My unsound and stubborn verse

In vain I want to express

A rush of the soul, but with a rebellious sound

Deceived, I fly to you with my soul.

I believe that fiery faith

A secret verse will awaken in your soul,

What sadness involuntarily size

She should sympathize for a moment.

Yes, you will understand, you will understand - I know it -

All that the soul has lived through, -

After all, I'll always guess by feeling

Your footprint is everywhere you've ever been.

<<...>> Nothing brings people together like art, in general - poetry in broad sense words. Such intimate rapprochement is poetry in itself. People become sensitive and feel and understand that for a full explanation of which no words are enough.<<...>>

A. A. Fet. " early years of my life".

Others inherited from nature

Instinct prophetically blind -

They smell them, hear the waters

And in the dark depths of the earth ...

Beloved by the Great Mother,

A hundred times more enviable is your destiny -

More than once under the visible shell

You have seen her...

F. I. Tyutchev.

A poem dedicated to A. A. Fet

<<...>> Yes-there are connections for life and death. For a minute of feminine participation of this masculinely noble, this proud soul, for a few rare evenings when we were both in the same mood - I thank Providence more, a thousand times more than in my whole life.

He wanted to hide a tear from me, but I saw it.

<<...>> If I saved him for life and art, he saved me even more, for the great faith in human soul . <<...>>

A. A. Grigoriev.

From the story "Leaves from the manuscript

wandering sophist.

<<...>> He was fed up with everything he lived, everything he lived was disgusting to him.

Meanwhile, he was in the full bloom of young forces, which developed in him freely and widely.

He was good as a husband, but on his lips the charming, serpentine smile of a woman sometimes flashed. Minutes of such a smile were rare, but they did happen. And those were not moments of daydreaming, for daydreaming is the expectation of the best. No! It was a terrible, incomprehensible, counterintuitive return of the original childhood dreams, pink radiance, with which God's world is surrounded for a barely awakened consciousness. It had the ability to put its self to sleep and, during sleep, throw a discarded shell over it.

He had the ability to deceive himself, to renounce his I, transferred to objects.

He was an artist in the full sense of the word: the ability to create was present in him to a high degree...<<...>>

With the ability to create, indifference grew in him.

Indifference - to everything except the ability to create - to God's world, how soon the objects of it ceased to be reflected in his creativity, to himself, how soon he ceased to be an artist.

This is how this man realized and accepted his purpose in life... The suffering subsided, subsided in him, although, of course, not suddenly.

This man had to either kill himself or become what he became ... Wide needs were given to him by fate, but set in motion too early, they had to either stifle him with their fermentation, or fall asleep, as waves fall asleep, forming a flat and smooth surface in which everything around is reflected lightly and clearly.<<...>>

I have not seen a man who would be so choked with melancholy, for whom I would be more afraid of suicide.

I was afraid for him, I often spent my nights at his bedside, trying to dispel this terrible chaotic fermentation of the elements of his soul with anything.<<...>>

He laughed cynically at my thirst for faith, convincing me that I was too smart to believe in anything.<<...>>

But why does the heart ask for power of attorney, why does it eagerly strive to share every holy, beautiful impression? ..<<...>>

Yes! This man is one of the few chosen ones of art - and I have an appointment next to him ...<<...>>

A. A. Grigoriev. "Ophelia" .

1. Main feature your character? - Caring.

2. What is your goal in life? - Usefulness.

3. What is happiness? See the fruits of your efforts.

4. What is the misfortune? - In indifference.

7. What or who would you like to be? - Completely worthy of respect.

8. Where would you like to live? – In a sympathetic circle.

9. What nation would you like to belong to? - To none.

10. Yours favorite hobby? - Acquaintance with poets.

11. What is your favorite treat? - Hunting.

12. What is your main habit? - Scold stupidity and drink coffee.

13. How long would you like to live? - Least long.

14. What kind of death would you like to die? - Instant.

15. What do you feel the most compassion for? - To undeserved torment.

16. What virtue do you have the most respect for? - To patience.

17. What vice do you treat with the greatest indulgence? “Stinginess is not stupidity.

18. What do you value most in a man? - Mind.

19. What do you value more in a woman? - Beauty.

20. What is your opinion about today's young people? – That they are generally better educated than us.

21. What is your opinion about today's young girls? - That they have little strength.

22. Do you believe in love from the first meeting? - I believe Shakespeare (Romeo and Julia).

23. Is it possible to love several times in life? - Certainly.

24. Have you been in love and how many times? - Twice.

25. Your opinion about women's issue? - What is this idle nonsense.

26. What is your opinion about marriage and married life? – That this is a natural burden that one must be able to bear.

27. What age should one get married and get married? – From 29 to 50 and from 17 to 35.

28. Which is better: to love or to be loved? One without the other is bad.

29. To submit or to be submitted to you? - Without the first, the second is disgusting.

30. Always suspect or often deceive? Both are stupid.

31. Want and not get or have and lose? - First.

32. What historical event evokes the most sympathy in you? - The abolition of the revolution by Napoleon I and the execution of Pugachev.

33. What is your favorite writer (in prose)? - Gr. L. N. Tolstoy.

34. What is your favorite poet? - Goethe.

35. What is your favorite character in novels? - Lukashka in "Cossacks".

36. What is your favorite heroine in novels? - Aspen in "Three Deaths".

37. Your favorite poem? - "For the last time, your image is cute..."

38. What is your favorite artist? - Lysippos.

39. What is your favorite painting? - Dresden Madonna.

40. Who is your favorite composer? - Chopin.

41. Your favorite musical composition? “One of his mazurkas.

The first collection of poems reflected artistic originality Fet's poetry, the range of topics, motives and images of his lyrics was determined. Russia appears in the collection as the main poetic image. The poet sharply perceives the beauty of reality and considers beauty as an indispensable attribute of life. native nature in her immediate real life appears in Fet's poetry as main sphere manifestations of beauty. The poem "I am Russian", which opens the collection of 1850, speaks of the special nature of the aesthetic perception of nature by the poet, that the gloomy and disharmonious elements of the northern landscape seem beautiful to him, that the feeling of beauty is inseparable from his love for his homeland:

I am Russian, I love the silence of the filthy distance,

Under the canopy of snow, like a monotonous death,

Forests under hats or in gray hoarfrost

Yes, the river is sonorous under dark blue ice.

How they like to find thoughtful eyes

Winded ditches, winded mountains,

Sleepy blades of grass - or among the bare fields,

Where the hill is bizarre, like some kind of mausoleum,

Sculpted at midnight - whirling distant whirlwinds

And solemn brilliance at the sounds of funerals!

Fet creates a tragic, disharmonious image of the nature of the north. The emptiness, deadness of the winter expanse and the loneliness of a person lost in it are expressed in this poem through the overall color of the picture and through every detail of it. This nature is dear to the poet. The motives of joy and sadness, death and love are merged in the poem.

In the poem " sad birch…» Fet depicts one birch, which he sees every day through the window of his room, and for the poet the slightest changes on a tree bare in winter serve as the embodiment of the beauty and peculiar life of the winter nature of his native land.

In the poem "Whisper, timid breath ..." there are no verbs. The poet portrayed the night as a change of meaningful, full of content moments, like a stream of events. The poem tells how the night gives way to dawn, and in the relationship between lovers, after the explanation, clarity comes. Action develops in parallel between people and in nature.

In the late 50s and 60s, the idea of ​​harmony between man and nature in Fet's work loses its absolute significance. If earlier he expressed the same conviction in verses - the conviction that he belongs to nature, that he is part of it, that her voice sounds in his verses, now he feels like the voice of the Universe and enters into an argument with God, refusing to recognize power divine providence over inwardly free human personality. Speaking of God, he meant the force that determines the laws of nature on a cosmic scale, the force that rules the universe, but is completely devoid of ethical content.

The desire to go beyond time and space is one of the constant motives of Fet's late lyrics.

Afanasy Fet is a man who combines two completely different personalities. One is a grated, coarsened and beaten by life practitioner, the second is the complete opposite - an inspired singer of beauty and love. The poet wrote about this until his last breath, and he died at the age of 72, offended by all of humanity. His mother was taken away by the landowner Shenshin, and for a bribe Fet was recorded as his son, but the deception was revealed, and all his life A. Fet experienced for himself what it means to be illegitimate. The loss of the status of a noble son turned out to be a tragedy for him. An attempt to curry favor with the nobility for 13 years in the army and guards did not help the poet, and then he married an old and wealthy landowner. As a master, he was a cruel and stingy exploiter. Trying to get the nobility, A. Fet long and loudly demonstrated his agreement with the regime, completely not sympathizing with either the revolutionaries or even the liberals. And only at the age of 53 his request was granted, Alexander II allowed Fet to be given the nobility. Returning to high society was the goal of his life for him: Fet specially secured the title of chamber junker for himself already at the age of 70.

It is hard to imagine that such a person wrote magnificent poems about love, heartfelt, unique. His poetry is the charm of the finest lyrics. Trying to express his soul and feelings, A. Fet liberated the word, did not shackle it into the framework of traditional forms.

Complaining about the lack verbal material, the poet perfectly used the flight of his imagination, and this gives his works a unique charm:

How poor is our language! - I want and I can't

Do not pass it on to friend or foe,

What rages in the chest with a transparent wave.

The phrases found in the poet's poems amazed and outraged many of his critics. However, readers appreciated his poems, reading which, you plunge into the world of unusual magical colors, fabulous pictures and wonderful sounds:

As if the hair was already starting to burn

Hot gold roses to her lush shoulders.

Hot clothes fell lower and lower,

And the young chest was more and more exposed,

And passionate eyes, intoxicated with a tear,

Rotated slowly, desires are full.

Reading the lines of The Bacchae, it is impossible not to imagine a beauty dancing in front of her master, because only a beautiful woman can have “shoulder roses” and only such a woman can have hair comparable to hot gold.

The lines of A. Fet's poems are simply mesmerizing, beautiful music flows from the pages, birds fly up, and the heart is carried away into the “ringing distance”.

His associative-metaphorical thinking conveys unusual images to us, he makes only a hint of what he wanted to say with his poems, but it remains for us to think out the situation presented in the poems.

A. Fet wrote poems not only about love, he is an excellent poet-painter. His nature is “humanized”, and in his verses one can find “weeping grass”, “widowed azure”. Fet's word has always "gravitated" not only to poetry, but also to painting:

Shaggy pine branches frayed from the storm,

The autumn night burst into icy tears,

No fire on earth, no star in widowed azure,

The wind wants to rip everything off, the downpour wants to wash it off in streams.

The poems of A. Fet entered the musical life earlier than the literary one. Some of his poems were written as romances, and the composers felt this. Poems set to music by A.E. Varlamov and A.L. Gulevich, literally immediately gained popularity. Romances based on poems by A. Fet are still performed today: “Don’t wake her up at dawn ...”, “I won’t tell you anything”, “Take away my heart”, etc.

One of the greatest composers of the world P.I. Tchaikovsky turned to the poetry of A. Fet, while still very young. His first romance, written at the age of 18, was based on Fet's poems "My genius, my angel, my friend ...". Subsequently, Tchaikovsky wrote about Fet “... Fet, in his best moments, goes beyond the limits indicated by poetry and takes a bold step into our field (i.e., music). Therefore, Fet often reminds us of Beethoven, but never of Pushkin, Goethe or Byron, or Musset. Like Beethoven, he was given the power to touch such strings of our soul that are inaccessible to artists, however strong, but limited by the limits of the word. This is not just a poet, but rather a poet-musician, as if avoiding even those topics that can easily be expressed in words.

The work of A. A. Fet is one of the brightest pages in the history of Russian poetry. Together with F. I. Tyutchev, they gave the lyrics such depth and inclusiveness that poetry did not know before them. Philosophical richness, direct feeling of nature, harmonious unity with it - we find all this in Fet's poems.
The fate of Fet was unusual and largely predetermined the features of his poetic work. The son of a minor German official, Fet was recorded for a bribe as the son of the Oryol landowner Shenshin, who took the poet's mother away from his father. But the deception was revealed, and Fet experienced for many years what it means to be illegitimate. The main thing is that he lost the status of a noble son. He tried to "serve out" the nobility, but 13 years of army and guards straps did not give anything. Then he married an old and rich woman for money, became a cruel and stingy farmer.
Fet never sympathized with revolutionaries and even liberals, and in order to achieve the desired nobility, he demonstrated his loyal feelings for a long time and loudly. And only when Fet was already 53 years old, Alexander II set out a favorable resolution on his petition. It got ridiculous: if the thirty-year-old Pushkin considered it an insult to grant him the rank of chamber junker (a court rank usually given to young people under 20 years old), then this Russian lyric poet specially procured himself a chamber junker at the age of 70.
Fet also collaborated in Sovremennik. However, despite the fact that the employees of Sovremennik in the 50s. had a beneficial effect on the development of Fet’s work, the poet’s complete rapprochement with their circle did not happen. Even among those who were personally more friendly to him than others, there were essential points of ideological and aesthetic divergence from him. J.I. Tolstoy - especially later, during the period of their friendly closeness - was irritated in Fet by his indifference to the problems of morality and religion. Ultimately, they could not agree on art, its tasks and goals, because Fet denied the social and ethical significance of art, which Tolstoy seemed to be the main one.
Fet defended the unconsciousness and subjectivity of creativity. At the same time, Fet sought not to disunite, but to bring people together through art. Not believing in historical and social progress, he believed in the natural ability of people to mutual understanding and saw in communication a source of happiness and an expression of the fullness of life. It is from the acute thirst for the fullness of spiritual communication that Fet has a feeling of “insufficiency” of verbal expression, logical speech. In Fet's greedy desire to "supplement" verbal speech with other languages, his criticism of the mind and the rationalistic principle of consciousness, on the one hand, and his love for the physical natural life of a person, for all its appearances, on the other, affected. Fet seeks and finds, in addition to words, other means of conveying thoughts and feelings, and enjoys these new ways leading to rapprochement between people.
It is known that Fet adored music, literally revered it. It is no coincidence that many popular romances were written on his poems (“Oh, for a long time I will be in the silence of a secret night ...”, “What happiness! And the night, and we are alone ...”, “The night shone. The moon was full of garden...”, “For a long time there is little joy in love...”, “In the invisible haze...”, “I won’t tell you anything...”, “Don’t wake her up at dawn...” and etc.).
Thematically, Fet’s lyrics are not too diverse: the beauty of nature (“I came to you with greetings ...”, “Whisper. Timid breathing ...”, “What sadness! The end of the alley ...”, “This morning, this joy. ..”, “I’m waiting, I’m filled with anxiety ...”) and female love (“No, I didn’t change ...”, “He wanted my madness ...”, “Love me! As soon as your humble .. .", "I still love, I still languish ...") - that's the whole theme. But what great power Fet achieves within these narrow limits! In addition, merging together, they paint a striking, truly Fetovsky image of Russia. In the province, in the remote corners of the country, he formed: literary success did not give Fet a certain place in society, after graduating from the university he was forced to wander around the remote provincial corners, rotate in the circle of army officers-soldiers and local landowners.
Feta's Russia is the Russia of a patriarchal rural way of life with its harsh, snow-covered plains, trios carried away into the distance, mysterious Christmas evenings, and the longing of its wooden cities. At the same time, Fet keenly feels the beauty of the world and nature, and expresses this in perfect, classical, eternally beautiful forms. Behind this perception of life is a departure from the traditional attitude to beauty as an ideal that lies outside of modern reality. Fet acutely perceives the beauty of reality and considers beauty as an indispensable attribute of life. Native nature in its immediate real life appears in Fet's poetry as the main sphere of manifestation of beauty. And the "low life", and the boredom of long evenings, and the languishing melancholy of everyday monotony, and the painful disharmony of the soul of the Russian Hamlet become the subject of poetic reflection in Fet's work.
The difference between Fet’s perception of his native space and that expressed, for example, in his works by Lermontov and (in “ dead souls ah”) Gogol, consists in the greater spatial limitation of his images. If Gogol in the lyrical digressions of "Dead Souls" looks around, as it were, the entire Russian plain from a point of view raised above it, and Lermontov sees a vast panorama of the homeland through the eyes of a wanderer riding along its endless roads and fields, then Fet perceives the nature that directly surrounds his settled life, his house. He notes the changes in the dead winter nature precisely because they occur in the area well known to him in the smallest detail. For example,
How they like to find thoughtful eyes
Winded ditches, winded mountains...
Ile among the naked fields,
Where is the bizarre hill...
Sculpted at midnight -
Whirling whirlwinds distant ... "
The poet knows where the ditches were covered with snow, notes that a flat field was covered with snowdrifts, that a hill grew overnight that was not there.
The poet is surrounded by a special sphere, "his own space", and it is this space that is the image of his homeland for him.
This range of lyrical motifs is reflected, for example, in Fet's poem "The Sad Birch". The image of a birch in the poems of many poets symbolizes Russian nature. "The couple of whitening birches" and in "Motherland" Lermontov appears as the embodiment of Russia. Fet depicts one birch, which he sees every day through the window of his room. For the poet, the slightest changes on this tree, naked in winter, as if dead in the cold, serve as the embodiment of the beauty and peculiar life of the nature of his native land.
The poet's house is the center of space, nature, which are depicted in his landscape lyrics. Therefore, in his poems there are frequent references to the fact that the poet contemplates nature through the window. The originality of the poetic perception of nature inherent in Fet is conveyed, for example, in his poem "The Village". The poet loves the village as the world surrounding the girl dear to him, which is her "sphere". The poet loves nature and the people surrounding the girl, the sounds and play of light around her, the aromas and movement of the air of her forest, her meadow, her home. He loves the cat that frolics at her feet and the work in her hands. After all, it's all about her. It is not for nothing that the poem bears the collective name "Village", that is, the world that constitutes a living and organic unity. The girl is the soul of this unity, but she is inseparable from it, from her family, her home, her village. Therefore, the poet speaks of the village as a shelter for the whole family (“I love your sad shelter ...”).
Within this poetic circle, there are no more important or less important subjects for the poet. All of them are equally sweet to the poet. The poet himself becomes a part of it, and a new relationship to himself opens up in him. He begins to love himself as a part of this world, to love his own stories, which from now on become part of the moral atmosphere surrounding the girl. Perceiving the homeland as a spatial unity, Fet also perceives it in time. This is not only a “village”, but also “deaf evening of the village”, and the hours from “blessing” to the sunrise of the month, and “speech in slow motion”, and “silent birds”. That is, these are the phenomena that surround it in space and time. Fet not only loves the world around him, he seems to dissolve in it. If for Pushkin love was a manifestation of the highest fullness of life, then for Fet love is the only content of human existence, the only faith. He affirms this idea in his poems with surprising force.
So, Fet's lyrics raise the cornerstone, most important questions of being. She talks about man and his connection with nature. Belief in the infinity of the life of nature and in the possibility of a harmonious merging of a person with it pervades many of Fet's poems. Being their philosophical basis, it gives them a light, pacifying sound. Fet in a new way displayed the theme of the motherland in his poetry, on the one hand, limiting it, but on the other, deepening it, making it immeasurably richer.
A. A. Fet was one of the founders of Russian impressionism, which appeared as a style in Europe in late XIX V. He brought into Russian poetry a completely new sense of the world, a new look at things, having a huge impact on all subsequent Russian literature.