Analysis of the poem of Nekrasova Autumn. Poeulthen Railway
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"Railway"
Vanya (in Kucher Armenia).
Dad! Who built this road?
Dad (in a coat on a red lining),
Count Peter Andreevich Kleinmichel, Downtown!
Conversation in the car
Nice autumn! Healthy, poorer
The air is tired of the power of Bodriti;
Ice faster on the student river
As if as melting sugar lies;
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves fade still did not have time
Yellow and fresh lie, like a carpet.
Nice autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days ...
No ugly in nature! And Kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps
Everything is good under the shine lunar,
Everywhere the birth of Rus I recognize ...
I quickly fly on cast iron rails,
I think my duma ...
Good dad! What in charm
Smart Vanya keep?
You allow me when lunar shine
The truth is to show him.
This work, Vanya, was scary hassle
Not on the shoulder one!
There is a king in the world: this king is merciless
Hunger name to him.
He drives the army; in the sea by courts
Rules; The artist rises people
Walks behind the plow, stands behind the shoulders
Kamenests, weaver.
He drove the masses of folk.
Many - in a terrible struggle,
To life, appealing these fucks barley,
The coffin has gained here.
Straight Road: Narrow mound,
Stakes, rails, bridges.
And on the sides, all the bones of the Russian ...
How many of them! Vanya, do you know?
Chu! Exclamant heard terrible!
Topot and crossed teeth;
The shadow came to the glasses of frost ...
What is there? The crowd of the dead!
Then overtake the road pig-iron,
That parties run.
Do you hear singing? .. "On the night of this moon
Anyone see your work!
We died under the heat, under the cold,
With ever bent back
Lived in dugouts, fighting with hunger,
Merzley and Mokley, sick in Qing.
Robbed us addresses in the foreman,
SELLY BURNERY, pressed the need ...
We all have undergone, God's warriors,
Peaceful children of labor!
Brothers! You are our fruits!
We are in the ground to think destined ...
Whether all of us, poor, good commemorate
Or forgot long? .. "
Do not be horribly their singing wild!
From Volkhov, with Mother Volga, from Oka,
From different ends of the state of the Great -
It's all your brothers - men!
Shame to rob, close the glove,
You're not small! .. Rus with hair,
You see, it is worth it, I can be lighted
Tall patient Belarusian:
Lips bloodless, eyelids fallen,
Ulcers on skinny hands
Forever in the water knee-standing
Legs swollen; Cholodun in the hair;
Yamoy the chest that carefully
From day to day, ran the entire age ...
You look at him, Vanya, carefully:
It's hard to get my bread!
Did not disperse his back hump
He and now else: stupidly silent
And mechanically rusty blades
Merzloy earth is hammering!
This habit of work noble
We would not be impaired with you ...
Bless the work of the people
And learn the peasant to respect.
Yes, not Roby for the depletion of the kind ...
Ruled Russian people enough
Made this road iron -
I will lead everything that the Lord is either sent!
Will lead everything - and widespread, clear
Breastway will pave myself.
It is a pity - to live a beautiful one
I don't have to - neither to me nor to you.
At this moment, the whistle is deafening
Skilled - the crowd of the dead was disappeared!
"I saw, dad, I'm a dream amazing, -
Vanya said - thousand five men,
Russian tribes and breeds Representatives
Suddenly appeared - and he told me:
"Here they are - our road builders! .."
Got a general!
"I was recently in the walls of the Vatican,
By the colision, two nights wandered,
I saw in the Vienna of St. Stephen,
What ... All this people created?
I'm sorry for me laugh this daring
Logic is your little dick.
Or for you Apollo Belvedere
Worse than bake pot?
Here are your people - these terms and baths,
Miracle of Art - He all cleaned! "-
"I'm not talking for you, but for Vani ..."
But the general did not objected:
"Your Slavs, Anglo Sax and Germany
Do not create - destroy the masters
Barbarians! Wild crest drunk! ..
However, it's time to vanya;
You know, the spectacle of death, sadness
Children's heart perturbed.
You would have shown the child now
Light face ... "
Glad to show!
Listen, my cute: Works Fathers
Cumbenage - German lines puts.
Dead in the ground buried; sick
Hidden in dugouts; Working people
Tight gurboy at the office gathered ...
Circling firmly, they are:
Every Contractor should have remained,
Steel in a penny Walking days!
Everyone entered the foreman in the book -
Whether he took a bath, whether the patient lay:
"Maybe there is a Terecheric Lushka,
Yes, here, then you! .. "waved her hand ...
In the blue caftan - a venerable labaznik,
Thick, additive, red, like copper,
Driving contractor on the holiday,
Drives your work to see.
Celebrated people are broken by Chinno ...
Sweat otirate
And he says, occupying picture:
"Okay ... Neshto ... Well done! .. Well done! ..
With God, now at home, - Probravalya!
(Shadow's caps - if I say!)
Barrel worker wines exhibiting
And - I give an arrears! .. "
Someone "Hurray" shouted. Picked up
Louder, more friendly, longer ... Look:
With the song of the foreman barrel rolled ...
Here and the lazy could not resist!
Rectaging the people of horses - and Kupchina
With a cry "Hurray!" On the way I remembered ...
It seems difficult to make an express picture
Draw, General? ..
"Nice autumn! Healthy, crooked ... "(excerpt from the poem" Railway ")
Nice autumn! Healthy, kernel
The air is tired of the power of Bodriti;
Frequently faster on the river of the jetty
As if as melting sugar lies;
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not had time to overlook
Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet ...
Nice autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days ...
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Nice autumn! Healthy, poorer
The air is tired of the power of Bodriti;
Ice faster on the student river
As if as melting sugar lies;
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves fade still did not have time
Yellow and fresh lie, like a carpet.
Nice autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days ...
No ugly in nature! And Kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps
Everything is good under the shine lunar,
Everywhere the birth of Rus I recognize ...
I quickly fly on cast iron rails,
I think my duma ...
Good dad! What in charm
Smart Vanya keep?
You allow me when lunar shine
The truth is to show him.
This work, Vanya, was terribly gromen -
Not on the shoulder one!
There is a king in the world: this king is merciless
Hunger name to him.
He drives the army; in the sea by courts
Rules; The artist rises people
Walks behind the plow, stands behind the shoulders
Kamenests, weaver.
He drove the masses of folk.
Many - in a terrible struggle,
In life appealed these fucks barley,
The coffin has gained here.
Straight Road: Narrow mound,
Stakes, rails, bridges.
And on the sides, all the bones of the Russian ...
How many of them! Vanya, do you know?
Chu, the exclamation heard the Terrible!
Topot and crossed teeth;
The shadow came to the glasses of frost ...
What is there? The crowd of the dead!
Then overtake the road pig-iron,
That parties run.
Do you hear singing? ... "On the night of this moon,
Anyone see your work!
We died under the heat, under the cold,
With ever bent back
Lived in dugouts, fighting with hunger,
Merzley and Mokley, painted Tsynga.
Robbed us addresses in the foreman,
SELLY BURNERY, pressed the need ...
We all started, God's warriors,
Peaceful children of labor!
Brothers! You are our fruits!
We are in the ground to think destined ...
Whether all of us, poor, good commemorate
Or forgot long? ... "
Do not be horribly their singing wild!
From Volkhov, with Mother Volga, from Oka,
From different ends of the state of the Great -
It's all! Your brothers - Men!
Shame to rob, close the glove,
You're not small! .. Rus with hair,
You see, it is worth it, I can be lighted
Tall, patient Belarusian:
Lips bloodless, eyelids fallen,
Ulcers on skinny hands
Forever in the water knee-standing
Legs swollen; Cholodun in the hair;
Yamoy the chest that carefully
From day to day, ran the entire age ...
You look at him, Vanya, carefully:
It's hard to get my bread!
Did not disperse his back hump
He and now else: stupidly silent
And mechanically rusty blades
Merzloy earth is hammering!
This habit of work noble
We would not be impaired with you ...
Bless the work of the people
And learn the peasant to respect.
Yes, not Roby for the depletion of the kind ...
Ruled Russian people enough
Made this road iron -
I will lead everything that the Lord is either sent!
Will lead everything - and widespread, clear
Breastway will pave myself.
It is a pity - to live a beautiful one
I don't have to - neither to me nor to you.
At this moment, the whistle is deafening
Skilled - the crowd of the dead was disappeared!
"I saw, dad, I'm a dream amazing, -
Vanya said - thousand five men,
Russian tribes and breeds Representatives
Suddenly appeared - and he told me:
"Here they are our road builders! .." "
Got a general!
"I was recently in the walls of the Vatican,
By the colision, two nights wandered,
I saw in the Vienna of St. Stephen,
What ... All this people created?
I'm sorry for me laugh this daring
Logic is your little dick.
Or for you Apollo Belvedere
Worse than bake pot?
Here are your people - these terms and baths,
A miracle of art - he walked everything! "
- "I'm not talking for you, but for Vani ..."
But the general did not objected:
"Your Slavs, Anglosex and Germany
Do not create - destroy the masters
Barbarians! Wild crest drunk! ..
However, it's time to vanya;
You know, the spectacle of death, sadness
Children's heart perturbed.
You would have shown the child now
Light face ... "
- "Run to show!
Listen, my cute: Works Fathers
Cumbenage - German lines puts.
Dead in the ground buried; sick
Hidden in dugouts; Working people
Tight gurboy at the office gathered ...
Circling firmly, they are:
Every Contractor should have remained,
Steel in a penny Walking days!
Everyone entered the foreman in the book -
Whether he took a bath, whether he was sick.
"Maybe there is a Terecheric Lushka,
Yes, here you are! .. "- waved hand ...
In the blue caftan - a venerable labaznik,
Thick, additive, red, like copper,
Driving contractor on the holiday,
Drives your work to see.
Celebrated people are broken by Chinno ...
Sweat otirate
And he says, occupying picture:
"Okay ... Neshto ... Well done! ... Well done! ...
With God, now at home, - Probravalya!
(Shadow's caps - if I say!)
Barrel worker wines exhibiting
And - I give an arreed ... "
Someone "Hurray" shouted, picked up
Louder, more friendly, longer ... Look:
With the song of the foreman barrel rolled ...
Here and the lazy could not resist!
Rectaging the people of horses - and Kupchina
With the cry of "Hurray", on the road, I remembered ...
It seems difficult to make an express picture
Draw, General? ..
It would not be molar to help make a plan for the poem of Nekrasov Railway
Zheleznaya Doroga.
Slavnaya Osen! Zdorovy, yadreny
Vozdukh USTALYE Sily Bodrit;
LED NEOKREPSHY NA RECHKE STUDENOY
Slovno Kak Tayushchy Sakhar LEZHIT;
Okolo Lesa, Kak V Myagkoy Posteli,
VYSPATSYA MOZHNO - Pokoy I Prostor!
Listya Pobleknut Yeshche Ne uspeli,
Zhelety I Svezhi Lezhat, Kak Kover.
Slavnaya Osen! Moroznye Nochi,
Yasnye, Tikhiye Dni.
NET BEZOBRAZYA V PRIRODE! I KOCHI,
I Mokhovye Bolota, I PNI -
Vse Khorosho Pod Sianiyem Lunnym,
Vsyudu Rodimuyu Rus Uznayu.
Bystro Lechu Ya Po Relsam Chugunnym,
Dumayu Dumu Svoyu.
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