Snow and snow. The whole hut was swept away.
The snow is knee-deep all around.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...
And the breath leaves your lips
Steam frozen in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
There they are sitting in the window with a samovar;
The old grandfather sat down at the table,
He leaned over and blew on the saucer;
There the grandmother crawled off the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.
The guys are hiding, watching,
How a cat plays with kittens...
Suddenly the guys are squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...
Away from home into the snowy expanse
They rolled off on a sled.
The yard is filled with screams -
They made a giant out of snow!
Stick in the nose, screwed up the eyes
And they put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands there, a childish thunderstorm, -
He'll grab it, he'll grab it!
And the guys laugh, scream,
Their giant turned out to be a success!
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Will not contradict the childish disposition.

Analysis of the poem “Snow and Snow” by Blok

Alexander Blok's poem "Snow and Snow" is included in one of the collections of children's poems published in 1913. The collection is called " All year round"and is dedicated to describing how nature changes amid the changing seasons. Poems from the winter part of the cycle convey the beauty of the snowy landscape, the fun of children's games and the joyful anticipation of Christmas miracles.

The work is addressed to young readers and is stylized with images of Russian folk tale. At the same time, it is written in a strict classical system, rhythmic and clear.

The narrative begins with a description of a winter morning in a village covered with snowdrifts. A bright frosty landscape appears before us. Dazzling White snow and the black walls of the hut are a bright contrast to the picture, an image of seeing the world characteristic of children.

What follows is a series of alternating images, winter and cozy - this is steam coming from the lips, smoke from a chimney, a heated hut, hot tea. Together with the author, the reader is on the street and watches the characters through the window. Then the narrative takes us to the hut. Grandfather, grandmother and grandchildren are in the room. The usual daily chores of adults and children's games. The childish restlessness and measured movements of the old people create a feeling of harmony, the continuous cycle of life, where youth and old age, reckless fun and calm wisdom are always nearby.

The reader's attention is directed to children and their carefree fun. The description is permeated with bright emotions - laughter, carelessness, kindness. The guys frolic in the room, play with the kittens, then run out into the yard for new entertainment. The author conveys children's delight in fun sledding. And the next fun, making a snowman, gives scope to children's imagination: the “snow giant” has come to life and is about to grab one of the tomboys. The grandmother watches her grandchildren play from the window of the hut, looks peacefully at their pranks, rejoicing at the cheerful screams and laughter.

The main idea of ​​the work tells readers that life is natural and simple, every moment and at any age has its own joy. In childhood, everything around us is perceived so vividly and directly as never before, but the memory of carefree childhood days, fairy-tale images that fill ordinary activities and objects for adults, warms us all our lives. And in old age, when time passes slowly, the day is full of thoughts and memories, the cheerful pranks and laughter of grandchildren delight grandparents. After all, life goes on.

Frost on the glass

I drew a pattern

Applied silver

White lush forest.

Early in the morning

I'll go to the window

I'll be in that forest

Listen to the silence.

Am I imagining it?

Or is it a dream?

I'm rushing along the ski track,

I hear the ringing of pine trees,

Winding through the snow

Fresh fox trail

Melts in the meadow

Pink dawn.

And trembles in the darkness

White smoke of birches -

Fairy tale on glass

I drew frost.

T. Shorygina

Frost

Through the trees silvery

The veil was thrown over -

Snow-white, fluffy,

Lace beauty!

And the birch tree itself is sad

I couldn't find out on my own -

So skillfully decorated

Winter tree branches...

G. Galina

The blizzard cleared up,

The fir trees bent over

To the ground. Out of fright

The shutters creaked.

And snowflakes through the window

They fight like moths,

Tears melt and

It's pouring down the glass.

Complain to someone

The wind is blowing towards something

And it rages fiercely:

No one heard.

And a flock of snowflakes

Everyone's knocking on the window

And melting tears

It flows across the glass.

S. Yesenin

Snow and snow

Snow and snow. The whole hut was swept away.

The snow is knee-deep all around.

So frosty, light and white!

Only black, black walls...

And the breath leaves your lips

Steam frozen in the air.

There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;

There they are sitting in the window with a samovar;

The old grandfather sat down at the table,

He leaned over and blew on the saucer;

There the grandmother crawled off the stove,

And all around the kids are laughing.

The guys are hiding, watching,

How a cat plays with kittens...

Suddenly the guys are squeaky kittens

They threw it back into the basket...

Away from home into the snowy expanse

They rolled off on a sled.

The yard is filled with screams -

They made a giant out of snow!

Stick in the nose, screwed up the eyes

And they put on a shaggy hat.

And he stands there, a childish thunderstorm, -

He'll grab it, he'll grab it!

And the guys laugh, scream,

Their giant turned out to be a success!

And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,

Will not contradict the childish disposition.

A. Blok

in winter

How much snow! How much snow! -

The kids screamed

And, taking the shovels and sleighs,

I ran from the yard...

Their cheeks are like dawn,

The eyes are shining like stars.

And without stopping all at once

And they shout and talk.

Their ringing laughter is heard

Far away in the frost...

That's why I love kids

Hot and deep.

Didn't eat enough, didn't drink enough,

But we saw the space -

Their faces lit up with happiness,

His gaze flashed like the clear sun.

F. Shkulev

From the poem, "Frost, Red Nose"

It is not the wind that rages over the forest,

Streams did not run from the mountains,

Moroz the voivode on patrol

Walks around his possessions.

Looks to see if the snowstorm is good

The forest paths have been taken over,

And are there any cracks, crevices,

And is there any bare ground somewhere?

Are the tops of the pines fluffy?

Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?

And are the ice floes tightly bound?

In great and small waters?

He walks - walks through the trees,

Cracking on frozen water

And the bright sun is playing

In his shaggy beard...

N. Nekrasov

The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,

Lights in the distance;

On the frozen walls

The crystals sparkle.

From the eyelashes hung into the eyes

Silver fluff,

The silence of a cold night

Occupies the spirit.

The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,

Just to fall asleep;

The clear air itself becomes timid

To die in the cold.

A. Fet

Where is the sweet whisper

My forests?

Streams of murmurs,

Meadow flowers?

The trees are bare;

Winter carpet

Covered the hills

Meadows and valleys.

Under the ice

With its bark

The stream grows numb;

Everything is numb

Only the evil wind

Raging, howling

And the sky covers

Gray haze.

E. Baratynsky

White birch

White birch

Below my window

Covered with snow

Exactly silver.

On fluffy branches

Snow border

The brushes have blossomed

White fringe.

And the birch tree stands

In sleepy silence,

And the snowflakes are burning

In golden fire.

And the dawn is lazy

Walking around

Sprinkles branches

New silver.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

Snow and snow. The whole hut was swept away.
The snow is knee-deep all around.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...

And the breath leaves your lips
Steam frozen in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
Here they are sitting in the window with a samovar;

The old grandfather sat down at the table,
He leaned over and blew on the saucer;
There the grandmother crawled off the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.

The guys are hiding, watching,
How a cat plays with kittens...
Suddenly the guys are squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...

Away from home into the snowy expanse
They rolled off on a sled.
The yard is filled with screams -
They made a giant out of snow!

Stick in the nose, screwed up the eyes
And they put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands there, a childish thunderstorm, -
He'll grab it, he'll grab it!

And the guys laugh, scream,
Their giant turned out to be a success!
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Will not contradict the childish disposition.

In 1913, two children's poetry collections by Blok were published. The work of 1906 was included in the book “All Year Round,” addressed to the youngest readers. The poems are divided according to the seasons, and seasonal changes in nature form the basis of the theme of the cycle. Merry fun in the yard, the snowy beauty of nature and the anticipation of a wonderful Christmas - these are the main semantic dominants of the winter section of the book.

The style of the work is determined by the influence of the figurative structure of the Russian fairy tale in combination with the classical rhythmic structure, clear and strict.

The poem begins with an image of a village covered in snowdrifts. In the landscape sketch of the “snowy expanse”, light colors certainly dominate, and bright whiteness stands out sharply against the background of the black walls of the hut.

The order of the images reflected in the second quatrain is interesting. The series begins with steam leaving the lips in frosty weather. Then an image of a similar reality appears - smoke from a chimney. The analogy ends with steam coming from a hot samovar. Along with it, the narrator’s position also changes: the room becomes the plot center, and the main characters are grandfather, grandmother and the guys.

The narrator's attention is focused on the behavior of the young inhabitants of the hut, the description of which is replete with vocabulary with the semantics of positive emotions. The children are busy playing carefree, and soon they run out into the yard in search of new fun. The narrator moves along with them, who happily describes sledding and sculpting a snow “giant.” Delight and fun are growing, which is conveyed by the lexemes “screams”, “laughing”, “screaming”. The snowman, jokingly referred to as the “childish thunderstorm,” finds himself at the epicenter of the fun. A children's fantasy is voiced, which causes an outburst of laughter: the playful tomboys imagine a snowman alive, capable of grabbing one of them “in an armful.”

The older generation is lenient and kind about the noise made by their grandchildren. A harmonious picture of a carefree, joyful world is emerging, filled with children's inventions and exciting games.

Permeated with similar intonations art space“The Dilapidated Hut”, also included in the winter cycle of poetry books. Certain images and motifs are repeated: the “old grandmother” watches from the window her playful grandchildren frolicking in the snowy yard. At the end of the poem it sounds new topic associated with the anticipation of the arrival of spring.