The twentieth century in Russia became the time of two world wars, three revolutions, Civil War, a number of victories that influenced world history, and almost a smaller number of tragedies that brought the people innumerable suffering. However, our country endured all these tests, largely thanks to the spiritual culture that has been forming in the depths of the people for centuries and has found its embodiment in national folklore, Orthodoxy, Russian philosophy, literature, music, painting.
The golden age of Russian literature turned out to be in the distant past, and at the beginning of the 20th century it was replaced by silver Age... The specificity of this period can be considered the active interaction of different arts, however futurism, to which the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky belongs, claimed the birth of a super-art capable of transforming the world. New art required new ways of expression. Shocking became the main method. These are biting names, and harsh assessments, and motivations for action.
But the main thing is that Futurism made an orientation towards changing the language. The Futurists did not stand on ceremony with the word: it was objectified, it could be split, altered, new combinations created from these fragmented, destroyed words. Some futurists went into this experiment "headlong", but not Vladimir Mayakovsky. Having created a fundamentally new tonic verse, he did not abandon the true meaning of the word. Therefore, his poems are full of vivid images, unusual means, but most of all - ideas.
In 1916, when Russia was in a state of unfinished war, Mayakovsky wrote poem "Tired"... Judging by the title and date of writing, the work must clearly be associated with the war. What can get bored during the war? Death of people, injuries, hunger, devastation ... However, the first lines of the poem unexpectedly draw the reader to the names of the great classics: "Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet"... Obviously, after reading the imperishable works of these poets, the hero, "Guided by longing for people", goes to cinemas, taverns, cafes. But is it possible to find a person in these places? In the hope of still seeing him, the lyrical hero looks around, although "Fear screams from the heart" and "Rushes over the face, hopeless and boring".
... unknown neither on land nor in the depths of waters,
works diligently on the veal leg
the most mysterious creature.
In the process of endless absorption of food (this is at a time when millions of soldiers at the front were starving), this creature turns into "Two arshins of faceless pink dough"... The worst thing is that everything around is just teeming with similar specimens, and this leads the hero to a disappointing conclusion: "No people"... Probably, this phrase can be considered the main idea poems. But the hero goes further in his reasoning. In despair from the feeling of loneliness, in longing for humanity and beauty, the hero turns to the whole city. He is ready to not just throw himself to the ground, rubbing his face into blood "Stone bark" "Washing the asphalt with tears"... The hero wants to escape from this crowd, where they do not understand "The cry of a thousand daily torment".
Seen at a table in a cafe "Ugly" it is difficult to call a person who should be endowed with reason, and not an eternal desire to fill his womb. And then, in an effort to find at least some living soul "Lips tired of caress" the hero is ready "A thousand kisses" cover by "Smart tram face".
He finds salvation in the house, because, as you know, my house is my fortress:
I'll go to the house.
I'll stick to the wallpaper.
There, even a tea rose on the wallpaper of a room seems to be a more suitable listener and interlocutor than the humanoid creatures he saw, and to her, not to them, he is ready to read his poems.
As a kind of conclusion, he publishes the final lines, as they say, "For history":
When everyone settles in heaven and hell,
the earth will be summed up -
remember:
in 1916
beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd.
It is sad to realize that in the most difficult years of severe trials, the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky did not find beautiful people around, first of all, with a soul. And then the title of the poem becomes fully understandable: "Tired" call to conscience, tired of knocking on open door, tired of looking for real people!
"Tired of" Vladimir Mayakovsky
Didn't sit out at home.
Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet.
Again,
longing for people led,
go
to cinematographs, taverns, cafes.At the table.
Radiance.
Hope shines to a foolish heart.
And if in a week
so the Russian has changed,
that my cheeks will burn with the fires of his lips.Carefully I lift my eyes
rummaging through the jacket pile.
"Back,
back,
back! "
Fear screams from the heart.
Torn across the face, hopeless and boring.I do not obey.
I see
a little to the right,
unknown neither on land nor in the depths of waters,
works diligently on the veal leg
the most mysterious creature.You look and do not know whether he is eating or not.
You look and do not know whether he is breathing or not.
Two arshins of faceless pinkish dough!
if only the mark was embroidered in the corner.Only swaying falling on the shoulders
soft folds of shiny cheeks.
Heart in a frenzy
tears and flies.
“Come back!
What else? "I look to the left.
The mouth was open.
I turned to the first, and it became different:
for the one who saw the second image
first -
resurrected Leonardo da Vinci.No people.
You understand
the cry of a thousand daily anguish?
The dumb soul does not want to go
and tell to whom?I throw myself to the ground
stone bark
I rub my face into the blood, washing the asphalt with tears.
Lips tired of caress
I'll cover with a thousand kisses
smart tram face.I'll go to the house.
I'll stick to the wallpaper.
Where is the rose more tender and tea?
Do you want -
you
pockmarked
read "Simple as a Moo"?For history
When everyone settles in heaven and hell,
the earth will be summed up -
remember:
in 1916
beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd.
Analysis of Mayakovsky's poem "Tired"
The theme of loneliness is very clearly traced in the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky, who considered himself a genius and at the same time was convinced that his work was inaccessible to others. However, the poet was looking not so much for companions, as for people who would sympathize with him and show the most ordinary human attention. In a crowd of thousands of people, Mayakovsky could feel restless and useless. He carried this feeling with him throughout his life, regretting that there was not a single person in the whole world who could accept the poet as he is.
Living alone and at the same time being a public person is quite difficult. Mayakovsky tried to express this contradictory feeling in the poem "Tired", written in 1916. The author, in need of moral support and encouragement, "led by longing for people", goes on another walk around the city, choosing the places of the greatest concentration of people. He is looking for those who could become close to him spiritually, each time catching himself thinking that "hope shines to a foolish heart." It should be borne in mind that by the time of writing the poem "Tired" the society is already so saturated with revolutionary ideas that practically all the lines have been erased between the estates. And by appearance it is difficult to determine who is in front of you - yesterday's peasant, who got rich on the wheat trade, or an impoverished aristocrat, drunk and degraded. Therefore, at the sight of a motley crowd in a restaurant, the poet's “fear shouts from his heart. Torn across the face, hopeless and boring. " Mayakovsky's gaze catches individualswhose faces are "two arshins of faceless pinkish dough." It is difficult for a poet to penetrate under this mask of indifference and indifference, which others veil their true feelings with. Therefore, the author bitterly declares: “There are no people,” And the realization of this shocks Mayakovsky so much that he is ready to rub his face into the blood on the pavement, “washing the asphalt with tears” and seek sympathy from a passing tram, which, unlike people, is “smart muzzle ", as well as the wallpaper with delicate tea roses, which are pasted over the walls of his room.
The poet has no complaints about the imperfect world, which is so unfair to those who need love and care.... However, the author gives society a disappointing diagnosis, arguing that "in 1916 beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd." Moreover, we are not talking about appearance, but about the spiritual qualities for which the Russians were famous, possessing responsiveness, tolerance, sensitivity and natural kindness.
The twentieth century in Russia was the time of two world wars, three revolutions, the Civil War, a number of victories that influenced world history, and almost less tragedies that brought untold suffering to the people. However, our country endured all these tests, largely due to the spiritual culture that has been forming in the depths of the people for centuries and has found its embodiment in national folklore, Orthodoxy, Russian philosophy, literature, music, painting.
The golden age of Russian literature was in the distant past, and at the beginning of the twentieth century it was replaced by the Silver Age. The specificity of this period can be considered the active interaction of different arts, however futurism, to which the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky belongs, claimed to be the birth of a super-art capable of transforming the world. New art required new ways of expression. Shocking became the main method. These are biting names, and harsh assessments, and motivations for action.
But the main thing is that Futurism made an orientation towards changing the language. The Futurists did not stand on ceremony with the word: it was objectified, it could be broken up, altered, new combinations created from these fragmented, destroyed words. Some futurists went into this experiment "headlong", but not Vladimir Mayakovsky. Having created a fundamentally new tonic verse, he did not abandon the true meaning of the word. Therefore, his poems are full of vivid images, unusual means, but most of all - ideas.
In 1916, when Russia was in a state of unfinished war, Mayakovsky wrote poem "Tired"... Judging by the title and date of writing, the work must clearly be associated with the war. What can get bored during the war? Death of people, injuries, hunger, devastation ... However, the first lines of the poem unexpectedly draw the reader to the names of the great classics: "Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet"... Obviously, after reading the imperishable works of these poets, the hero, "Guided by longing for people", goes to cinemas, taverns, cafes. But is it possible to find a person in these places? In the hope of still seeing him, the lyrical hero looks around, although "Fear screams from the heart" and "Rushes over the face, hopeless and boring".
... unknown neither on land nor in the depths of waters,
works diligently on the veal leg
the most mysterious creature.
In the process of endless absorption of food (this is at a time when millions of soldiers at the front were starving), this creature turns into "Two arshins of faceless pink dough"... The worst thing is that everything around is just teeming with similar specimens, and this leads the hero to a disappointing conclusion: "No people"... Probably, this phrase can be considered the main idea poems. But the hero goes further in his reasoning. In despair from the feeling of loneliness, in longing for humanity and beauty, the hero turns to the whole city. He is ready to not just throw himself to the ground, rubbing his face into blood "Stone bark" "Washing the asphalt with tears"... The hero wants to escape from this crowd, where they do not understand "The cry of a thousand daily torment".
Seen at a table in a cafe "Ugly" it is difficult to call a person who should be endowed with reason, and not an eternal desire to fill his womb. And then, in an effort to find at least some living soul "Lips tired of caress" the hero is ready "A thousand kisses" cover by "Smart tram face".
He finds salvation in the house, because, as you know, my house is my fortress:
I'll go to the house.
I'll stick to the wallpaper.
There, even a tea rose on the wallpaper of the room seems to be a more suitable listener and interlocutor than the humanoid creatures he saw, and to her, not to them, he is ready to read his poems.
As a kind of conclusion, he publishes the final lines, as they say, "For history":
When everyone settles in heaven and hell,
the earth will be summed up -
remember:
in 1916
beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd.
It is sad to realize that in the most difficult years of severe trials, the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky did not find beautiful people around, first of all, with a soul. And then the title of the poem becomes fully understandable: "Tired" call to conscience, tired of knocking on an open door, tired of looking for real people!
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In 1916, the territory of Russia was subjected to bloodshed as never before, I will be in a war with the Entente. At this time, the poet Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky writes his creation - the verse "Tired". By the title and looking at the year the poem was written, we can say with confidence that the work has absorbed what is happening in the war. After all, something gets boring during tyranny, murder and hunger. With the first lines of the verse, the poet draws the reader to the names of the classics: "Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet." A clearly familiar hero with the creations of these writers, "led by longing for people", goes to "cinematographers, taverns, cafes." Trying to find a person there, our hero looks around, but "fear shouts from the heart." Still, hearing the voice of fear, our hero sees: "the most mysterious creature." Observing the eating of food without end, at the moment when the front-line soldiers were starving, the creature transforms into "two arshins of faceless pink dough." But the fear is that there are simply so many people like them around, which makes our hero come to the difficult conclusion: "There are no people." This phrase could be considered the main one in this poem, but the hero does not stop there, addressing the whole city, feeling loneliness and longing for people. He is ready for a lot, rubbing his face with "stone punishment, washing the asphalt with tears." An insatiable desire awakens in him to escape from all those who cannot understand the "cry of thousands of daily torments."
Having seen the "ugly face" at a table in a cafe, it is difficult to call a person whose reason should be priority and not the desire to eat, filling the stomach. And after that, striving for at least someone alive, "tired of the caress with his lips," our hero intends to "cover the face of the tram with a thousand kisses." And only in his house does the hero find salvation, where the same tea rose, depicted on the wallpaper, seems to him a better listener than the creatures that he saw, and that he is ready to read his creations to her.
For the writer Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky, it was a blow that in difficult times he did not meet people who were beautiful in soul. After all, a sensitive conscience, beauty of the soul and a warm heart have always been present in a Russian person before. And now the meaning of the name "Tired" is clear - a verse where one is tired of crying out to conscience, knocking on an open door.
The twentieth century in Russia was the time of two world wars, three revolutions, the Civil War, a number of victories that influenced world history, and almost less tragedies that brought untold suffering to the people. However, our country endured all these tests, largely due to the spiritual culture that has been forming in the depths of the people for centuries and has found its embodiment in national folklore, Orthodoxy, Russian philosophy, literature, music, painting.
The golden age of Russian literature was in the distant past, and at the beginning of the twentieth century it was replaced by the Silver Age. The specificity of this period can be considered the active interaction of different arts, however, futurism, to which the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky belongs, claimed the birth of a super-art that could transform the world. New art required new ways of expression. Shocking became the main method. These are biting names, and harsh assessments, and motivations for action.
But the main thing is that Futurism made an orientation towards changing the language. The Futurists did not stand on ceremony with the word: it was objectified, it could be broken up, altered, new combinations created from these fragmented, destroyed words. Some futurists went into this experiment "headlong", but not Vladimir Mayakovsky. Having created a fundamentally new tonic verse, he did not abandon the true meaning of the word. Therefore, his poems are full of vivid images, unusual means, but most of all - ideas.
In 1916, when Russia was in a state of unfinished war with the Entente, Mayakovsky wrote the poem "Tired". Judging by the title and date of writing, the work must clearly be associated with the war. What can get bored during the war? Death of people, injuries, hunger, devastation ... However, the first lines of the poem unexpectedly draw the reader to the names of the great classics: "Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet." Obviously, having read the incorruptible works of these poets, the hero, "guided by longing for people," goes to cinemas, taverns, cafes. But is it possible to find a person in these places? In the hope of still seeing him, the lyrical hero looks around, although "fear screams from the heart" and "rushes over his face, hopeless and boring."
... unknown neither on land nor in the depths of waters,
the most mysterious creature.
In the process of endless absorption of food (this is at a time when millions of soldiers at the front were starving), this creature turns into "two yards of faceless pink dough." The worst thing is that everything around is simply teeming with such specimens, and this leads the hero to the disappointing conclusion: "There are no people." Probably, this phrase can be considered the main idea of \u200b\u200bthe poem. But the hero goes further in his reasoning. In despair from the feeling of loneliness, in longing for humanity and beauty, the hero turns to the whole city. He is ready not just to throw himself to the ground, rubbing his face into the blood with the "bark of stone", "washing the asphalt with tears. The hero wants to escape from this crowd, where they do not understand the "cry of thousands of daily torments."
The "ugly face" seen at a table in a cafe can hardly be called a person who should be endowed with reason, and not an eternal desire to fill his womb. And then, in an effort to find at least some kind of living soul with "lips tired of caress" the hero is ready to cover the "clever face of the tram with a thousand kisses".
He finds salvation in the house, because, as you know, my house is my fortress:
I'll go to the house.
I'll stick to the wallpaper.
There, even a tea rose on the wallpaper of the room seems to be a more suitable listener and interlocutor than the humanoid creatures he saw, and to her, not to them, he is ready to read his poems.
As a conclusion, he publishes the final lines, as they say, "for history":
remember:
in 1916
It is sad to realize that in the most difficult years of severe trials, the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky did not find beautiful people around, first of all, with a soul. After all, the Russian people have always been famous for their spiritual beauty, warm heart and sensitive conscience. And then the title of the poem becomes fully understandable: "tired" of calling to conscience, tired of knocking on an open door, tired of looking for real people!
The poem "Tired"
Didn't sit out at home.
Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet.
Again,
longing for people led,
go
to cinematographs, taverns, cafes.
At the table.
Radiance.
Hope shines to a foolish heart.
And if in a week
so the Russian has changed,
that my cheeks will burn with the fires of his lips.
Carefully I lift my eyes
rummaging through the jacket pile.
"Back,
back,
back! "
Fear screams from the heart.
Torn across the face, hopeless and boring.
I do not obey.
I see
a little to the right,
unknown neither on land nor in the depths of waters,
works diligently on the veal leg
the most mysterious creature.
You look and do not know whether he is eating or not.
You look and do not know whether he is breathing or not.
Two arshins of faceless pinkish dough!
if only the mark was embroidered in the corner.
Only swaying falling on the shoulders
soft folds of shiny cheeks.
Heart in a frenzy
tears and flies.
"Come back!
What else? "
I look to the left.
The mouth was open.
I turned to the first, and it became different:
for the one who saw the second image
first -
resurrected Leonardo da Vinci.
No people.
You understand
the cry of thousands of daily torments?
The dumb soul does not want to go
and tell to whom?
I throw myself to the ground
stone bark
i rub my face into the blood, washing the asphalt with tears.
Lips tired of caress
i'll cover with a thousand kisses
smart tram face.
I'll go to the house.
I'll stick to the wallpaper.
Where is the rose more tender and tea?
Do you want -
you
pockmarked
read "Simple as a Moo"?
For history
When everyone settles in heaven and hell,
the earth will be summed up -
remember:
in 1916
beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd.