Prishvin “Phacelia” - essay “Nature and Man in Modern Russian Prose (based on “Phacelia” by Prishvin). Online reading of the book by Phacelia Mikhail Prishvin

Mikhail Prishvin

Poem

In the desert, thoughts can only be your own, which is why they are afraid of the desert, because they are afraid to be left alone with themselves.

It was a long time ago, but it has not yet grown into its former self, and I will not let it grow as long as I live. In that distant “Chekhovian” time, we, two agronomists, almost strangers to each other, were traveling in a cart to the old Volokolamsk district on grass sowing business. Along the way we saw a whole field of blooming blue honey-bearing phacelia grass. On a sunny day, among our gentle nature near Moscow, this bright field of flowers seemed like a miraculous phenomenon. It was as if the blue birds had flown in from a distant country, spent the night here and left behind this blue field. How many insects are there, I thought, in this honey-bearing blue grass now buzzing? But nothing could be heard over the rattling of the cart on the dry road. Fascinated by this power of the earth, I forgot about the business of sowing grass and, just to listen to the hum of life in the flowers, I asked my friend to stop the horse.

I can’t say how long we stood, how long I was there with the blue birds. Having flown with my soul along with the bees, I turned to the agronomist to touch the horse, and then I only noticed that this corpulent man with a round, weathered, common face was watching me and looking at me with surprise.

Why did we stop? - he asked.

“Well,” I answered, “I wanted to listen to the bees.”

The agronomist touched the horse. Now I, in turn, peered at him from the side and noticed something. I looked at him again and realized that this extremely practical man was also thinking about something, understanding, perhaps through me, the luxurious power of the flowers of this phacelia.

His silence became awkward for me. I asked him about something insignificant, just so as not to remain silent, but he did not pay the slightest attention to my question. It seemed that some kind of non-business attitude towards nature, perhaps even just my youth, almost youth, evoked in him his own time, when almost everyone is a poet.

In order to finally return this corpulent red man with a wide head to real life, I asked him a very serious practical question for that time.

In my opinion,” I said, “without the support of cooperation, our propaganda of grass sowing is empty chatter.

“Have you,” he asked, “ever had your own Phacelia?”

How so? - I was amazed.

Well, yes,” he repeated, “was she?”

I understood and answered, as a man should, that, of course, it was, how could it be otherwise...

And did you come? - he continued his interrogation.

Yes, I came...

Where did it go?

It hurt me. I didn’t say anything, but just slightly spread my hands, in the sense: she’s gone, she’s disappeared. Then, after thinking, he said about phacelia:

It was as if bluebirds had spent the night and left behind their blue feathers.

He paused, looked deeply at me and concluded in his own way:

Well, that means she won't come again.

And, looking around the blue field of phacelia, he said:

From the blue bird these are only blue feathers.

It seemed to me as if he was trying and trying and finally rolled over the slab over my grave; I was still waiting until now, but it was as if forever had ended, and she would never come. He himself suddenly burst into tears. Then for me his wide back of the head, his roguish eyes filled with fat, his fleshy chin disappeared, and I began to feel sorry for the man, the whole man in his outbursts of vitality. I wanted to tell him something good, I took the reins in my hands, drove up to the water, wet the handkerchief, and refreshed it. He soon recovered, wiped his eyes, took the reins in his hands again, and we drove off as before.

After some time, I decided to again express, as it seemed to me then, a completely independent idea about grass sowing, that without the support of cooperation we would never convince the peasants to introduce clover into their crop rotation.

Were there nights? - he asked, not paying any attention to my business words.

Of course they were,” I answered like a real man.

He thought again and - such a tormentor! - asked again:

Well, it was just one night?

I was tired, I got a little angry, controlled myself and when asked, one or two, I answered with the words of Pushkin:

- “All life is one or two nights.”

Everything was fine on this draft, but the woodcock did not arrive. I plunged into my memories: now the woodcock did not arrive, and in the distant past, she did not come. She loved me, but it seemed to her that this was not enough to fully respond to my strong feelings. And she didn't come. And so I left this “craving” of mine and never met her again.

It’s such a wonderful evening, the birds are singing, everything is there, but the woodcock hasn’t arrived. Two streams collided in the stream, a splash was heard and nothing: the water was still gently rolling across the spring meadow. And then it turned out, I thought: from this, that she did not come, the happiness of my life arose. It turned out that her image gradually disappeared over the years, but the feeling remained and lived in an eternal search for an image and did not find it, turning with kindred attention to the phenomena of life throughout our land, throughout the world. So in place of one face everything became like a face, and all my life I admired the features of this immense face, every spring I added something to my observations. I was happy, and the only thing I still needed was for everyone to be happy like me.

So this is what explains why my literature remains alive: because it is my own life. And everyone, it seems to me, could do like me: try to forget your failures in love and transfer your feelings into words, and you will certainly have readers.

And I think now that happiness does not depend at all on whether it came or did not come, happiness depends only on love, whether it was there or not, love itself is happiness, and this love cannot be separated from “talent.”

So I thought until it got dark, and I suddenly realized that no more woodcock would come. Then a sharp pain pierced me, and I whispered to myself: “Hunter, hunter, why didn’t you hold her then!”

Arishin's question

When this woman left me, Arisha asked:

Who is her husband?

“I don’t know,” I said, “I didn’t ask.” And do we really care who her husband is?

How is it that “it doesn’t matter,” said Arisha, “how many times you sat with her, talked, and you don’t know who her husband is, I would ask.

The next time she came to me, I remembered Arisha’s question, but again I did not ask who her husband was. The reason I didn’t ask was because I liked her for something, and I guess it was precisely because her eyes reminded me of the wonderful Phacelia, the beloved of my youth. One way or another, but she attracted me exactly the same way that Phacelia once did: she did not arouse in me thoughts of getting closer; on the contrary, this interest of mine in her repelled all everyday attention. Now I had nothing to do with her husband, family, home. When she was getting ready to leave, I decided, after hard work, to get some air, and perhaps walk her home. We went out, it was freezing. The Black River was chilly, and streams of steam ran everywhere, and a rustling sound was heard from the ice banks. The water was so terrible, such an abyss that it seemed that the most unfortunate person who would dare to drown, looking into this black abyss, returned to his home joyful and whispered, starting the samovar:

“What nonsense - drowning! It's even worse than ours. At least then I’ll have some tea.”

Do you have a sense of nature? - I asked my new Phacelia.

What is this? - she asked in turn.

She was an educated woman and had read and heard hundreds of times about the sense of nature. But her question was so simple and sincere. There was no doubt left: she really did not know what the feeling of nature was.

“And how could she know,” I thought, “if she, perhaps this Phacelia of mine, is “nature” itself.”

This thought struck me.

Once again, with this new understanding, I wanted to look into those sweet eyes and through them into that very “nature” of mine, desired, and eternally virgin, and eternally giving birth.

But it was completely dark, and the flight of my great feeling fell into the darkness and came back. Some kind of second nature of mine again raised this question to Arisha.

At this time we were crossing a large cast-iron bridge, and as soon as I opened my mouth to ask my wonderful Phacelia Arishin a question, I heard cast-iron steps behind me. I didn’t want to turn around and see what a giant was walking across the cast-iron bridge. I knew who he was: he was a commander, a punishing force for the futility of the dream of my youth, a poetic dream, again replacing genuine human love for me.

And when I caught up with him, he just touched me, and I flew through the barrier into the black abyss.

I woke up in bed and thought: “This everyday question from Arishin is not as stupid as I thought: if I had not replaced my love with a dream in my youth, I would not have lost my Phacelia and now, many years later, I would not have dreamed black abyss."

Mikhail Prishvin

Poem

In the desert, thoughts can only be your own, which is why they are afraid of the desert, because they are afraid to be left alone with themselves.

Why did we stop? - he asked.

“Well,” I answered, “I wanted to listen to the bees.”

In order to finally return this corpulent red man with a wide head to real life, I asked him a very serious practical question for that time.

In my opinion,” I said, “without the support of cooperation, our propaganda of grass sowing is empty chatter.

“Have you,” he asked, “ever had your own Phacelia?”

How so? - I was amazed.

Well, yes,” he repeated, “was she?”

I understood and answered, as a man should, that, of course, it was, how could it be otherwise...

And did you come? - he continued his interrogation.

Yes, I came...

Where did it go?

It hurt me. I didn’t say anything, but just slightly spread my hands, in the sense: she’s gone, she’s disappeared. Then, after thinking, he said about phacelia:

It was as if bluebirds had spent the night and left behind their blue feathers.

He paused, looked deeply at me and concluded in his own way:

Well, that means she won't come again.

And, looking around the blue field of phacelia, he said:

From the blue bird these are only blue feathers.

Were there nights? - he asked, not paying any attention to my business words.

Of course they were,” I answered like a real man.

He thought again and - such a tormentor! - asked again:

Well, it was just one night?

I was tired, I got a little angry, controlled myself and when asked, one or two, I answered with the words of Pushkin:

- “All life is one or two nights.”

Mikhail Prishvin

In the desert, thoughts can only be your own, which is why they are afraid of the desert, because they are afraid to be left alone with themselves.

Why did we stop? - he asked.

“Well,” I answered, “I wanted to listen to the bees.”

In order to finally return this corpulent red man with a wide head to real life, I asked him a very serious practical question for that time.

In my opinion,” I said, “without the support of cooperation, our propaganda of grass sowing is empty chatter.

“Have you,” he asked, “ever had your own Phacelia?”

How so? - I was amazed.

Well, yes,” he repeated, “was she?”

I understood and answered, as a man should, that, of course, it was, how could it be otherwise...

And did you come? - he continued his interrogation.

Yes, I came...

Where did it go?

It hurt me. I didn’t say anything, but just slightly spread my hands, in the sense: she’s gone, she’s disappeared. Then, after thinking, he said about phacelia:

It was as if bluebirds had spent the night and left behind their blue feathers.

He paused, looked deeply at me and concluded in his own way:

Well, that means she won't come again.

And, looking around the blue field of phacelia, he said:

From the blue bird these are only blue feathers.

Were there nights? - he asked, not paying any attention to my business words.

Of course they were,” I answered like a real man.

He thought again and - such a tormentor! - asked again:

Well, it was just one night?

I was tired, I got a little angry, controlled myself and when asked, one or two, I answered with the words of Pushkin:

- “All life is one or two nights.”

Arishin's question

When this woman left me, Arisha asked:

Who is her husband?

“I don’t know,” I said, “I didn’t ask.” And do we really care who her husband is?

How is it that “it doesn’t matter,” said Arisha, “how many times you sat with her, talked, and you don’t know who her husband is, I would ask.

“What nonsense - drowning! It's even worse than ours. At least then I’ll have some tea.”

Do you have a sense of nature? - I asked my new Phacelia.

What is this? - she asked in turn.

“And how could she know,” I thought, “if she, perhaps this Phacelia of mine, is “nature” itself.”

This thought struck me.

Once again, with this new understanding, I wanted to look into those sweet eyes and through them into that very “nature” of mine, desired, and eternally virgin, and eternally giving birth.

MBOU secondary school No. 12

Lesson-research.

Teacher of Russian language and literature Roldugina O.Yu.

ELETS-2014

Lesson-research.

Nature and man in M. Prishvin’s poem “Phacelia”.

Summary of a literature lesson in the 9th grade.

Goals:

Analyze what artistic means the writer uses, showing the spiritual path of the lyrical hero of the poem;

Improve the ability to analyze the text of a work of art.

- develop emotional memory, attention, active creative and associative thinking, oral and written speech, the ability to analyze, compare, and draw conclusions;

To cultivate a love for nature, a caring attitude towards it, a love for the Russian language; careful attitude to words, conscientiousness, independence, curiosity, the ability to see and hear beauty in nature.

Why then would a person be a person if he did not have the memory of a unique moment.

M. PRISHVIN

During the classes

1. Motivation, getting to the topic, goal setting.

There are writers in Russian literature that you can discover at any age - in childhood, in adolescence, as a mature person. One of these word artists is Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. (biography message)

Imagine a bright day... Prishvin is walking through one of the countless clearings of the spreading Russian forest. Here he listens sensitively to the silence, walking along the forest edge in his simple cowhide boots and blue jacket. Over one shoulder is your favorite gun, behind the other is a camera, next to you is your faithful dog. Weary hands hold a notepad. Now he will write something down. Maybe this:

“In every soul, the word lives, burns, shines like a star in the sky, and, like a star, goes out when it, having completed its journey in life, leaves our lips.

Then the power of this word, like the light of an extinguished star, flies to a person in space and time.

It happens that a star that has gone out for itself, for us people, burns on earth for thousands of years.

That person is gone, but the word remains and flies from generation to generation, like the light of a faded star in the Universe.”

Prishvin’s whole life was dear to his friend. To my best friend - the reader, in whose search many years of dreams and hopes, doubts and discoveries have passed. Many wonderful moments are captured in words on the pages of his books.

Among them, a special place is occupied by the lyrical and philosophical poem “Phacelia” - the first part of “Forest Drop”, created on the basis of diary entries in 1940.

Working with an epigraph and terms written on the board:

Poetics is a feature of a writer’s artistic style, a set of artistic means that he uses.

What works are called lyric-epic?

In terms of content, these works are lyrical (they convey the author’s feelings); in form – prosaic (properties of an epic); in volume - miniature. Hence the lyrical miniatures.

A philosophical sketch is the reflections of the author-narrator, presented in the form of an internal monologue. The impetus for reflection can be ordinary objects and phenomena of the reality surrounding a person, for example, a stream of water, an old tree, the cry of a bird, a gust of wind. The narrator’s thoughts end with a conclusion that gives the sketch a different, metaphorical or philosophical meaning.

2.Formulation of the topic and purpose of the lesson.

Hypothesis: Does the author really reveal the beautiful aspects of the human soul in nature in his works?

In accordance with the goal, the following tasks are set:

Consider the characteristic features of Prishvin the landscape painter, find out what the role of nature is in his work.

Show the features of the interaction between man and nature in the work “Phacelia”

Disassemble the miniatures “Life-giving Water”, “Blue Feathers”, “Hidden Power”, “Life-Life Rain”, “Forest Stream”, “Belated Water”.

The object of the study was the works of M.M. Prishvin “Life-giving Water”, “Blue Feathers”, “Forest Stream”, “Life-Life Rain”, “Late Spring”

The subject of the study is the peculiarities of interaction between man and nature

2. Working with the text of the poem. It is assumed that the text is read in its entirety before the lesson; fragments are read during the lesson.

Why did Mikhail Prishvin call the poem “Phacelia”?

This is blue honey grass, and the feather of a bluebird - a symbol of happiness, and the image of a loved one.

What are the features of the poem's composition? Create a cluster.

The main stages of the fate of the lyrical hero make up the content of the three chapters of the poem and are reflected in the titles and epigraphs to them. (Research results)

1. "Desert": “In the desert, thoughts can only be your own, that’s why they are afraid of the desert, because they are afraid to be left alone with themselves.” The desert is a symbol of loneliness in the poem, the abyss is a symbol of despair and death.

The first chapter - “Desert” - includes a description of the blooming blue phacelia and the bees buzzing above it in this honey-bearing paradise. This makes the hero think about his lost happiness, his lost loved one. In his fellow traveler, this “hum of life” also touched the soul, a conversation ensues (reading an excerpt).Prishvin’s connection between man and nature is not only physical, but also more subtle and spiritual. In nature, what is happening to himself is revealed to him, and he calms down. “At night, some kind of unclear thought was in my soul, I went out into the air... And then I recognized in the river my thought about myself, that I, like the river, am not guilty, if I cannot communicate with the whole world, closed from him with the dark veils of my longing for the lost Phacelia." Many miniatures are full of metaphors and aphorisms that help to condense thoughts to the utmost, reminiscent of a parable. The style is laconic, even strict, without any hint of sensitivity or embellishment. Each phrase is unusually capacious and meaningful. “Yesterday, in the open sky, this river echoed with the stars, with the whole world. Today the sky closed, and the river lay under the clouds, as if under a blanket, and the pain did not echo with the world - no!” In just two sentences, two different pictures of a winter night are visibly presented, and in context, two different mental states of a person. The word carries a rich semantic load. Thus, through repetition, the impression is strengthened by association: “... still remained a river and shone in the darkness and ran”; "... the fish... splashed much stronger and louder than yesterday, when the stars were shining and it was very cold." In the final two miniatures of the first chapter, the motif of the abyss appears - as a punishment for omissions in the past and as a test that must be overcome.

But the chapter ends with a life-affirming chord: “...and then it may happen that a person will conquer even death with the last passionate desire for life.” Conclusion. Yes, a person can overcome even death, and, of course, a person can and must overcome his personal grief. All components in the poem are subject to internal rhythm - the movement of the writer’s thoughts. And often the thought is honed into aphorisms: “Sometimes poetry is born in a strong person from mental pain, like resin in trees.”

Thus, the blue melliferous herb phacelia becomes the name of a loved one and an image of happiness.

Was Phacelia in the life of the author himself, M. Prishvin?

Message from students about M. Prishvin’s love for V.P. Izmalkova.

The lyrical hero's thoughts are still wandering in the desert. The desert here is loneliness, lack of harmony with the world, a spiritual desert, and not a large uninhabited expanse of earth. The breakthrough from loneliness to people does not happen immediately.

What images in this chapter convey the author’s state of mind?

Lemongrass, a yellow butterfly, sits on a lingonberry with its wings folded into one leaf; a black butterfly with a thin white border, a nun, died in the cold dew...

In the final two miniatures of the chapter, the image of the abyss appears. What is this connected with?

2. The second chapter is called “Rosstan”, which means a crossroads. The lyrical hero returns from the desert of loneliness to the fork in the road, remembers moments of his past life in the “desert of loneliness,” and seeks harmony with the world.

“Rosstan”: “There is a pillar, and from it there are three roads: one, another, the third to go - everywhere there is different trouble, but the same death. Fortunately, I am not going in the direction where the roads diverge, but from there back - for me, the disastrous roads from the pillar do not diverge, but converge. I am glad for the pillar and I am returning to my home along the right single path, remembering my misfortunes at Rosstana.” The second chapter, “Rosstan,” is devoted to identifying this hidden creative force. There are especially many aphorisms here. “Creative happiness could become the religion of humanity”; “Uncreative happiness is the contentment of a person living behind three castles”; “Where there is love, there is the soul”; “The quieter you are, the more you notice the movement of life.” The connection with nature is becoming closer. The writer seeks and finds in it “the beautiful sides of the human soul.”Conclusion .The best aspects of the life of nature continue in man, and he can rightfully become its king, but a very clear philosophical formula about the deep connection between man and nature and the special purpose of man:

Addition. In the writer’s artistic system, detailed comparisons and parallelisms play an important role. The miniature “Old Linden Tree,” which concludes the second chapter, reveals the main feature of this tree - selfless service to people.

We note that if the first chapter ends with thoughts about the abyss, then the second ends with hope for the future.

3. Chapter 3 is called “Joy.”“Sorrow, accumulating more and more in one soul, can one day flare up like hay, and everything will burn with the fire of extraordinary joy.” And joy is truly generously scattered in the very names of the miniatures: “Victory”, “Smile of the Earth”, “Sun in the Forest”, “Birds”, “Aeolian Harp”, “First Flower”, “Evening of the Blessing of the Buds”, “Water and Love” ", "Chamomile", "Love", A parable of consolation, a parable of joy opens this chapter: “My friend, neither in the north nor in the south is there a place for you, if you yourself are defeated... But if there is victory, - and after all, every victory - this is over yourself - if even the wild swamps alone were witnesses of your victory, then they too will flourish with extraordinary beauty, and spring will remain with you forever, one spring, glory to the victory.”

The surrounding world appears not only in all the splendor of colors, but is also sound and fragrant. The range of sounds is unusually wide: from the gentle, barely perceptible ringing of icicles, an aeolian harp, to the powerful blows of a stream in a steep direction. And the writer can convey all the different smells of spring in one or two phrases: “You take one bud, rub it between your fingers, and then for a long time everything smells like the fragrant resin of birch, poplar or the special memorable smell of bird cherry…”.

- How does the author express the joy of finding harmony with the world in the titles of the miniatures?

“The Smile of the Earth”, “The Sun in the Forest”, “Blooming Herbs”, “The Blossom of the Rosehip”, “The Song of Water”, “Rivers of Flowers”, etc.

3.Analysis of thumbnails by groups.

1. Expressive reading.

2.Artistic features.

3. The natural world is the human world.How Prishvin compares nature with man, with the human soul.

1st group - uh tude "Late Spring". "First the lilies of the valley bloom, then the rose hips: everything has its time to bloom. But it happens that a whole month has passed since the lilies of the valley have bloomed, and somewhere in the darkest wilderness of the forest one blooms and smells fragrant...” . The first part describes nature, the flowering of lily of the valley. And the second part talks about the human condition “And so, very rarely, but it happens to a person. It happens that somewhere in the quiet, in the shadows, an unknown person; they think of it as “outdated,” and they will pass by. And suddenly it will suddenly come out, light up and bloom.” . Analyzing the work “Lilies of the Valley are in Bloom”, I came to this thought. If the lily of the valley bloomed later than all other flowers, it means that it stood in the shade of the trees, and the sun could not warm it with its warmth in time. As soon as the sun reached it, it immediately blossomed. What a great influence the sun has on plants. It nourishes them and gives them energy. So in human life there is energy, warmth, because of which everyone flourishes: even the sick, old, and infirm. This is Love. In this work I want to compare the sun with love. Prishvin so quietly made us understand this. But not everyone will understand this, but only those who know how to feel nature and truly love. After all, love performs real miracles. Drawing a conclusion from the sketch “Late Spring,” I want to say: it turns out that everyone has their own spring.

2nd group.- In the sketch “Life-giving Rain,” rain can be compared with love. "Yes, this warm rain falling on the resinous buds of reviving plants, touches the bark so gently, right there changing color drop by drop, that you feel: this warm heavenly water for plants is the same as love for us " The grass is already completely dry without rain. But then the rain poured down, and the grass all rose up to meet the rain, turning green right before our eyes... This is what happens to a person. He can wither without love, wilt and even die. But as soon as love appears in his life, he will immediately perk up, blossom, opening his soul to love.

Here are three more lines from the miniature “Life-giving Rain”: “ The sun appeared at sunrise and softly closed, the rain began to fall, so warm and life-giving for the plant, like love for us.” Here, of the few words, almost all are written about rain, but this is the thought of love, of human life-giving love, and the entire image is dedicated to it, and for its sake it was born. Prishvin called such images a “lyrical response” and, explaining himself, said: “But I, my friends, write about nature, but I myself only think about people.” “And the same love, like ours, the same water - love - washed below, caressed the roots of a tall tree, and now, from this love - water - it collapsed and became a bridge from one bank to the other, and the heavenly rain - love continues to fall on the fallen tree with its roots exposed, and from this very love, from which it fell, the buds now open and smell of resinous aromas, and it will bloom this spring, like everyone else, bloom and give life to others... Completing its Thought, drawing a conclusion from the sketch “Life-giving Rain”, I want to say with lines from the sketch “Water and Love”. " For animals, from insects to humans, the closest element is love, and for plants – water: they thirst for it, and it comes to them from the earth and from heaven, just as we have earthly and heavenly love...”

3rd group. In the sketch "Blue Feathers" this is clearly visible. " Yesterday the bird cherry blossomed, and the whole city was dragging branches with white flowers from the forest. I know one tree in the forest: for how many years it has been fighting for its life, trying to grow higher, to escape from the hands of those who break it. And it succeeded - now the bird cherry tree stands all bare, like a palm tree. Without a single knot, so it’s impossible to climb, but at the very top it blossomed. The other one couldn’t cope, fell into disrepair, and now only sticks stick out from her.”. In the first part he describes the nature, the problem of bird cherry. And then he talks about the state of a person’s soul. " It happens that a person reaches his last point in longing for a person, but life doesn’t work out..." This is where he needs a sip of milk, one might say a saving sip of milk, human love. Some, like the first bird cherry, find the strength to bloom and cope with the dark streak in life; others, like the second bird cherry, die and cannot control themselves. In the image of a bird cherry, Prishvin showed human life. Prishvin knew how to look for and discover the beautiful sides of the human soul in a person.

4th group. From a philosophical point of view, the miniature “Forest Stream” is very important. "If you want to understand the soul of the forest, find a forest stream and go up or down its bank. I walk along the bank of my favorite stream in the very early spring. And this is what I see, and hear, and think... " In the natural world, Mikhail Mikhailovich was especially interested in the life of water; in it he saw analogues with human life, with the life of the heart. "Nothing lurks like water, and only a person’s heart sometimes hides in the depths and from there it suddenly illuminates, like the dawn on large, quiet water. The human heart is hidden, and that is why the light "- read the entry in the diary. “Forest Stream” is truly a symphony of a running stream, it is also a reflection on human life and eternity. The stream is the “soul of the forest”, where “grasses are born to the music”, where “resinous buds open to the sounds of the stream”, “and the tense shadows of the streams run along the trunks”. And the person thinks: sooner or later, he, too, like a stream, will fall into big water and will also be the first there. Water gives life-giving power to everyone. Here, as in “The Pantry of the Sun,” there is a motif of two different paths. The water divided and, having run around a large circle, joyfully came together again. There are no different roads for people who have a warm and honest heart. These roads are to love. The writer’s soul embraces everything living and healthy that is on earth, and is filled with the highest joy: “...my desired moment came and stopped, and as the last person from the earth, I was the first to enter the blooming world. My stream has come to the ocean ».

Conclusions. The color and sound palette in the poem is unusually wide. The writer's soul embraces all living things and is filled with joy. The hero overcomes loneliness, the image of Phacelia remains in the past as a symbol of irreparable loss, as a memory of wonderful moments of life. The dawn lights up in the sky, and at the end of his life the lyrical hero finds love again.

Reading by heart of the miniature “Love” by the student (message “The Last Love of M.M. Prishvin”).

4. Compiling a syncwine for the poem.

5. Summing up the lesson.

In “Phacelia” the writer seeks to find “the key to his own soul.” This book is filled with his apt observations, accurate descriptions of nature, and at the same time the author writes about the moral quest of man, about the feelings that fill the soul. Prishvin’s works are a real treasure trove for people, in which Prishvin the artist’s art of reflecting the world through the soul of man and the soul of nature was demonstrated. We see how leaves and grass come to life, and the entire forest with its swamps and glades, cuckoos and mosquitoes

Our hypothesis was confirmed.

Conclusion: Prishvin really compares nature with the human soul in his works, that is, he reveals the beautiful sides of the human soul in nature.

There are many secrets in life. And the biggest secret, in my opinion, is your own soul. What depths are hidden in it! Where does the mysterious longing for the unattainable come from? How to satisfy it? Prishvin helps us discover ourselves, our inner world and, of course, the world around us..

Return to the epigraph, comprehension.

5.Creative task (possibly for homework): write a lyrical miniature “Moments of Life.”

The great M. M. Prishvin created the lyrical and philosophical poem “Phacelia”. Each miniature is filled with poetic beauty emanating from the depths of thought. The composition traces the transition from loneliness to happiness. The author concluded the main ideas of the poem in the titles and prefaces of three chapters - “Desert”, “Rosstan” and “Joy”.

In the first chapter, the reader feels the pain of loss and the experience of loneliness. Although, from the first lines one can see the approach of great joy.

Prishvin subtly describes the physical and spiritual connection of man with nature, which is calming in nature. The writer uses many aphorisms and metaphors that strengthen the idea and make the story look like a parable. The author manages to convey to the reader in two sentences the different landscapes of two nights - the opposite states of the human soul. Every word of his is full of meaning. The last miniatures of the chapter “Desert” outline the abyss - as a kind of punishment for unused opportunities in the past and upcoming trials. The conclusion of the chapter is very life-affirming - a person can cope with his grief.

“Rosstan” is dedicated to hidden human potential. Thanks to the close connection between man and nature, the best qualities are revealed in him. Prishvin uses detailed comparisons and draws parallels. “The Old Linden Tree,” the miniature that concludes the chapter, reveals the purpose of this tree—selfless service to man.

“Joy” is a chapter in which this feeling is present in every title of the miniatures: “Victory”, “Sun in the Forest”, “Smile of the Earth” and others. The author is trying to convey to the reader the idea that there are no unnoticed victories, surrounding plants can be witnesses, but the taste of victory will remain forever with a person.

Prishvin conveys the splendor of the surrounding world not only with a variety of colors, but also with extraordinary descriptions of the various sounds of nature and the smells of spring.

This poem helps a person find a way out of their state of extreme despair, break out of a dead end in life, find peace of mind and joy.

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