Summer evening is quiet and clear Tyutchev. Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

« Summer evening quiet and clear…” Athanasius Fet

The summer evening is quiet and clear;
See how the willows doze;
The west of the sky is pale red,
And the rivers shine meanders.

From peaks to peaks,
The wind is creeping up the forest heights.
Do you hear the neighing through the valleys?
That herd rushes at a trot.

Analysis of Fet's poem "Summer evening is quiet and clear ..."

The short work of 1847 begins with a natural sketch, creating a pacifying picture of the end of a fine warm day. Peace and serenity - such impressions are left by the visual range, consisting of images of trees, sunset sky and brilliant river water.

The image of a quiet evening is devoid of sharp contrasts and rapid changes, but the details of the picture look alive, embossed, expressive. The effect is achieved by alternating objects of attention, as well as with the help of personifications that endow willows with the ability to doze, and the wind - to crawl.

In the first quatrain, the visual dominants of the landscape certainly dominate. They lose their leading position in the second quatrain: the presence of a tactile component is felt in the characteristics of the wind, and horse neighing is a category that has an exclusively sound basis. In this episode, there is more movement, due to which the framework of the original situation changes.

The enthusiastic hero, like the character of War and Peace, seeks to find a mate for a joint contemplation of a quiet picturesque sunset. The dialogic beginning, close to the traditions of Tyutchev's poetics, is expressed by two lexemes: "look" and "hear". The first example, a verb in the imperative mood, is an appeal to a lyrical addressee, an invitation to observe a magnificent landscape. The second option, which appears in the final couplet, suggests straining not your eyesight, but your hearing. The final acoustic image of a rapidly galloping herd sharply expands the scope of the artistic space of the “valleys”, indicated by the panorama of the sunset at the beginning of the poem.

The sudden transformation of the chronotope is based on the motif of expectations that the hero of Fetov's lyrics associates with the onset of twilight. The disturbing and alluring night hides the “gracious secret” of the long-awaited meeting with your beloved or promises a moment of revelation that descends on the contemplator, enchanted by the silent prayers of distant stars.

Afanasy Fet called the theme of nature his favorite theme. But in his landscape lyrics the poet always touched upon a philosophical theme. In any, even the smallest of his works about nature, he entered a reflection on life.

Such is the poem "Summer evening is quiet and clear ...", created in 1847. This very small poem is filled with live music of nature. Each of his lines is filled with a symphony of feelings and colors that open up to every reader. The author recreates the picture of a quiet evening and, as if in secret, tells how the willows fall asleep on the banks of the rivers.

The drawing of the evening is devoid of bright contrasts and rapid changes, but its details give the impression of being alive and expressive. This effect is achieved due to the alternation of accents of attention, as well as with the help of personifications that bestowed human abilities on natural phenomena.

In the first part of the poem, the standard accents of the landscape are clearly visible: a description of the picture of nature from sky to earth, indicating shades and the play of light and shadow. But as soon as the first katern ends, they have already lost their dominant position. The reader now does not just look, but hears the neighing of the horse and feels the wind. For a more complete recreation of the picture, Fet connected the visual and tactile components.

Here the author uses the dialogical beginning, expressed by two word forms “look” and “hear”. The first verb is used in imperative form. This is a kind of invitation to the interlocutor to joint observation of nature. The second verb used in the second person and singular implies the presence of the pronoun "you" next to it.

This verb appears towards the end of the poem, hinting that the author has already got to know his interlocutor better, found with him mutual language. Now Fet calls to sharpen the hearing. What exactly the author wanted to hear, the reader will find out at the very end of the poem, thanks to the acoustic image of a galloping herd. In such an extraordinary way, the poet managed to expand the usual landscape frames, make them almost endless, changing their boundaries, moving along with the horses.
Yes, and the time frame in the poem have blurred boundaries. Here the motive of expectation dominates, which, as life shows, can last indefinitely.

AT this poem Fet touched again philosophical theme transience of life, its change from day to day and irrevocable. Every evening - bright to that proof: twilight comes every time, but every time their onset is unique: they can differ in the reflection of light, in the play of the shadow, in the sensations of the wind on the skin, and most importantly in the feelings that arise in a person. Evenings spent in the same place at the same time can cause completely opposite feelings: from joy to complete disappointment. Based on all these thoughts, the poet urges people to appreciate the minutes that leave only pleasant warmth in the soul.

Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet

The summer evening is quiet and clear;
See how the willows doze;
The west of the sky is pale red,
And the rivers shine meanders.

From peaks to peaks,
The wind is creeping up the forest heights.
Do you hear the neighing through the valleys?
That herd rushes at a trot.

The image of a quiet evening is devoid of sharp contrasts and rapid changes, but the details of the picture look alive, embossed, expressive. The effect is achieved by alternating the objects of attention, as well as with the help of personifications that endow the willows with the ability to doze, and the wind - to crawl.

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