page 243.

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One of the most famous poems of Bunin's early work - "Childhood" - was written in a young age, when childhood, it seems, was still not far away, but, obviously, irrevocably. This article presents an analysis of the poem, as well as the history of its creation and the means of expression used.

"The hotter the day, the sweeter it is in the forest..."

Before analyzing this poem, it is necessary to refresh your memory of its lines. The poem is familiar to many from a young age:

The hotter the day, the sweeter it is in the forest

Breathe in the dry, resinous aroma,

And I had fun in the morning

Wander through these sunny chambers!

Shine everywhere, bright light everywhere,

The sand is like silk... I’ll cling to the gnarled pine

And I feel: I’m only ten years old,

And the trunk is a giant, heavy, majestic.

The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,

But it’s so warm, so warmed up by the sun!

And it seems that the smell is not pine,

And the heat and dryness of sunlight.

History of creation

Bunin wrote the poem “Childhood” in 1895 at the age of 25. This time in the poet’s biography is characterized by the beginning of serious creativity, the first publications and Bunin’s participation in the literary circle “Sreda”, whose regulars were also Maxim Gorky and Leonid Andreev. The first poetic confessions, serious colleagues - and suddenly Bunin writes this poem, filled with the triumph of the freshness of childhood impressions and longing for the time when “the trees were big.”

Ivan Bunin's childhood was happy. When the boy was four years old, the Bunin family moved to their family estate, located in Yeletsk district. From an early age, Ivan was surrounded by love, good upbringing and rich nature. As if from Shishkin’s paintings, dense coniferous forests appeared before the boy, shining in the glimmers of sunlight. Since childhood, gifted with subtle perception and rich imagination, Ivan often spent time in the forest - alone, with an invariable book under his arm, or accompanied by his tutor, Nikolai Romashkov, who had a significant influence on the early education of the future poet. Little Bunin is pictured below.

Most likely, standing on the threshold between twenty years of youth and the beginning of thirty years of maturity, between the obscurity of an aspiring poet and the fame of a famous one, Ivan Bunin indulged in memories of his childhood with particular nostalgia. Then everything was still ahead, and the pine forest could become a reliable shelter from any troubles that could happen in his childhood life.

The first publication of this poem took place only in 1906, eleven years after it was written.

Analysis of the work

The theme of Bunin's poem "Childhood" is nostalgia for the past, for a time when whole days could be spent carefree in the forest, and adult life, seeming very far away, and don’t think about it at all. The poem is written in the genre of a lyrical work using cross rhyme and in iambic tetrameter - thanks to it, the poem sounds fun and light, allowing you to imagine a carefree boy joyfully walking through the morning forest. The lyrical hero of the work is the author himself, his ultimate task is to talk about his love for nature, for the summer sun, but exactly as he felt it in childhood.

Expressive means

Main means artistic expression in Bunin's poem "Childhood" there is alliteration: each line uses several hissing and dull sounds, allowing you to hear the rustling of sand, the creaking of heavy trunks, the crunch of bark. Solid and soft sounds“l” - thanks to this, you can feel how bright light is pouring through the trees, how hot resin flows down the trunks of pine trees.

In addition to this, to expressive means should include metaphor (“sunny chambers”), simile (“sand is like silk”), personification (“majestic trunk”), lexical repetitions (“shine everywhere, bright light everywhere”, “like warmth, like everything is warmed by the sun”) and a huge number of enthusiastic epithets (“resinous aroma”, “sunny chambers”, “brilliance and bright light”, “trunk - heavy, majestic”, “ sunny summer"). It is exaggerated enthusiasm that allows you to feel genuine, sincere delight, which the human soul is capable of only in childhood.

Many poets of Russian literature have given us the opportunity to communicate with nature, with the captivating charm of the Russian forest.

We feel the attractive power of the forest when reading poems by poets of the 19th and 20th centuries and looking at the paintings of the great Russian painter Ivan Shishkin.

Ivan Alekseevich Bunin has a poem “Childhood”:

The hotter the day, the sweeter it is in the forest

Breathe in the dry, resinous aroma,

And I had fun in the morning

Wander through these sunny chambers.

Shine everywhere, bright light everywhere,

Sand is like silk

I’ll cling to the gnarled pine tree -

And I feel: I’m only ten years old,

And the trunk is a giant, heavy, majestic.

The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,

But it’s so warm, so warmed up by the sun,

And it seems that it’s not pine that smells,

And the heat and dryness of a sunny summer.

The mood of this poem is joyful, upbeat, and it is probably born on a clear sunny morning, when life seems endless and beautiful, promises new discoveries, and the best seems yet to come.

The pictures presented in this poem are all permeated with light. Young green needles glisten cheerfully in the sun, and old, red ones flicker dimly on dry branches, visible here and there among the undergrowth: on the ground you can still see blackened open old cones. In the forest, the peppy voice of a woodpecker echoes animatedly. The forest seems to me like a beautiful Palace of Nature.

It is no coincidence that the poet calls it “sunny chambers.” Tall and straight pines, with their curly tops reaching straight into the blue sky, seem to be majestic columns on which the glare of the sun joyfully plays. The entire poem is permeated sunlight and the smell of pine needles, like the pine forest itself. From the very first lines of the poem, the light of the sun and the smell of heated pine needles enter our imagination. The poet talks about “sunny chambers”, lawns of light throughout the forest (“There is shine everywhere, there is bright light everywhere”), about tree trunks heated by the sun (“The bark is rough, wrinkled, red, / But how warm, how everything is warmed by the sun”), about “the heat and dryness of the sun”, about how sweet it is to “breathe the dry resinous aroma.”

It gives the impression of a festive pine forest. This impression arises thanks to the same sunlight, “which gives everything a festive “shine.”

Comparing pine forest with “chambers”, sand with silk (“sand like silk”), pine trees with majestic “giants” creates a feeling of something incredibly beautiful, joyful and regal.

The forest amazes not only I. A. Bunin with its grandeur and beauty.

The wonderful artist Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin was a magnificent singer of the Russian forest. This outstanding painter was an unsurpassed connoisseur of his native nature. I. I. Shishkin recognized and fell in love with Russian nature in childhood and early youth, wandering through the forests, admiring the wide distances from the windows of his father’s house.

All the artist’s works are dedicated to Russian nature. He was guided by the firm conviction that nature itself, and the artist’s task is to tirelessly and lovingly study it, and convey it as accurately as possible. No one before Shishkin had studied so carefully, in all details, the trees of the forests of the Central Russian strip. “Forest hero” - that’s what Shishkin’s fellow artists called him. In many of his paintings we see harsh and cheerful, gloomy and light coniferous forests. "Pinery. Mast forest in the Vyatka province", "Pine forest", "Pines illuminated by the sun", "Coniferous forest. Sunny Day", "Ship Grove".

Any of these paintings could become an illustration for Bunin’s poem: they are all imbued with light, warmth and a joyful attitude. But still, the painting “Coniferous Forest. Sunny day" (1895), "On sandy ground. Study" (1889 or 1890) and "Pines illuminated by the sun. Study” (1886) We highlight the first (“Coniferous forest. Sunny day”), because it is in it that the forest resembles sunny chambers in its precise alternation of slender trunks, which line up in front of us, inviting us into the depths of the forest, into sunny bright glades. I like the painting, “On Sandy Ground,” for the feeling of fresh, clean pine air that pours through the trees and plays on the soft golden sand (I can’t help but remember Bunin’s line: “Sand is like silk”), it seems as if you are standing in a lowland and looking at a hill, along which cheerful pines, warmed by the sun, run towards the sky. Well, “Pines illuminated by the sun” is so voluminous, tactile, warm that you want to press your cheek to their bark and feel dizzying bliss and happiness from living from the warmth, aroma of pine needles and light. Two tall pines, from which long, lush shadows stretch, which are the center of the entire composition, seem like a majestic entrance to the “sunny chambers”.

And here is another poem by I. Bunin - “In the Forest”

Along a dark forest path,

Where the bluebells bloom

Under the light and through shadow

The bushes guide me.

It's half-light and the smell is spicy

Dry leaves, and in the distance

The forest opens into a clearing

To the peaceful valley and river.

("In the forest")

The poetic image of the forest in Bunin’s poem is similar to the forest in I. Shishkin’s painting “Pine Forest. Mast forest in Vyatka province"

Another Russian poet, Ivan Surikov, praises the forest as a place where there is expanse of colorful herbs, silence, and mystery. In fact, this is a hymn to summer with its lush green trees, cheerful sun, and the fragrant miracle of strawberry forest glades.

The sun is shining brightly,

There's warmth in the air

And wherever you look,

Everything around is light.

The meadow is colorful

Bright flowers;

Covered in gold

Dark sheets.

The forest sleeps:

Not a sound -

The leaf doesn't rustle

Only a lark

There's a ringing in the air.

This poem clearly resonates with Ivan Shishkin’s painting “Edge of a Deciduous Forest,” where we see a fragrant forest clearing in which we just want to run, relax and enjoy the fresh forest air.

In Afanasy Fet’s poem “Rain,” one can hear an anxious mood from an approaching thunderstorm with downpour in the forest.

The curtain moves, swinging,

And as if in gold dust

Behind it stands the edge of the forest.

Two drops splashed on my face,

And something approached the forest,

Drumming on fresh leaves.

("Rain")

In I. Shishkin’s painting “Rain in an Oak Forest” we look with alarm at the dark blue thundercloud covering the sky. Huddled under an umbrella, we wander along with other people in the pouring rain along a damp, sodden forest road.

If in the poems of I. Bunin, I. Surikov A. Fet the forest is depicted with lush green trees, then in the poem by M. Lermontov “In the Wild North” a winter, lonely pine is seen.

It's lonely in the wild north

There is a pine tree on the bare top.

And dozes, swaying, and snow falls

She is dressed like a robe.

And she dreams of everything in the distant desert

In the region where the sun rises,

Alone and sad on a burning cliff.

A beautiful palm tree is growing.

The poem evokes sadness, sadness and lyrical mood. This is emphasized by the words “In the wild north stands alone on a bare peak.”

I imagine a picture: a lonely pine tree, covered with snow, towers on a cliff above the tops of the northern forests. The snow glistens silver in the moonlight. The pine tree is cold and lonely. These poetic lines of M. Lermontov inspired the Russian landscape painter I. I. Shishkin to create the painting “In the Wild North”

The artist skillfully conveyed the mood created in the poem. The picture is dominated by cold tones. Lots of blue purple, bluish-green shades.

If we compare the pines described by Bunin with the pine created by Lermontov’s imagination, then it should be noted that Bunin’s pines bring joy to people, it’s fun and bright in the forest, everywhere sunlight, shine. Bunin pines, although huge, are majestic, their trunks are warm, and their resinous aroma is pleasant. They are closely associated with wonderful childhood and summer memories. Lermontov's Pine is lyrical, sad, lonely. She emanates coldness, melancholy and loneliness. It's a pity that she's alone on the bare rock. The snow covered her, decorated her, but did not bring her joy. A person would also be very sad and lonely next to this pine tree.

Each poet shows us pine trees in his own way. The poetic and artistic images of these trees create different moods in us. We are convinced of how the poetic word of I. A. Bunin, I. Surikov, A. Fet affects us. And the artist I. I. Shishkin, with his paintings, enhanced the sound of poetic lines.

Russian forest in prose and painting by I. Shishkin.

Observing the life of the Russian forest, one cannot help but recall Shishkin’s painting “Morning in a Pine Forest” and the stories of G. Skrebitsky, V. Bianki, an excerpt from G. Skrebitsky’s story “An Unexpected Acquaintance”

“What fun! A large frog sits on the ground in front of the bear cub.

She apparently only recently woke up from hibernation.

The bear cub stretches his paw towards her, the frog makes a big leap to the side. The bear takes this for a game. He, too, jumps awkwardly after the frog. So they get to the nearest puddle. The frog jumps into the water, and the bear cub puts his paw in it, pulls it away, shakes it and looks in surprise where his new friend has gone. I can’t take my eyes off how beautiful he is, so soft, fat, and clumsy. I want to pick him up and cuddle him, wrestle with him like a kitten. I can’t believe it’s a wild animal.”

After reading this passage, a cheerful, restless and clumsy bear cub appears. A.I. Shishkin depicted his cubs on an early summer morning, among the mighty pines. They crawled out from under the fallen tree. Two of them are playing, tumbling on a tree fallen by a storm. And the third little bear does not play with his brothers. He is the most clumsy and clubfooted. He climbed onto the trunk of another fallen tree and peered into the distance, listening to something. The bear cubs depicted by Shishkin and Skrebitsky are very observant, we saw their characters and the habits of the animals.

And here is how the writer I. Sokolov - Mikitov, our fellow countryman, spoke about the pine forest. “The clean pine forest is very good and beautiful. Whether you were walking or driving, it used to be that you would see through an old pine forest - like tall, clean, huge pines, the trunks of old trees towering above your head. The rays of the sun break through the high green peaks soaring into the sky. Light, golden bunnies play on tree trunks covered with cracked thick bark. Smells of resin and earth. Quietly in the old pine forest, occasionally a hazel grouse will fly up, a woodpecker will fly over the road. Green cedar peaks bathe in the high sky.”

The pine forests of I. Sokolov - Mikitov and I. Shishkin are similar, because in the picture you can also see how Sun rays The tops of the mighty pines are gilded. These trees are tall and powerful, it seems that they touch the sun with their crooked and outstretched branches. Cool, light in the empty pine thicket.

For his painting “Morning in a Pine Forest” I. Shishkin chose just such a wilderness, because only here bear cubs can play carefree, they are protected by a dense, empty forest, where no human has ever set foot. Initially, there were no bear cubs in the picture, the artist painted them much later, thereby he revived his picture, it was filled not only with light, but also with sounds. Nothing can be violated in this world, let it be as beautiful and full of secrets.

In “Notes of a Hunter” by I. S. Turgenev, nature subjugates a person not only with its mystery, not only with its indifference, but also with its vitality, health and power. This is nature in the story “Forest and Steppe,” which closes the cycle. A story about a forest and a steppe with various, important and solemn events in their lives, with the change of seasons, day and night, heat and dreams - this is at the same time a story about a person whose spiritual image is determined by this natural life.

In describing the forest, Turgenev uses many colors: dark gray sky; trees bathed in shadow; the pond barely smokes; the edge of the sky turns red; the air brightens, the road becomes clearer; the sky is clearing; the clouds are turning white; the fields are green; in the huts the splinters burn like fire.

In addition to colors, there are many different sounds in the forest: the restrained, unclear whisper of the night is heard; every sound seems to stand in frozen air, stands and does not pass, the cart knocked loudly; sparrows chirp; Sleepy voices are heard outside the gates; the larks sing loudly; lapwings fly screaming; the sonorous clang of the scythe is heard behind you, etc.

This is the skill of I. Turgenev. He knows how to “peer and listen” to nature.

“Here is the forest. Shadow and silence. Stately aspens babble high above you; the long, hanging branches of the birches barely move; a mighty oak tree stands like a fighter next to a beautiful linden tree. You are driving along a green path dotted with shadows; large yellow flies hang motionless in the golden air and suddenly fly away; midges curl in a column, lighter in the shade, darker in the sun; the birds sing peacefully. The golden voice of the robin sounds with innocent, chatty joy: it goes to the smell of lilies of the valley. Further, further, deeper into the forest And how beautiful this same forest is in late autumn, when the woodcocks arrive!

They stay in the middle of nowhere: you need to look for them along the edge of the forest. There is no wind, and there is no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement, no noise; an autumn smell, similar to the smell of wine, is diffused in the soft air; a thin fog stands in the distance above yellow fields. Through the bare, brown branches of the trees the motionless sky peacefully whitens; Here and there the last golden leaves hang on the linden trees. The damp earth is elastic underfoot; the tall dry blades of grass do not move; long threads glisten on the pale grass. The chest breathes calmly, but a strange anxiety enters the soul. You walk along the edge of the forest, you look after the dog, and meanwhile your favorite images, your favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind, long-dormant impressions suddenly awaken; the imagination soars and flutters like a bird, and everything moves so clearly and stands before the eyes. The heart will suddenly tremble and beat, passionately rush forward, then it will irrevocably drown in memories. All life unfolds easily and quickly, like a whistle; A person owns all his past, all his feelings, his powers, his entire soul. And nothing around him bothers him - no sun, no wind, no noise.”

Such a Russian forest, in which “stately aspens babble”, long hanging branches of birches move and a mighty oak stands like a fighter, next to a beautiful linden tree is also in I. Shishkin’s painting “Edge of a Deciduous Forest”

Conclusion.

We saw a poetic and artistic image of the forest. Each poet shows us the forest in his own way, the images of trees create different moods in us. If the poems of I. Bunin and I. Surikov create the impression of festivity from the pine forest, then the poems of M. Lermontov and I. Fet evoke a sad, melancholy mood.

The forest also amazed the remarkable artist Ivan Shishkin with its grandeur, whose paintings with images enhance the sound of poetic lines. We see harsh and mysterious, fabulous and dense forests, with centuries-old and spreading, straight and golden pines.

In Russian literature and painting there are still quite a lot of poetic lines dedicated to the forest, and paintings depicting the forest. I will continue to observe with interest the secrets and greatness of the Russian forest in poetry and painting.

The hotter the day, the sweeter it is in the forest
Breathe in the dry, resinous aroma,
And I had fun in the morning
Wander through these sunny chambers!

Shine everywhere, bright light everywhere,
The sand is like silk... I’ll cling to the gnarled pine
And I feel: I’m only ten years old,
And the trunk is a giant, heavy, majestic.

The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,
But it’s so warm, so warmed up by the sun!
And it seems that the smell is not pine,
And the heat and dryness of sunlight.

Analysis of the poem “Childhood” by Bunin

Childhood is the best time of human life. It is in childhood that people learn to open their souls to beauty. I. A. Bunin’s poem “Childhood” conveys sincere delight from the feeling of unity with nature.

The work was written by a twenty-five-year-old writer in 1895, and it was published only 11 years later. This period of his work was very fruitful and eventful, but still I. A. Bunin yearned for his own childish spontaneity and easy perception of the world.

Genre, theme and idea

By genre the poem belongs to landscape lyrics. Its theme is a description of the impressions of a walk in a sunny forest. Bunin's idea is to show how nature can return a child's worldview and sensitivity.

Main motive and images

The poem is imbued with a cheerful mood. This is confirmed by the words: “I had fun...”. In “Childhood” two main images can be distinguished:

• the image of a lyrical hero who momentarily returns to childhood;
• the image of a pine tree, which acts as a symbol of all native nature.

These two images are contrasted by age (“...I’m only ten years old, // And the trunk is a giant, heavy, majestic”). Despite this, they are one whole: “I’ll cling to the pine tree...”.

Composition

“Childhood” consists of three quatrains:

• the first stanza describes the sunny forest in which the lyrical hero walks;
• the second stanza tells how he clung “to a gnarled pine tree”;
• the third stanza describes the rough but warm trunk of a pine tree.

Rhythmic structure

The work is written in iambic pentameter with cross rhyme. This two-syllable meter is easy to understand and understand.

Artistic media

• words that convey odors: “dry resinous aroma”, “smells”;
• words conveying sunlight and heat: “hotter”, “through... solar chambers”, “shine everywhere”, “bright light everywhere”, “The bark... is warm, so warmed up by the sun!”, “the heat of... sunlight”;
• sound recording: repetition of hissing and sounds [s] and [t];
• similes: “Sand is like silk...”;
• metaphor: the forest is compared to a palace (“across these sunny chambers”);
• epithets: “heavy, majestic”, “sweeter”, “fun”;
• exclamatory sentences in the first and third stanzas.

Thus, I. A. Bunin deliberately created an atmosphere of exaggerated enthusiasm in the poem, allowing one to feel unfeigned admiration for nature. The human soul is capable of such admiration only in childhood.

The hotter the day, the sweeter it is in the forest
Breathe in the dry, resinous aroma,
And I had fun in the morning

The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,
But how warm, how warm everything is by the sun!
And it seems that the smell is not pine,
And the heat and dryness of a sunny summer.

School analysis of I. A. Bunin’s poem “Childhood”

Ivan Alekseevich Bunin's poem "Childhood" was written in adulthood and contains memories from the poet's childhood. The author is the hero of the work. Plunging into memories, he shares with readers feelings that are very dear to him.

The poem is filled with vivid impressions of communicating with nature.

Feature of this work is a fascinating story. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin walks in the forest. A feeling of nostalgia takes him back to his childhood, when as a boy he often walked among the tall pines.

When telling a story about a trip to the forest, Ivan Alekseevich Bunin uses the means of artistic representation. His speech remains simple, accessible, and at the same time the poet decorates his story with unusual words.

The metaphor that appears in the first quatrain conveys the poet’s mood. He talks about the richness and beauty of nature, comparing the forest to a palace:

And I had fun in the morning
Wander through these sunny chambers!

Now, when a young man who has discovered his talent as a poet comes to the forest again, he can convey sweet moments of communication with nature. These feelings make him go back to the past:

Shine everywhere, bright light everywhere,
The sand is like silk... I’ll cling to the gnarled pine
And I feel: I’m only ten years old,
And the trunk is a giant, heavy, majestic.

The device of antithesis used in the third quatrain speaks of the strength of the poet’s connection with his native land. He is not saddened by the roughness of the pine bark. He is full of bright experiences, noticing how beautiful everything around him is.

The idea of ​​this work is to show the untouched beauty of nature. Let many events happen in a person’s life, he grows up, learns a lot about the world around him, makes new acquaintances, and becomes part of society. But with him remain sweet dreams of a cozy corner of nature, where there is summer, heat, tall pine trees and a pleasant warm aroma.