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Everyone doesn't want to go. Pasternak - Everyone wants to go (reader Tsarov). Literary direct and genre

Boris Pasternak

I want to go to the very essence of everything ...

Zbirnik

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It's time for Pochatkov. 1912-1914

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Lutius. By the way, black and white posters!

Write about the fierce Ridma,

Poki gurkitliva sloota

Burn in the black spring.

By the way, a little bit. For a piece of hryvnia,

Through the blagovist, through the clicker,

Move over there, de angry

More fucking black and tears.

De, yak charred pears,

Three trees of a thousand grakiv

Rise in the kalyuzhi and then fall off

Dry vague to the bottom of my eyes.

Let her melt the blacks,

I win with cries of sight,

It’s more accidental, Tim Virnishe

Vіrshі readma is stored.

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Yak brazier with bronze ash,

Beetles in a husky sleepy garden.

With me, with my candle, time

Weaves rozkvitli hang.

I, yak in nechuvanu vira,

I am going to ciu nich,

De poplar zastarilo-syriy

Having touched a thousandth border,

De rates, yak viyavlena tamnitsa,

In a whisper of apples,

De garden hang in the bud

I trim the sky in front of you.

1912, 1928

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If the labyrinth is behind the liri

Sing with a glance,

Lіvoruch flare up Іnd,

Right before the Euphrates.

And in the middle mіzh cim і tim

With terrible simplicity

Legends of knowledge We are going

Fly a sv_y stovburny harmony.

Win virost over the stranger

I ask: my sin!

I am a historical person

Uvіyshov in the family Lesin.

I am light. I am a member of celebrities,

I'm throwing tin myself.

I am the life of the earth, її zenit,

Її a cob day.

I dreamed of autumn in napivsvitli glasses,

Friends and ti in the blazensku yurbi,

I, like from heaven, to bring blood to blood,

Descending my heart to your hand.

Ale hour minav, і old, і deaf,

І, pavoloki rami sіbnі,

Zorya in the garden doused the rock

The crooked sloz of the heather.

Ale is the hour for the old people. І plump,

Yak lid, trishav and tanuv krіsel shovk.

Raptom, guchna, faltered and died down,

I dream, as a vidgomin dzvonu, deputy.

I threw myself. Buv, yak osin, dark

Svitanok, і vіter, vіddalyayuchis, nіs,

Yak behind the cart to run the boards of straw,

Birch trees are coming across the sky.

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I pic. Me, yak Ganimed,

They carried the scoundrels, they carried them down.

Yak krila

I came from the land.

I pic. First fabrics

The veil enveloped me.

Stuff with wine in bottles

I dig a rock with a sum

I pic, and the axis is already hot before

The eagle is stunned.

Days are far away, if the forerunner,

She poured love over me.

Ale hiba mi in the wrong sky?

That is why it belongs to the hobby,

Shho, like a funeral swan for myself,

With the eagle pich-o-plich and ty.

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Everybody put on a Christmas coat

І to burrow behind the clumps of drippings,

But you can't mark any of them,

I know that I have washed it down with rejection.

Raspberry leaves will become silver,

Throw it back with a twist.

Sonce sumno seogodnі, yak ty, -

Sonce nini, yak ty, Welder.

Everybody put on a Christmas coat,

Ale and mi can be lived without a bitch.

We cannot replace for nothing

Clouze me to drink.

railway station

Train station, in a hot box

Rozluk my, sights and rosluk,

Viprobovaniy friend and pointer,

Seize - do not deceive merit.

Buvalo, my whole life is in a scarf,

Leave a warehouse before boarding,

I plow harpy muzzles,

In a couple of eyes, we rozklavshi.

Buvalo, deprive me to sit down -

I Krishka. Pripav і otnіk.

Goodbye, it's time, my joy!

I will scramble at once, the guide.

Buvalo

At the maneuvers of villains and sleepers

І be the plastics of the DAC,

Without drinking the buffer.

I dull whistle of repetitions,

And nearby to echo the іnshy,

І poizd mete along the peron

Deaf with many humps.

The first axis is already unbearable,

I axis is already, behind the dim all,

The field і vіter can be seen, -

Oh, bootie b and me in that number!

Venetsia

I'm booing up early

Klatsannyam vіkonny skl.

Rozmokshiy kam'yanoi bagel

At the water, Venetsia plive.

Everything was quiet, i, prote,

Wow, I am chuv cry, і wіn

Pidib'єmo of the silenced sign

Still worried about the sky.

Win with a scorpion trident

Mandolin subsided over the smooth surface

I tієї women obrazhenoї,

Bootie may be, the visions are far away.

Now it's a verse and a black one

After erasing on hands in імлі.

The Great Canal with a slanting smile

Oziravsya, yak v_kach.

In the distance behind the parking lot

In the surplus of sleep, Java was jovial.

Venice of Venice

I threw myself from the embankments by swimming.

1913, 1928

I cuddle up to virvi

Curl, yak rablik, winter.

"By the way, you don't want to - to the sides!"

Shumi-sharudinnya, grim to the garmider.

“So - in the“ sea of praise ”?

In povist,

Curl with jgut,

De vstavayut in the cherga, why not gotuyuch?

So - in life? It means - to tell you about those

Yak Nechaya Kinets? About zamorit,

Smіhu, shtovkhaninі, bіganinі?

It means that the sea is fair

Verse I, not right about the day? "

Tse sinks chi gudinnya?

Rejudge chi room-quiet?

For this chi, having cooked a tinny,

Gryukayut the fire?

Dushnikiv

I look around - and cry.

I'll have a bite to the black carriages,

The bile hmara has a reckless driver.

І nepoloty note

Put the parapet on the window.

For cups of vitriol

Nothing was booming and dumb.

1913, 1928

P'yu girkotu tuberose, heavens girkotu girkotu

And in them I burn your feelings of joy.

P'yu the girkota of evenings, nights and crowded zborisches,

Reading stanza to sir girkot p'yu.

Viplodka meysteren, mi hardness is not tolerant,

Nadіynomu shmatku is stripped of the vorozhnecha.

An unsettling winter of nights is a quiet, healthy cupbearer,

Yakim, you can, do not be fooled by nikoli.

Recession and death are the feasts of our meals.

I quiet dawn - the tops of the trees burn -

Have a biscuit, yak misha, dig anapest,

I poplyushka, sleepy, change my outfit.

Pidlogi pidmetheni, on the tablecloth - ni krikhti,

Yak childish kiss, quietly dikhaє virsh,

І Poppelushka to live - at the day of luck on a droshky,

And the buildings are left alone, - and on their own two.

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Insert from a gurkitlivaya rhombus

Before dawn areas

Naspіv my seals with a seal

Unbreakable boards.

When the sky is clear, don't joke

The verse "I want to go to the very essence of everything" bulo was written in 1956.

It was not an easy hour for Pasternak's creativity. Immediately after the action was taken, all the ts'kuvannya of the poet would accept it more and more. Pasternak is the author of the knowledge, a distant kind of Radian ideology, without ideology and apolitical. Held in 1948, a campaign to fight cosmopolitanism kicked off Pasternak. Already overruled the collection of "Vibrano" in 1948, they were not included in the light of the same vibrani crossbeams. Only the words of Stalin's death in the magazine "Banner" overcame Pasternak's extra verses for the unprecedented novel "Doctor Zhivago".

Khrushchevska vidliga, hoped in 1956 for the publication of "Doctor Zhivago" At the end of the hour, just a little bit for the poet, but with the butt of "a great twist of his own thoughts." Itself about the tse versh "I want to go to the very essence of everything."

Literary direct and genre

Let me explain the nature and the problem of creativity.

Radianske literary studies brought the revolt to literary direct socialist realism, which was presented in new optimism. A lyrical hero, from the point of view of Radianskiy literary knowledge - a reference of Radianska Lyudin, who bazhaє go to the very essence of life, viconati his robot good. Such is the point of view, vrahoyuchi biography and look at the writer, є hibnoy.

Theme, main idea and composition

The theme of virsha is a secret, a formula of creativity, virsha. Pasternak rozmirkovuє about the themes of his creativity and about those who reach the perfect level. The main idea of the Pole lies in the fact that the distance of the journey, which is not enough, is not between, and that between the thoroughness of the journey, both in life, and in the addiction - is not insight. It’s the poet’s success, the cordon, the vysnovok from the efforts of the lived life and the readiness to the onset of the stage.

Virsh to be stored for 10 stanzas and to repair the poet's book "If you roam". In the first three stanzas, the lyrical hero brings out his soul, he explains, he is very important in life and in creativity. There are three stanzas of devotion to those addictions in the poet's work. Stanzas 7 to 9 realize Voltaire's metaphor from the povist "Candide": the need to blot out your garden. The garden for the lyrical hero is creativity. The hero describes the stem of the virsha yak viroshuvannya garden.

The remaining stanza is the introduction of the pidsumk. Already the people of women - tse, from one side, reaching, which give the author the opportunity to see himself as a paramount, and from the other - only more strongly pull the pull of the onion of creativity, with which ready to break new victories, new results.

Stitches and images

In the first three stanzas, Pasternak is not seen as a powerful metaphor, vikory is just a metaphor: go to the very heart, to the days, roots, heartwood, heart troubles, grab the thread... Tsi strophes - try to logically mirkuvati about the whole life ( go to the very essence, so that you learn the day, the reason, the present, the root, the core for everything you see with it) І about the areas of stagnation of cich tsіley ( a robot, a shout of a way, think about it, feel like it, love, the brutality of the message).

Ale lyric hero - the Persh sings for everything, not a philosopher. From the unrealized ones, for not until the end of the implementation, Tim has chosen the theme of love as it is most important in the journey. Yogo mіrkuvannya to obey to the knowledge of the strike: "Oh, yakby I am tilki mіg." The lyrical hero vvazhaє, who does not reach the full extent in the inventory of addiction, and that he himself is not mindful of nature.

Vіsіm ryadkіv, from the point of view of the poet - the ideal range of love lyrics. Singing the 19th century as a whole could accommodate all the powers of predilection in 8 rows. Tse is the ideal of the lyrical hero. Dalí win pererakhovuє the subject of lyrical verse, not the vicious word of the word, but only the part of the mov, which volodya of the meaning of objectivity is the name: lawlessness, mischief, mischief, chase, failure to covet, likt, dolon... With the hand of the master, the picture of addiction in the development of the development is completely formed. In the sixth stanza, the lyrical hero is robbing the swing at those who want to bring the "law" of addiction, which is more like a formula of love, in which there is an ear of addiction, regularities and instincts of addiction.

The verses from this to the ninth are reminiscent of the famous Pasternak metaphor. As soon as it is in the garden, then the processing of the demand will appear again, "to all the tremulous veins." Lipovi alei uosoblyuyutsya, trees melt in single file, in the pile. On the mind of the world about addictions, Pasternak is not the subject of a journey, virshiv, but the essence of nature, dikhannya trojand i m'yati, bows, sedge, sinokis, gurkit grozy... The lyrical hero is good at playing Chopin's etudes; miracle of filvarks (small Polish matkiv), parks, haivs, graves.

Remain, the pidsumkov stanza has been turned by philosophical thoughts to the ear of a verse. The hero wants to go to the very essence, and the richness of the richness, the richness of the successes, which is tied with the bush, the groove, the yak, a metaphor of life. The very dosyagnennya is metaphorically depicted with the stretched pull of the bow, with the spring, the zavdyaki like the stench have arisen.

Rosemir and rimuvannya

The change of the iambic spellings with the correct cherguvannyam chotirokh-i double-footed rows. Rimuvannya is perekhresna, the cholovich of Rome is deserving of women.
Parsnip will end his thought in one unpaired row, through which the feud will emerge, so that it will turn out from the dvovirshiv and repeat itself in the inner rim. Everything is reminiscent of the turns - pauses, which in the prose of the move are not in the same sentences. The enmity enters, the lyrical hero thinks out in a voice, shokhvilini lovers over the saying.

The verse "I want to go to everyone" is one of the quiet ones, as the author assigns a great importance to this theme: the role of the poet in the suspension. A short analysis "I want to go to everyone" for a plan to help students of the 7th grade rozibrat in the day of ideas, contributed by Pasternak to the whole tvir. Razbir can be used as a base material for additional materials at the level of literature.

short analysis

History history- Tvir written by Pasternak in 1956 rotsi, all for chotiri rocky until his death. You can see it all over again after his death in the posthumous collection "If you roam" (1961 rik).

Virsha theme- the formula of creativity, the ability to reach the perfect level in the chosen busyness and the space between for the whole level of detail.

composition- three-part. The first three stanzas are dedicated to the emotional experiences of the poet. The next three tell about those, how the role in his creativity was played by addiction, and the rest of the chotiri is a metaphor about the workings of the garden and the walls.

genre- philosophical lyrics.

virsovaniy rozmir- iambic with cross rimuvannyam.

adolescents – "Sertseva Troubles", "Days Gone", "You Live a Wonder".

metaphor–"Day of the day", "snatch the thread along", "break up all the tremulous veins", "dikhannya trojand", "the triumph of the triumph is reached and the tough bow is pulled.".

porvnyannya – "Virshi yak garden".

History history

The verse "I want to go to everything," was written in a folding period for Pasternak, since all the literature turned against him and became opponents. The first axis in 1956 sings rotsi write a versh-discussion about the share of creativity. Tsei tvir was opened by itself from thinking about their share and the essence of their creativity.

Theme

Parsnips are hungry for a lot of ideas about creativity, get a formula for it. The first axis in the whole creation is to look at the warehouses of one's creativity, to talk about those who are guilty of being pragmatic to perfection. And all the same he sings so long as he doesn’t bawl himself like a talented writer, vvazhaє, hey, what a pragmatist. I prodovu pratsyuvati over myself.

composition

It is stored in ten stanzas, and it is divided into three parts.

Persha - three stanzas that bring out the soul of the poet. They think about themselves, about those who live and especially - how to create.

Another part - such three stanzas - is assigned to addictions, as it flares up among people. This theme has become one of those who have found one in his creativity, so Pasternak will introduce this great place in his software creation. The lyrical hero is a philosopher who raises awareness about the nature of addiction and sees the theme of love as one of the greats in literature.

The third movement is the whole of the final strophes. Carrying out the competition between creativity and the edifice of the garden, sings, according to the essence, describing his principle of the formation of the verses. In the last stanza, I bring the pids of the bag, it seems that the people are better off, and the new poetry rows are ready.

genre

Parsnip vzagali having given a rewrite of philosophical lyricism - the center of tvir is rendered yakraz to such a genre. He sings about the nature of creativity, its essence and problems.

To open up the idea of \ u200b \ u200bwin vikoristovuv in their love rose - iambic, in which, in the correct after-date, two-and-a-thiristope runoffs are cherished. Chugutsya і Rome - a cholovicha from zhіnochoї. The zavdyak of the enemy of lightness, which was established by such a rank, is to be built, so tsey tvir - just thinking aloud. 4.4. All otrimano scores: 13.

Boris Pasternak

Everybody wants to go
To the very heart.
At the robots, at the jokes of the road,
At the heart of trouble.

Until the day passed,
Until õh cause,
Until the days, to the roots,
To the core.

Pull the thread for the whole hour
Dol, go,
Live, think, see, love,
Zd_jsnyuvati vіdkrittya.

Oh, yakby I am tilki mig
I want a chastkovo,
I wrote bi visim row
About the power of addiction.

About lawlessness, about sins,
Bigah, chase,
Unexpectedly grabbing,
Liktyakh, dolonyakh.

I viviv bi її law,
Її ear,
І repeating її іmen
Ініціали.

I used to smash vershi, like a garden.
All three veins
Blossoms b li in them spіl,
Low, in the middle.

At the top of the line, I’m out of this Trojan,
Dikhannya m'yati,
Meadows, sedge, synokis,
Grozi gurkit.

So prick Chopin in
live a miracle
Folvarkov, parkiv, gaiv, graves
Have your own study.

reached the celebration
Gra and borosno -
taut
Tight bow.

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Everybody wants to go
To the very heart.
At the robots, at the jokes of the road,
At the heart of trouble.

Until the day passed,
Until õh cause,
Until the days, to the roots,
To the core.

Pull the thread for the whole hour
Dol, go,
Live, think, see, love,
Zd_jsnyuvati vіdkrittya.

Oh, yakby I am tilki mig
I want a chastkovo,
I wrote bi visim row
About the power of addiction.

About lawlessness, about sins,
Bigah, chase,
Unexpectedly grabbing,
Liktyakh, dolonyakh.

I viviv bi її law,
Її ear,
І repeating її іmen
Ініціали.

I used to smash vershi, like a garden.
All three veins
Blossoms b li in them spіl,
Low, in the middle.

At the top of the line, I’m out of this Trojan,
Dikhannya m'yati,
Meadows, sedge, synokis,
Grozi gurkit.

So prick Chopin in
live a miracle
Folvarkov, parkiv, gaiv, graves
Have your own study.

reached the celebration
Gra and borosno -
taut
Tight bow.

Analysis of the verse "I want to go to the very essence of everything" Pasternak

B. Pasternak, indifferent to the majestic portion of the life and creativity, is rich in what to become a mysterious and immodest figure. Yogo vіrshi zavzhid be in sovіyu yaku a taєmnitsa, inaccessible to large readers. Folding images, which are intertwined in unmistakable days, convey the richness of the poet's inner light. Yogo was respected as a human being, we will learn it in ourselves, and creativity - we will see it from real life. In 1956 Pasternak opened the verse "I want to go to the very essence of everything," in which he grasped his aim to creativity. Vono can vvazhatsya programmed by the statement of the singer.

Pasternak declares that in his pragna "go to the very essence". It is not only to creativity, but to all life as a whole. Yogo is not satisfied with the surface analysis. The philosophical serpent of a skin object and a manifestation is guilty of the intelligence, sings, to touch the very "core".

Winning to know that you can’t leave you can’t die, but don’t throw a try. Ludska Mova is zanadto surrounded, pulled to the ground. The food of truth is unavailable on the basis of a high level of quality. The main meta of Pasternak is to admit such "we see rows", as they would describe all the power of human predilections. Yogo creative pochuk is similar to the scientific method. The author would like to introduce one zahalny law, that all show souls in order to be ordered. As soon as you succumb to it, then you will become not just rimmed words. They will vindicate the physical power of the new light: colors, sounds, smells. Leather TV will become mirror images of reality. Parsnip is encouraged to be able to live through the unfinished business between life and life. Vin vvazhak, who has significantly close to Chopin, in the musical works like "parks, gai, graves" have come to life. The creative work of the poet of the spravozhny is “the tough onion”, which symbolizes the occasional and precise construction - virshi.

Parsnip will explain why you do it - it's a long-term pohk of speeches that are used to the senses. Їx cannot be taken literally. The stench is very special and, naturally, inaccessible to the mass reader. Mozhlivo, czym was guilty of protesting against the overwhelming panuvannya to socialist realism, as it was aimed at describing specific facts and reasons. Such a method is Pasternak respecting primitive and unworthy of a true creator. Describe the phenomenon can і journalist. Nadati yomu zagalnolyudske meaning, to show the very essence is ill-advised without a deep philosophical analysis.