Mayakovsky. ... ... - Pushkino is a dacha area near Moscow (now the city of Pushkin), which Mayakovsky described in one of his most popular poems " An extraordinary adventure, former with Vladimir ...
AN UNUSUAL ADVENTURE WHICH WAS WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN SUMMER AT THE DACHA
(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)
In one hundred and forty suns, the sunset blazed,
summer rolled into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
at the dacha it was.
Hillock Pushkino humped
Shark mountain
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village,
10 curved roofs with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and into that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
the sun was rising.
20 And day after day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once I got angry
that in fear everything faded,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
enough to hang around in the heat! "
30 I shouted to the sun:
"The parasite!
you are covered in the clouds
but here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters! "
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, goldface,
than so
go idle,
40 to me
would go for tea! "
What have I done!
I am lost!
To me,
willingly,
itself,
spreading a ray-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want not to show my fear -
50 and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
Already passing by the garden.
Through the windows
at the door,
entering the gap,
the sun was falling,
fell in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a bass:
60 "I'm chasing the lights back
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive tea,
drive the jam, poet! "
A tear from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him -
for a samovar:
"Well,
70 sit down, shine! "
The devil pulled my insolence
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it wouldn't work out worse!
But Ias strange from the sun
flowed, -
and gravity
forgetting
80 sittin 'talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about it,
something has stuck with Rost,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, you think
90 shine
easily?
- Go and try! -
But you go -
started to go,
you go - and you shine at both! "
They talked like that until dark -
before former night i.e.
What darkness is there?
No misters"
100 we are with him, completely mastered.
And soon,
friendship without melting,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
there are two of us, comrade!
Let's go poet,
take a look
let's sing
110 the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
poems ".
Wall of shadows
prison nights
under the suns the double-barreled gun fell.
Poems and light of commotion -
shine into anything!
I'll get tired
120 and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream book.
Suddenly - I
in the whole world to be able -
and again the day rings;
Always shine
shine everywhere,
until the last days of the bottom,
shine -
130 and no nails!
Here is my slogan -
and the sun!
Read by Oleg Basilashvili
Basilashvili Oleg Valerianovich
Born September 26, 1934 in Moscow.
Honored Artist of the RSFSR (1969).
People's Artist of the RSFSR (08/04/1977).
People's Artist of the USSR (11/30/1984).
Mayakovsky Vladimir Vladimirovich (1893 - 1930)
Russian Soviet poet. Born in Georgia, in the village of Baghdadi, in the family of a forester.
From 1902 he studied at the gymnasium in Kutaisi, then in Moscow, where after the death of his father he moved with his family. In 1908 he left the gymnasium, devoting himself to underground revolutionary work. At the age of fifteen he joined the RSDLP (b), carried out propaganda tasks. Was arrested three times, in 1909 he was in solitary confinement in Butyrka prison. There he began to write poetry. From 1911 he studied at the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. Having joined the Cubo-Futurists, in 1912 he published his first poem - "Night" - in the futuristic collection "Slap in the Face to Public Taste".
The theme of the tragedy of human existence under capitalism permeates the greatest things of Mayakovsky's pre-revolutionary years - the poems "A Cloud in Pants", "Flute-Spine", "War and Peace". Even then, Mayakovsky strove to create the poetry of "squares and streets", addressed to the broad masses. He believed in the imminence of the coming revolution.
Epic and lyric poetry, smashing satire and ROSTA's propaganda posters - all this diversity of Mayakovsky's genres bears the stamp of his originality. In the lyric-epic poems "Vladimir Ilyich Lenin" and "Good!" the poet embodied the thoughts and feelings of a person in a socialist society, the features of the era. Mayakovsky had a powerful influence on the progressive poetry of the world - he taught Johannes Becher and Louis Aragon, Nazim Hikmet and Pablo Neruda. In the later works "The Bedbug" and "The Bath" there is a powerful satire with elements of dystopia on the Soviet reality.
In 1930 he committed suicide, unable to endure the internal conflict with the "bronze" Soviet era, in 1930, he was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery.
Due to the fact that the work is based on dialogue and has a bright journalistic beginning, reading the verse "An Unusual Adventure" by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky will be interesting for both an adult and a young schoolchild. The theme of this poem is the poet's hard but noble work. The main lyrical hero is a working poet. The plot of the work is a fantastic meeting between Mayakovsky and the sun.
The text of Mayakovsky's poem "An Unusual Adventure" was written in 1920. It tells how Mayakovsky, angry at the sun for the fact that it bakes strongly, invited him to visit. To the poet's surprise, the sun responded and soon was already sitting at his house. Vladimir Vladimirovich and his guest began to talk about how difficult their work is. By the end of the evening, they became friends. Mayakovsky even began clapping the sun on the shoulder. During the conversation, they came to the conclusion that everyone should follow their calling and do their job with full dedication.
The work is studied at school at a literature lesson in grade 7. The teacher reads it completely to the children, analyzes it with them, and then gives them a part of it to be taught at home. On our website you can read the poem online or download it.
An extraordinary adventure from
Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha
(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)
In one hundred and forty suns, the sunset blazed,
summer rolled into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
at the dacha it was.
Hillock Pushkino humped
Shark mountain
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village,
curved roofs with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and into that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
the sun was rising.
And day after day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once I got angry
that in fear everything faded,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
“Get down!
enough to hang around in the heat! "
I shouted to the sun:
“The parasite!
you are covered in the clouds
but here - do not know either winters or years,
sit, draw posters! "
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, goldface,
than so
go idle,
to me
would go for tea! "
What have I done!
I am lost!
To me,
willingly,
itself,
spreading a ray-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want not to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
Already passing by the garden.
Through the windows
at the door,
entering the gap,
the sun was falling,
fell in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a bass:
“I'm chasing the lights back
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive the jam, poet! "
A tear from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him -
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, shine! "
The devil pulled my insolence
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it wouldn't work out worse!
But Ias strange from the sun
flowed, -
and gravity
forgetting
sitting talking
with a luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about it,
something has stuck with Rost,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, you think
shine
easily.
- Go and try! -
But you go -
started to go,
you go and you shine at both! "
They talked like that until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is there?
No misters"
we are with him, completely mastered.
And soon,
friendship without melting,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
“You and me,
there are two of us, comrade!
Let's go poet,
take a look
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
poems ”.
Wall of shadows
prison nights
under the suns the double-barreled gun fell.
Poems and light of commotion
shine into anything!
I'll get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream book.
Suddenly - I
in the whole world to be able -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere,
until the last days of the bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!
The other day I watched a stunning sunset .... and I remembered something of V. Mayakovsky ... "In one hundred and forty suns, the sunset blazed,
summer rolled in July, it was hot, the heat was floating — it was at the dacha. "Once I knew this long poem by heart, but here, I could not really remember, of course I lit up .... I climbed to look, found it, and here it is - (right below the photo) .... Wow, I like Mayakovsky !!!
AN UNUSUAL ADVENTURE WHICH WAS WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN SUMMER AT THE DACHA
(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha, 27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway)
In one hundred and forty suns, the sunset blazed,
summer rolled into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
at the dacha it was.
Hillock Pushkino humped
Shark mountain
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village,
curved roofs with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and into that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
the sun rose alo.
And day after day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once I got angry
that in fear everything faded,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
“Get down!
enough to hang around in the heat! "
I shouted to the sun:
"The parasite!
you are covered in the clouds
but here - do not know either winters or years,
sit, draw posters! "
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, goldface,
than so
go idle,
to me
would go for tea! "
What have I done!
I am lost!
To me,
willingly,
itself,
spreading a ray-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want not to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
Already passing by the garden.
Through the windows
at the door,
entering the gap,
the sun was falling,
fell in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a bass:
"I'm chasing the lights back
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Chai drive
drive the jam, poet! "
A tear from my eyes -
The heat was driving me crazy
but I told him -
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, shine! "
The devil pulled my insolence
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it wouldn't work out worse!
But Ias strange from the sun
flowed, -
and gravity
forgetting
sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about it,
something has stuck with Rost,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, you think
shine
easily?
- Go and try! -
But you go -
started to go,
you go and you shine at both! "
They talked like that until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is there?
No misters"
we are with him, completely mastered.
And soon,
friendship without melting,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
“You and me,
there are two of us, comrade!
Let's go poet,
take a look
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses ".
Wall of shadows
prison nights
under the suns the double-barreled gun fell.
Poems and light of commotion -
shine into anything!
I'll get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream book.
Suddenly - I
in the whole world to be able -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere,
until the last days of the bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan -
and the sun!
"An extraordinary adventure that was with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha"
(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)
In one hundred and forty suns, the sunset blazed,
summer rolled into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
at the dacha it was.
Hillock Pushkino humped
Shark mountain
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village,
curved roofs with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and into that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
the sun was rising.
And day after day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once I got angry
that in fear everything faded,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
enough to hang around in the heat! "
I shouted to the sun:
"The parasite!
you are covered in the clouds
but here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters! "
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, goldface,
than so
go idle,
to me
would go for tea! "
What have I done!
I am lost!
To me,
willingly,
itself,
spreading a ray-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want not to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
Already passing by the garden.
Through the windows
at the door,
entering the gap,
the sun was falling,
fell in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a bass:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive the jam, poet! "
A tear from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him -
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, shine! "
The devil pulled my insolence
yell at him -
confused
i sat on the corner of the bench
i'm afraid it wouldn't work out worse!
But Ias strange from the sun
flowed, -
and gravity
forgetting
sitting talking
with a luminary
gradually.
About that
i'm talking about it,
something has stuck with Rost,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, you think
shine
easily.
- Go and try! -
But you go -
started to go,
you go - and you shine at both! "
They talked like that until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is there?
No misters"
we are with him, completely mastered.
And soon,
friendship without melting,
i hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
there are two of us, comrade!
Let's go poet,
take a look
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
poems ".
Wall of shadows
prison nights
under the suns the double-barreled gun fell.
Poems and light of commotion
shine into anything!
I'll get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream book.
Suddenly - I
in the whole world to be able -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere,
until the last days of the bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!
An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha
(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha, 27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway)
In one hundred and forty suns, the sunset blazed,
summer rolled into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
at the dacha it was.
Hillock Pushkino humped
Shark mountain
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village,
curved roofs with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and into that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
the sun rose alo.
And day after day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once I got angry
that in fear everything faded,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
“Get down!
enough to hang around in the heat! "
I shouted to the sun:
"The parasite!
you are covered in the clouds
but here - do not know either winters or years,
sit, draw posters! "
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, goldface,
than so
go idle,
to me
would go for tea! "
What have I done!
I am lost!
To me,
willingly,
itself,
spreading a ray-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want not to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
Already passing by the garden.
Through the windows
at the door,
entering the gap,
the sun was falling,
fell in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a bass:
"I'm chasing the lights back
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Chai drive
drive the jam, poet! "
A tear from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him -
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, shine! "
The devil pulled my insolence
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it wouldn't work out worse!
But Ias strange from the sun
flowed, -
and gravity
forgetting
sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about it,
something has stuck with Rost,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, you think
shine
easily?
- Go and try! -
But you go -
started to go,
you go - and you shine at both! "
They talked like that until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is there?
No misters"
we are with him, completely mastered.
And soon,
friendship without melting,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
“You and me,
there are two of us, comrade!
Let's go poet,
take a look
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses ".
Wall of shadows
prison nights
under the suns the double-barreled gun fell.
Poems and light of commotion -
shine into anything!
I'll get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream book.
Suddenly - I
in the whole world to be able -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere,
until the last days of the bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan -
and the sun!
Mayakovsky Vladimir Vladimirovich (1893 - 1930)
Russian Soviet poet. Born in Georgia, in the village of Baghdadi, in the family of a forester.
From 1902 he studied at the gymnasium in Kutaisi, then in Moscow, where after the death of his father he moved with his family. In 1908 he left the gymnasium, devoting himself to underground revolutionary work. At the age of fifteen he joined the RSDLP (b), carried out propaganda tasks. Was arrested three times, in 1909 he was in solitary confinement in Butyrka prison. There he began to write poetry. From 1911 he studied at the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. Having joined the Cubo-Futurists, in 1912 he published his first poem - "Night" - in the futuristic collection "Slap in the Face to Public Taste".
The theme of the tragedy of human existence under capitalism permeates the greatest things of Mayakovsky's pre-revolutionary years - the poems "A Cloud in Pants", "Flute-Spine", "War and Peace". Even then, Mayakovsky strove to create the poetry of "squares and streets", addressed to the broad masses. He believed in the imminence of the coming revolution.
Epic and lyric poetry, smashing satire and ROSTA's propaganda posters - all this diversity of Mayakovsky's genres bears the stamp of his originality. In the lyric-epic poems "Vladimir Ilyich Lenin" and "Good!" the poet embodied the thoughts and feelings of a person in a socialist society, the features of the era. Mayakovsky had a powerful influence on the progressive poetry of the world - he taught Johannes Becher and Louis Aragon, Nazim Hikmet and Pablo Neruda. In the later works "The Bedbug" and "The Bath" there is a powerful satire with elements of dystopia on the Soviet reality.
In 1930 he committed suicide, unable to endure the internal conflict with the "bronze" Soviet era, in 1930, he was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery.
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