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was born in 1848 into a family of serfs in the village of Nizovka, Tver province. He studied at school for two incomplete winters, then his mother sent her eleven-year-old son to work in St. Petersburg. The next years of Drozhzhin's life were spent wandering around Russia, he changed many professions. In St. Petersburg (1860-1871) he was engaged in self-education, got acquainted with the works of Nikolai Nekrasov, Alexei Koltsov, Ivan Nikitin, Leo Tolstoy and others. The first publication of Drozhzhin in the magazine "Literacy" (1873). Since that time, Drozhzhin began to be published in many magazines: “Delo”, “Slovo”, “Family Evenings”, “Russian Wealth”, etc., including those from Tver - “Tver Vestnik” (1878-1882). Due to the poor financial situation and under the influence of meetings with Leo Tolstoy (1892, 1897), he returned to his homeland (1896), devoting himself to literary work. In 1903, the "Circle of Writers from the People" organized an evening dedicated to the 30th anniversary of the poetic activity of S. D. Drozhzhin; one of the organizers of the evening was I. A. Bunin, who called Drozhzhin "the most gifted self-taught poet." The University of Sciences awarded Drozhzhin a lifetime pension in 1903; in 1910 - a prize for the collections Treasured Songs, Poems 1866-1888, New Russian Songs, Bayan; in 1915 - an honorary review named after A. S. Pushkin for the collection "Songs of the Old Ploughman". By the end of the 19th century, he became the most famous Russian peasant poet, in Nizovka in the summer of 1900 he was visited by the Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke, who translated his poems into German. Many poems of the pre-October period were very popular among the people, became songs, were recorded for gramophones, penetrated into folklore. He died in 1930 and was buried in the village of Shosha. After filling the Ivankovsky reservoir in 1937, his ashes and the last house were transferred to the village of Novozavidovsky, where a museum was opened (more than 2 thousand storage units).

Anatoly Gorbunov Born in 1942 in the village of Mutina, Kirensky District, Irkutsk Region. The first book "Wonder Woman" was published in 1975 by the publishing house "Young Guard". In the same year he became a laureate of the All-Union Literary Competition. N. Ostrovsky with a medal and a participant in the VI All-Union Conference of Young Writers. Member of the Union of Writers of the USSR since 1977. In the 80s, he published books of poems "Autumn", "Belfry", "Shoots" and essays "Taiga and People". Later, the books "Zurchinki", "Silver Echo", "Fishermen-Hunters" were published. In 2006, he was awarded the Governor's Prize for the books The Side of the River and Keys and Locks. Laureate of the All-Russian competition dedicated to the 200th anniversary of the birth of G.Kh. Andersen, competition of literary creativity "Golden leaf fall" named after Yuri Chernykh, received the prize of the International Competition for Children's and Youth Books named after A.N. Tolstoy and the All-Russian Literary Prize named after P. Ershov.

Nikolai Zinoviev was born in 1960 in the village of Korenovskaya (now the city of Korenovsk) of the Krasnodar Territory. He studied at a vocational school, a machine-tool technical school, at the philological faculty of the Kuban State University, but after graduating from the university he worked in a field far from philology: he worked as a loader, concrete worker, and welder. In 1993 he was admitted to the Writers' Union of Russia on the basis of the first book of poems "I walk the earth" (1987), since 2009 he has been a member of the board of the Writers' Union of Russia. Author of thirteen poetry books published in Moscow, Krasnodar, Irkutsk, Kyiv, Novosibirsk. Laureate of the International competition of the newspaper "Literaturnaya Rossiya" and the company "Rosbytsoyuz-Invest", the Grand Literary Prize of Russia. In 2005, at the invitation of Valentin Rasputin, Nikolai Zinoviev took part in the All-Russian festival "Days of Russian Spirituality and Culture" Radiance of Russia "" (Irkutsk). Lives in Korenovsk.

Grigory Gaverov was born on June 12, 1931 in Kyiv. In 1954 he graduated from the Irkutsk State University, Faculty of Law. Professor, Doctor of Law. He was awarded the medal "Veteran of Labor" and the badge "For excellent success in work." Grigory Stepanovich was a passionate hunter, a professional musician and an excellent writer. Author of books: "Before and after the verdict" (1991), "Don Juan and Justice" (1995), "Honeymoon on the bunk" (1996), "The Secret of a Grave" (1999) , a collection of poems and poems "Nightingales at the Vagankovsky cemetery" (1996). Grigory Stepanovich died on August 28, 2002.

was born in 1967 in the city of Bodaibo, Irkutsk Region. Author of two poetry books "Intonation" (2009) and Ascorbic Twilight "(2011). Laureate of the "1st Open Baltic Championship in Russian Poetry - 2012". Lives in Irkutsk.

Alexander Ippolitov was born in 1956 in the city of Cheremkhovo, Irkutsk Region. Graduated from the Faculty of Law of the Irkutsk State University in 1979. Member of the Union of Journalists of the USSR since 1982. Diploma winner of the All-Russian Competition of the Union of Journalists of Russia. His poems and essays were published in the journal "Siberia" and poetry collections.

MBOU"Secondary Russian-Tatar School No. 14"

Vakhitovsky district of Kazan

EXTRACURRICULAR READING

5th class

RUSSIAN POETS ABOUT EARLY AUTUMN

Prepared by:

teacher of Russian language and literature

Salazkina Svetlana Alexandrovna

Kazan

Topic: Poets of Russia about early autumn.

Target: 1. Improving the skills of expressive reading.

Expanding the general horizons of students.

Instilling love for poetry, native nature.

The lesson is held in a natural area

Teacher's word.

Summer has flown by. September has come - it's time for a young autumn. And we, together with the poet of the "Silver Age" V. Bryusov, say:

Hello blue autumn days

Gold lindens and aspens crimson ...

SEPTEMBER- a month of colorful leaves, farewell songs. The old Russian name for September is "spring" - the month of the first frost. For the early twilight, the people called this month "the evening of the year", for the gloomy sky, frequent bad weather - "frown", for the yellowness of the foliage - "zhovten".

Guys, what is September famous for?

(Sample student responses: September is famous for harvesting vegetables, fruit picking continues. The leaves on the trees are starting to turn yellow.

September is a good time for mushroom pickers. Birds fly south. In September, fine, warm days are often set - Indian summer; etc. And at school we

we traditionally celebrate the “Gifts of Autumn” holiday)

A. Tvardovsky "The Beginning of Autumn"

Webs are floating
Above the sleepy stubble.
Rowan blush
under every window.
Wheezing in the morning
Roosters are young.
Rains light
Mushrooms fall out.
Tractor drivers sing
Leaving for the cold.
Villages are getting ready
For Harvest Day.

SEPTEMBER- a rich month, a beautiful month. Especially good now in the forest! The September air is surprisingly clean and transparent. It is filled with a special aroma of foliage, cold matinees, the wind that takes away from us the warm sun, good weather, and migratory birds.

How greedily the birds rush to the south

Through the leaf fall, through the cold.

To drink to the full of the sun

And in a foreign land make sure

That the Motherland will not be repeated

Nothing,

nowhere

And never... (V. Molodyakov)

Reading a poem to students

A. Tvardovsky "Forest in autumn"

Between thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable -
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.

Too bad we're not in the forest. But it's great that there is a natural corner on the school grounds where we can admire the autumn colors.

Look: the asters in the flowerbed are still full of colors, the lime and poplar have turned yellow, the mountain ash has turned red, and only the Christmas tree continues to remain green.

What do you think the fallen leaves could tell you? (Oral compositions-miniatures of students)

Great time! The poets who sang of autumn are right! Let's look at their poems.

2 . Reading the poems of Russian poets by students

F. Tyutchev "Autumn"

Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...

Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only cobwebs of thin hair
Shines on an idle furrow!

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms -
And pure and warm azure pours
To the resting field...

"Autumn" by K. Balmont

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake

S. Drozhzhin "Summer has passed ..."

The summer has passed

The sun from behind the clouds

With kind regards

Does not cast beam;

Leaves flew around

In the midst of autumn blizzards

The birds have flown away

To the far south;

In the yard and in the field

And in the wilderness of the forests

Hear them no more

(and other poems)

3. Summing up the lesson.

Autumn imperceptibly, as if stealthily, entered the city. Great this time of the year. She is never sad, even if it is cold and rainy. Love autumn as Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin loved it, enjoy its beauty and uniqueness.

And remember: “Autumn time. Eye charm!

F







Photographs from the school exhibition "Gifts of Autumn"

Poems about autumn by S. Drozhzhin are illuminated by some special, quiet light. The lines of his poems are filled with tender love for the native nature, for the native side.

"Summer is over..."
The summer has passed
The sun from behind the clouds
With kind regards
Does not cast beam;
Leaves flew around
In the midst of autumn blizzards
The birds have flown away
To the far south;
In the yard and in the field
And in the wilderness of the forests
Hear them no more
Ringing voices.

Spiridon Drozhzhin was born in the village of Nizovka, Tver district, not far from the Volga. His mother and father were peasants. The love of books manifested itself in the future poet early. In childhood, youth, Spiridon really liked songs, and at some point he tried to compose his own song. This moment can be considered the starting point in his poetic career.

"Yellow leaf after leaf..."
Yellow leaf after leaf
Falls from branches;
From the sky the sun is all around
It got colder.
Through the open fields
The violent wind blows
Autumn is dark to us
Flying like a black bird...

There was no money for Spiridon's studies in the family. The tuition fees were delayed all the time. The grandfather of the future poet himself went to the sexton with requests for a delay. Knowledge was given to the boy at a great price. In search of a better life, Spiridon Drozhzhin wandered from place to place, but at the same time did not stop writing poetry.

Drozhzhin was impressed by the calmness of the fields, the colorful carpets of the meadows, and the shady forests. He contemplated beauty, and inspiration came to him ...

"Autumn Festival"
How violent winds blew,
The gray clouds parted.
Yellowed leaves from trees
They flew away with the birds.
The grass fades, frequent rain
It is nailed to the damp earth.
Autumn is celebrated by the men in the village,
Smoke rises from the threshing floor.
At dawn, a knock - thunder is often heard -
Rye is in a hurry to thresh to the grain
Yes, pour this wonderful treasure into bags,
Fittingly obtained by them from the field.

(n..) saw. (Not) needless to say, how Petya was delighted at the invitation to go to the fisherman .. her boat. K..it was that n.. (on) whom (not) a man drowning in the sea could hope for. (N ..) how (n ..) differed .. Rodion Zhukov from the sailors of the rebellious ship.

- Snow rain. Again snow rain. How long, how painfully the winter got up this year. The snow will fall - and immediately it will be fun. You get the sled - and up the hill, ride. In the meantime, you are sledding down the mountain, the snow has already melted, you are plowing the ground with your nose. - What are the times? What are the winters? Orekhyevna sighed. “There will never be a real winter now.


And then Orion shook his shoulder, and from his shoulder a star flew to the ground, followed by another, third. The real December meteor shower has begun.

Help me write an essay please

The air was cloudy, gray, and something incomprehensible flew from the sky to the ground. Were seen and raindrops and sluggish snowflakes
.– Snowfall. Snow again. How long, how painfully the winter got up this year. The snow will fall - and immediately it will be fun. You get the sled - and up the hill, ride. In the meantime, you are sledding down the mountain, the snow has already melted, you are plowing the ground with your nose. - What are the times? What are the winters? Orekhyevna sighed. “There will never be a real winter now.
“I’m tired of the snow,” I said. - We need snow.
Somehow at the end of December, at night, I went out into the street. All the winter stars and constellations were in front of me. And the heavenly hunter Orion, and the Dogs - Big and Small - and the Charioteer, and Gemini. - What is this being done? I turned to Orion. - Snowfall.
And then Orion shook his shoulder, and from his shoulder a star flew to the ground, followed by another, third. A real December starfall began. The stars soon died down, faded away, and from somewhere in the black depths of the night snowflakes appeared. The starfall turned into a snowfall. It snowed like a shaft, and the whole village - houses and sheds - suddenly turned into a fabulous city. And it immediately became clear to me that this snow had fallen completely and for a long time and would lie as long as Orion was visible in the sky. That means until spring.