Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: a different work will be captivated by you more if you will consider it near, and otherwise - if you leave away.

Small chemmered poems annoy nerves more than the creaking of non-scam wheels.

The most valuable in life and in verses is something that has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Among all the arts, poetry is more than others being tempted to replace their own peculiar beauty stolen sparkles.

Humboldt V.

Poems succeed, if created with sincere clarity.

Writing poems closer to worship, what is usually believed.

When you know, the poems grow out of what kind of sera, without keeping shame ... as a dandelion at the fence, like burdocks and a swan.

A. A. Akhmatova

Not in some poetry poetry: she is spilled everywhere, she is around us. Take a look at these trees, on this sky - everywhere blows beauty and life, and where beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

Many people have an essay of poems - this is a disease of the growth of the mind.

Lichtenberg

Lovely verse is similar to a bow conducted by sound fibers of our being. Nothing - our thoughts makes the poet sing inside us. I tell us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our soul our love and our grief. He is a cockpit. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

There, where graceful poems are poured, there is no place to be favored.

Murassaki Sikiba

I appeal to the Russian renovation. I think that in time we turn to white verse. Rhymes in Russian too little. One causes another. The flaper inevitably drags the stone. Because of the feeling, art looks. Who is not bored with love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.

- ... good your poems, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! - Suddenly, boldly and frankly said Ivan.
- Do not write anymore! - I asked the newly imploringly.
- I promise and swear! - solemnly uttered Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poems; Poets differ from the rest only by what they write them in words.

John Falez. "Lover of French Lieutenant"

Any poem is a bedspread, stretched at the episodes of several words. These words will glow as stars, because of them there is a poem.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok.

The poets of antiquity Unlike modern rarely created more dozens of poems during their long life. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, for each poetic product of those times, the whole universe, filled with miracles, is often dangerous for the one who carelessly wake the rear-arms lines.

Max Fry. "Cattle Dead"

One of his clumsy hippopots-poems, I attached such a paradise tail: ...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not worry, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not the sea and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive critics. They are only miserable in poetry pebbles. What can the critic about the depths of your soul? Do not let his vulgar feeling handles there. Let the poems seem to him with a ridiculous muming, chaotic sticks of words. For us, this is the song of freedom from a tedious reason, a nice song, sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Cryger. "Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And there are nothing more tears, as a clean poetry that rejected the word.

Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov

There is a green noise,
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Playing, diverge
Suddenly the wind is riding:
Swing bushes Olkhovy,
Floral dust raises
As a cloud - all green:
And air, and water!

There is a green noise,
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Scrubly my hostess
Natalia Patriyevna,
Water will not clutch!
Yes, the trouble with her happened,
How summer I lived in St. Petersburg ...
Herself said, stupid,
Tipung to her tongue!

In the hollow of himself with a framer
Winter locked us,
In my eyes are severe
Looks - the wife is silent.
I keep silent ... and dummy
People does not give:
Kill ... so sorry hearty!
Out - there is no strength!
And here is the winter
Roars and day and night:
"Kill, kill a grant!
Villas Love!
Not that very centuryrs are whining
Night, no long night
Do not find peace.
Your eye shameless
Neighbors come off! .. "
Under the song-blizzard winter
Strengthened Duma Luta -
Summary I am an eastern knife ...
Yes, suddenly spring squeezed ...

There is a green noise,
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

How milk lured
Cherry gardens are standing,
Tihochonko noise;
Priges the warm sun,
No funny
Pine forests;
A number of new greens
Will love the song
And linden pale
And White Berezonka
With green oblique!
Malaya straws cohesive
Noise High Maple ...
They noise in a new way,
A new, spring ...

There is a green noise,
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Lake People's Duma,
The knife rolled out of the hands,
And all the song I am heard
One - in the forest, in the meadow:
"Love, as long as loved,
Terepi, as long as it is waiting,
Goodbye while saying goodbye
And - God's judge! "

Nikolai Nekrasov is difficult to call the lover of landscape lyrics, although in many of its poems there are entire chapters devoted to the description of nature. The author initially interested in social topics, so to the writers who devoted poems by the beauty of meadows and forests, Nekrasov treated with some condemnation, believing that they simply squander their talent.

Nevertheless, in 1863, under the impression of the Ukrainian folk songs, Nekrasov wrote a "green noise" poem. A similar colorful epithet in Ukraine was often granted spring, which carried a transformation and renewal of nature. Such a figurative expression was so struck the poet that he made it key in his poem, using as a kind of refreven. It is not surprising that later a string from this work was based on the song of the same name.

The poem begins with the phrase that "goes down the green noise". And immediately, the pedantic author gives decryption to this line, telling about how "playing, suddenly the wind suddenly diverges." It runs on the waves on the tops of shrubs and trees, which only recently covered with young foliage. This is the very green noise that is impossible to confuse anything else. Symbol of spring, he reminds that the most delightful time has come, when "as a cloud - everything is divided, and the air, and water!".

After such a lyrical joining Nekrasov still moves to his favorite social theme, with the help of minor strokes recreation of a picture of rural life. This time the poet's attention was attracted by the love triangle, in the center of which was a simple rural woman who changed her husband while he was on earnings in St. Petersburg. Justice winter, locked spouses in the hollow, instilled in the heart of the head of the family not the most pious thoughts. He wanted to kill a betrayal, as it was squeezing such a deception - "so there is no strength." And as a result, the knife is already shaped, and the thought of murder is becoming increasingly tangible. But Spring came and dispelled the obsession, and now "priges the warm sun, the funny pine forests are noisy." When the soul is light, all dark thoughts go away. And the magic green noise will seem to put everything in their place, cleaning the heart from the bad. The husband forgives his incorrect spouse with the words: "Love, as long as he loves." And this is a favorable attitude towards a woman who caused him a strong mental pain, you can perceive, as another gift of Spring, which has become a turning point in the life of a rural pair.

To read the verse "green noise" Nekrasova Nikolai Alekseevich, as a rule, is proposed to students in the lesson of literature in grade 8. Teachers first analyze the work with children, and then set to teach it completely by heart.

The text of the poem of Nekrasov "Green Noise" was written in 1863. Nikolay Alekseevich rarely wrote a landscape lyrics. He believed that it had no need. She does not put any serious questions and thus does not give answers on them, no socially significant problems solve. Steamed he wrote after listening to Ukrainian songs. It is in them that spring gives such a characteristic as "green noise". The work of Nikolai Alekseevich has an annular composition. It begins it with the description of nature and finishes it by adding only moral instructions. However, the writer describes not only the nature of nature. He also tells the story of one rural couple. The wife changed her husband while he was on earnings in St. Petersburg. Winter came. Because of the cold, they cannot disperse, and they have to live together. For a long time, the hero wants to kill her. He can't forgive her betrayal. But then spring comes. Men's anger weakens, and he still forgives the wrong spouse.

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There is a green noise *,
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Playing, diverge
Suddenly the wind is riding:
Swing bushes Olkhovy,
Lifting the dust flower
As a cloud: all green,
And air and water!

There is a green noise,
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Scrubly my hostess
Natalia Patriyevna,
Water will not clutch!
Yes, the trouble with her happened,
How summer I lived in St. Petersburg ...
Herself said stupid
Tipung to her tongue!

In the hives itself with a deceiver
Winter locked us,
In my eyes are severe
Looks - the wife is silent.
I keep silent ... and dummy
People does not give:
Kill ... so sorry hearty!
Out - there is no strength!
And here is the winter
Roars and day and night:
"Kill, kill, grant!
Villas Love!
Not that very centuryrs are whining
Night, no long night
Do not find peace.
Your eye shameless
Squeeze dice! .. "
Under the song-blizzard winter
Strengthened Duma Luta -
Summary I am an eastern knife ...
Yes, suddenly spring squeezed ..

There is a green noise,
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

How milk lured
Cherry gardens are standing,
Tihochonko noise;
Priges the warm sun,
No funny
Pine forests.
A number of new greens
Will love the song
And linden pale
And White Berezonka
With green oblique!
Malaya straws cohesive
Noise High Maple ...
They noise in a new way,
A new, spring ...

There is a green noise.
Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Lake People's Duma,
The knife rolled out of the hands,
And all the song I am heard
One - and the forest, and meadow:
"Love, as long as loved,
Teremp, as long as
Goodbye while saying goodbye
And - God's judge! "

* So the people call awakening
Nature in the spring. (Approx. N.A.Nekrasova.)

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Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov. "Green Noise"

Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov

There is a green noise,

Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Suddenly the wind is riding:

Swing bushes Olkhovy,

Floral dust raises

As a cloud - all green:

And air, and water!

There is a green noise,

Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Scrubly my hostess

Water will not clutch!

Yes, the trouble with her happened,

How summer I lived in St. Petersburg ...

Herself said, stupid,

Tipung to her tongue!

In the hollow of himself with a framer

Winter locked us,

In my eyes are severe

Looks - the wife is silent.

I keep silent ... and dummy

Kill ... so sorry hearty!

Out - there is no strength!

And here is the winter

Roars and day and night:

"Kill, kill a grant!

Not that very centuryrs are whining

Night, no long night

Do not find peace.

Your eye shameless

Under the song-blizzard winter

Strengthened Duma Luta -

Summary I am an eastern knife ...

Yes, suddenly spring squeezed ...

There is a green noise,

Green Noise, Spring Noise!

How milk lured

Cherry gardens are standing,

Priges the warm sun,

A number of new greens

Will love the song

And linden pale

And White Berezonka

With green oblique!

Malaya straws cohesive

Noise High Maple ...

They noise in a new way,

There is a green noise,

Green Noise, Spring Noise!

Lake People's Duma,

The knife rolled out of the hands,

And all the song I am heard

One - in the forest, in the meadow:

"Love, as long as loved,

Terepi, as long as it is waiting,

Goodbye while saying goodbye

Nikolai Nekrasov is difficult to call the lover of landscape lyrics, although in many of its poems there are entire chapters devoted to the description of nature. The author initially interested in social topics, so to the writers who devoted poems by the beauty of meadows and forests, Nekrasov treated with some condemnation, believing that they simply squander their talent.

Nevertheless, in 1863, under the impression of the Ukrainian folk songs, Nekrasov wrote a "green noise" poem. A similar colorful epithet in Ukraine was often granted spring, which carried a transformation and renewal of nature. Such a figurative expression was so struck the poet that he made it key in his poem, using as a kind of refreven. It is not surprising that later a string from this work was based on the song of the same name.

The poem begins with the phrase that "goes down the green noise". And immediately, the pedantic author gives decryption to this line, telling about how "playing, suddenly the wind suddenly diverges." It runs on the waves on the tops of shrubs and trees, which only recently covered with young foliage. This is the very green noise that is impossible to confuse anything else. Symbol of spring, he reminds that the most delightful time has come, when "as a cloud - everything is divided, and the air, and water!".

After such a lyrical joining Nekrasov still moves to his favorite social theme, with the help of minor strokes recreation of a picture of rural life. This time the poet's attention was attracted by the love triangle, in the center of which was a simple rural woman who changed her husband while he was on earnings in St. Petersburg. Justice winter, locked spouses in the hollow, instilled in the heart of the head of the family not the most pious thoughts. He wanted to kill a betrayal, as it was squeezing such a deception - "so there is no strength." And as a result, the knife is already shaped, and the thought of murder is becoming increasingly tangible. But Spring came and dispelled the obsession, and now "priges the warm sun, the funny pine forests are noisy." When the soul is light, all dark thoughts go away. And the magic green noise will seem to put everything in their place, cleaning the heart from the bad. The husband forgives his incorrect spouse with the words: "Love, as long as he loves." And this is a favorable attitude towards a woman who caused him a strong mental pain, you can perceive, as another gift of Spring, which has become a turning point in the life of a rural pair.