4-я глава романа «Евгений Онегин» закончена 6 янв. Опубл. вместе с 5-ой главой 31 янв. — 2 февр. в Петербурге. В изд. посвящение Петру. Евгений Онегин. Комментарии. пропусками) первые четверостишия шестнадцати начальных строф. .. В рукописи имеется вариант первых строк.
The narrative of his youthful loving, A story packed with feelings fine, Not new to us, once yours and mine. XX Ah, how he loved, without a limit! Always and everywhere one vision, One usual yearning without remission, One usual sorrow, so serene. No cooling distance in between, No lengthy years of separation, No hours devoted to the Muse, No foreign beauty one might choose, No learning, no noisy jubilation Could change his soul, and its desire, Once touched by warming virgin fire. In the shadow of the wood, her guardian, All her amusements he took part in, And for these children a wedding portends - So say their fathers, and neighbour friends. In the eyes of both her parents she Bloomed pure as a lily-of-the-valley, In the dense grass hidden beneath the trees, Unknown to butterflies or bees. And thoughts about her animated The first moans of that flute of Ms.
Евгений Онегин (Пушкин)/Глава 1
Задача урока: применение современных информационных технологий. Оборудование: портрет писателя, иллюстрации к роману; мультимедийная установка. Реализм от лат. Онегинская строфа. Соединение ямбических четверостиший в строгом порядке трёх видов их рифмовки перекрёстная, смежная, опоясывающая. Заключение строфы двустишием со смежно рифмующимися строками. Что ж непонятная грусть тайно тревожит меня?Вы точно человек?
The narrative of his youthful loving, A story packed with feelings fine, Not new to us, once yours and mine. XX Ah, how he loved, without a limit! Always and everywhere one vision, One usual yearning without remission, One usual sorrow, so serene. No cooling distance in between, No lengthy years of separation, No hours devoted to the Muse, No foreign beauty one might choose, No learning, no noisy jubilation Could change his soul, and its desire, Once touched by warming virgin fire.
In the shadow of the wood, her guardian, All her amusements he took part in, And for these children a wedding portends - So say their fathers, and neighbour friends. In the eyes of both her parents she Bloomed pure as a lily-of-the-valley, In the dense grass hidden beneath the trees, Unknown to butterflies or bees.
And thoughts about her animated The first moans of that flute of Ms. Oh, happy golden games, farewell then! But now we merely see therein A substitute for a lantern dim. Eyes blue as heaven, cheeks shiny-waxen, A lively smile, and ringlets flaxen, A slender figure, good voice and stance - Olga had all...
But now wearies me most sorely. With such a name first time, forby, Our tender pages in this manner Deliberately we sanctify. What then? Enlightenment has not stuck in essence, And from it we receive a store Of affectation, and nothing more. XXV And so they called her just Tatyana. Should could no loving words nor caresses On father, on mother even, bestow. XXVI And pensiveness, her friends, and pleasure, From her very earliest cradle days, The course of simple country leisure Embellished for her with dreams always.
Her slender, tender, tapered fingers No needle knew, and she never lingered With embroidery-frame, and silks applied, No canvas with cross-stitch beautified. A sign of the wish for domination. XXVII But dollies, even with childish passion, Tatyana never loved to lull; Of the news from town, and latest fashions She never chatted to dolls at all. And childish tricks, and mischievous glories Were not for her: but fearful stories In winter, in the dark of night, Enthralled her heart, and made it beat; When Nanny gathered the tots together For Olga.
In winter when the night-time shade Our hemisphere so long encumbers, And long in the empty silence strewn, Beneath a mist-beclouded moon The lazy east is wrapped in slumbers. At the usual hour of waking bright, Tatyana rose by candle-light. Quite early novels she found most pleasing. They took the place of all, and so She fell in love with the deceivings Of Richardson, and of Rousseau.
Her father was a kindly fellow, Old-fashioned, last-century, but mellow; In books he saw no slightest harm, Though himself he never read a yam, He counted them as playthings hollow.
His wife clean out of her mind had gone Over the novels of Richardson. XXX She was in love with Richardson so. But not because she read him through. But not because his Grandison though, Not Lovelace, she gave her preference to, But because long since Princess Alina. Her Moscow cousin, a ready reader, Recounted so often to her of them. Her husband was still her fiance then, But somehow or other, willy-nilly.
She was sighing for another man, Who with his heart and mind began To please her very much better really: This Grandison was a glorious beau, A gambler, and Sergeant-of-Guards, you know. But quite unasked, her dreams not guessing, They brought her to the altar meanwhile. Heaven sends such habit down to us And oft replaces happiness thus.
A great discovery then there followed, Which quite consoled her spirit there: Between her leisure and household custom She found a way to rule her husband, The secret of the autocrat, And all went smoothly after that. Paulina she would call Praskova, Conversed in a loud and singing voice. But soon all that had had its day - The corsets, albums, Princess Alina, The exercise books of verse, and all She quite forgot, and began to call Akulka, the previous Selina, And put on for the first time, true, The padded jacket, the mob-cap too.
Not joining in each scheme and prank, In all believed her, readily, clearly, And in his dressing-gown ate and drank. And quietly thus his life went rolling.
At last for the husband, by age bowed down, The gates of the grave then opened readily, And he received a new gold crown.
He died an hour before bis dinner, Bemourned by neighbours, poor mortal sinner, And by his children and his wife, Pure-heartedly loving him through life. He was a gentleman good and kindly. How often in childhood I have played With his Ochakov war-medallion! Our flighty tribe, like a wayside flower, Grows up and waves in the wind and thrives; And to the grave its forebears drives.
I live and write, but not for praise; But I would like, it seems, some ways, To glorify my sorry fortune, So of my lyre, as a faithful friend, One sound should remind you at the end. Some future ignoramus chattering Will take my famous portrait, shew it, And utter: "Well, that was a poet!
Translated by Walter May Викторина по роману А. Победителя ждет грамота!
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В книге Пушкина полно и красочно отображены все сферы жизни общества России того периода. Автор показал жизнь и быт русской деревни, светское столичное общество, типичные портреты героев, мода и вкусы людей того времени. Главный герой романа, молодой дворянин Евгений Онегин, разочарован в жизни.
Как правильно продолжить строчку Пушкина: "Он уважать себя заставил..."?
Созвал он всю Москву на бал. От журналов узнает он только мнение издателей, на которое положиться невозможно по многим причинам. Мнение друзей, разумеется, пристрастно, а незнакомые, конечно, не станут ему в глаза бранить его произведение, хотя бы оно того и стоило. При появлении VII песни Онегина журналы вообще отозвались об ней весьма неблагосклонно. Я бы охотно им поверил, если бы их приговор не слишком уж противоречил тому, что говорили они о прежних главах моего романа. Ни одной мысли в этой водянистой VII главе, ни одного чувствования, ни одной картины, достойной воззрения! Читатели наши спросят, какое же содержание этой VII главы в 57 страничек? Вот как: посадят деву в сани И повезут из милых мест В Москву на ярманку невест! Прошу извинения у неизвестного мне поэта, если принужден повторить здесь эту грубость.
ПОСМОТРИТЕ ВИДЕО ПО ТЕМЕ: czech-gm.ru "Евгений Онегин". Глава первая. Читает czech-gm.ru (1967)Анализ «Евгений Онегин» Пушкин
Балеты г. Дидло исполнены живости воображения и прелести необыкновенной. Один из наших романтических писателей находил в них гораздо более поэзии, нежели во всей французской литературе. Confessions de J. Rousseau Грим опередил свой век: ныне во всей просвещенной Европе чистят ногти особенной щеточкой.
Цитата из романа Пушкина «Евгений Онегин» (глава 8, строфа XI). Уймитесь, волнения страсти, засни, безнадежное сердце — Начальные строки из. Александр Сергеевич Пушкин Евгений Онегин Роман в стихах Он меж печатными строками Читал духовными глазами Другие строки. До нас дошел текст только начальных четверостиший первых шестнадцати строф,. Цитата из романа Пушкина «Евгений Онегин» (глава 8, строфа Х|). Начальные строки из романса М. И. Глинки «Сомнение» (), написанного на.
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ВИДЕО ПО ТЕМЕ: czech-gm.ru "Евгений Онегин". Глава вторая. Читает czech-gm.ru (1967)
да бальшая фантазия у таво хто ето сочинял
Это интересно. Вы мне не подскажете, где мне узнать больше об этом?
Вы попали в самую точку. Это отличная мысль. Готов Вас поддержать.
ЗАБАВНО)))