I set out on a path open to view,
The wind bends the elastic bushes,
The broken stone lay along the slopes,
There are scant layers of yellow clay.

Autumn has sprung up in the wet valleys,
Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,
But thick rowan trees in passing villages,
The red color will shine from afar.

Here it is, my fun is dancing
And it rings and rings and disappears in the bushes!
And far, far away it waves invitingly
Your patterned, your colored sleeve.

Who lured me onto the familiar path,
Smiled at me through the prison window?
Or - driven by a stone path
A beggar singing psalms?

No, I’m going on a journey uninvited by anyone,
And may the earth be easy for me!
I will listen to the voice of drunken Rus',
Relax under the roof of a tavern.

Should I sing about my luck?
How I lost my youth in hops
I will cry over the sadness of your fields,
I will love your space forever.

There are many of us - free, young, stately -
Dies without loving
Shelter you in the vast distances!
How to live and cry without you!

What will I do when I get old and my reflection in the mirror is no longer pleasing? I won't look in the mirror - I will look at my children.

I will love the one who gives me the most beautiful stone.
- No, everything will be different. First you will love him, and then he will put an ordinary cobblestone in your hand, and you will call it the most beautiful stone...

People say you're going down the wrong path when it's just your path.

If someone judges your path,
Lend him your shoes.

I couldn't wait for success and set out on the road without it.

I'm not knocking closed door! In response, I silently close mine... I don’t impose! The world is huge - and there is certainly someone out there who is happy receiving my communication, my look and my smile... I'm not jealous! If a person is yours, then he is yours, and if he is drawn somewhere else, then nothing will hold him back, and even more so he is not worth my nerves or attention.

Do you believe in God? I did not see him…
How can you believe in something you haven't seen?
I'm sorry that I offended you,
After all, you didn’t expect such an answer...
I believe in money, I’ve seen it for sure...
I believe in a plan, in a forecast, in career growth...
I believe in a house that was built strong...
Of course... Your answer is quite simple...
Do you believe in happiness? You haven't seen him...
But your soul saw him...
Sorry, I probably offended you...
Then we have one - one... Draw...
Do you believe in love, in friendship? How about your eyesight???
After all, this is all at the level of the soul...
Are there bright moments of sincerity?
Don’t rush to see everything with your own eyes...
Do you remember how you rushed to the meeting then,
But traffic jams... didn't make it on time for the plane?!
Your plane blew up that same evening
You drank and cried all day long...
And at that moment when the wife gave birth,
And the doctor said: “Sorry, there’s no chance...”
Do you remember, life flashed like slides,
And it was as if the light had gone out forever,
But someone shouted: “Oh, God, a miracle...”
And a loud baby scream was heard...
You whispered: “I will believe in God”
And my soul smiled sincerely...
There is something that the eyes cannot see,
But the heart sees more clearly and clearly...
When the soul fell in love without falsehood,
Then the mind objects more and more strongly...
Refers to pain, bitter experience,
Includes egoism, the big “I”...
You saw God every day and so much
How deep is your soul...
Each of us has our own path...
And faith and love are most important...
I didn’t ask you, “Have you seen God?”
I asked if I believed in him...

Teach me to live, by breathing, by notes,
Without judgment and pain, falls and ups.
And in the thick bustle, whisper my name,
So that frost melts on a tired heart.

Teach me to live, lips touching lips,
So that everything that exists between us becomes stronger.
When lighting a fire, do not be afraid of fire -
You and I are together, it’s not for nothing that we are with you.

Teach me to live, I trust you
This is the heart, and in it - what I breathe, what I suffer.
Call me far away, where no one can hear,
Where the gray wind breathes inspiration.

Teach me to live, teach me, you can,
And I will become different, shedding my old skin.
Ages will break on heavy vaults,
But the two of us will come to life year after year.

Teach me to live, hug me even tighter -
And everything will be forgotten, and breathing will become easier...
I don’t know what’s there, behind the veil of everyday life,
But I will love no matter how difficult the path is.

Without rain and fog, without dampness, grief and tears.
I will generously put in it a variety of autumn foliage.
Just try to take my gift seriously.
Smile and think: “What a beautiful autumn,
How much light and colors, how beautiful the bunches of rowan trees are..."
Let go of everything bad, breathe without resentment and anger,
And having accepted the inevitability, feel how you want to live,
Enjoy the peace, breathe this moist air,
To feel a slight sadness in the falling leaves of farewell,
Having submitted, understand: fading is not scary at all,
And accept the mountain ash taste with the rapture of sadness.
I will send you autumn in a regular postal envelope,
I’ll try to put a couple of lines of hope into it.
You will read them and immediately believe in love and immortality...
In the withering leaves you will see the desire to live.

The wind bends the elastic bushes,

There are scant layers of yellow clay.
Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,

The red color will shine from afar.
Here it is, my fun is dancing
And it rings and rings and disappears in the bushes!
And far, far away it waves invitingly
Your patterned, your colored sleeve.
Smiled at me through the prison window?
Or - driven by a stone path
A beggar singing psalms?
And may the earth be easy for me!
I will listen to the voice of drunken Rus',
Relax under the roof of a tavern.
Should I sing about my luck?
How I lost my youth in hops
I will cry over the sadness of your fields,
I will love your space forever
Dies without loving
Shelter you in the vast distances!
How to live and cry without you!

What will I do when I get old and my reflection in the mirror is no longer pleasing? I won't look in the mirror - I will look at my children.

I will love the one who gives me the most beautiful stone.
- No, everything will be different. First you will love him, and then he will put an ordinary cobblestone in your hand, and you will call it the most beautiful stone...

People say you're going down the wrong path when it's just your path.

If someone judges your path,
Lend him your shoes.

I would forget taverns forever, and I would give up writing poetry, just to subtly touch your hand and your hair the color of autumn.

I couldn't wait for success and set out on the road without it.

I don't knock on a closed door! In response, I silently close mine... I don’t impose! The world is huge - and there is certainly someone out there who is happy receiving my communication, my look and my smile... I'm not jealous! If a person is yours, then he is yours, and if he is drawn somewhere else, then nothing will hold him back, and even more so he is not worth my nerves or attention.

Do you believe in God? I did not see him…
How can you believe in something you haven't seen?
I'm sorry that I offended you,
After all, you didn’t expect such an answer...
I believe in money, I’ve seen it for sure...
I believe in a plan, in a forecast, in career growth...
I believe in a house that was built strong...
Of course... Your answer is quite simple...
Do you believe in happiness? You haven't seen him...
But your soul saw him...
Sorry, I probably offended you...
Then we have one - one... Draw...
Do you believe in love, in friendship? How about your eyesight???
After all, this is all at the level of the soul...
Are there bright moments of sincerity?
Don’t rush to see everything with your own eyes...
Do you remember how you rushed to the meeting then,
But traffic jams... didn't make it on time for the plane?!
Your plane blew up that same evening
You drank and cried all day long...
And at that moment when the wife gave birth,
And the doctor said: “Sorry, there’s no chance...”
Do you remember, life flashed like slides,
And it was as if the light had gone out forever,
But someone shouted: “Oh, God, a miracle...”
And a loud baby scream was heard...
You whispered: “I will believe in God”
And my soul smiled sincerely...
There is something that the eyes cannot see,
But the heart sees more clearly and clearly...
When the soul fell in love without falsehood,
Then the mind objects more and more strongly...
Refers to pain, bitter experience,
Includes egoism, the big “I”...
You saw God every day and so much
How deep is your soul...
Each of us has our own path...
And faith and love are most important...
I didn’t ask you, “Have you seen God?”
I asked if I believed in him...

« Autumn will" Alexander Blok

I set out on a path open to view,
The wind bends the elastic bushes,

There are scant layers of yellow clay.

Autumn has sprung up in the wet valleys,
Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,

The red color will shine from afar.

Here it is, my fun is dancing

Who lured me onto the familiar path,


A beggar singing psalms?

No, I’m going on a journey uninvited by anyone,
And may the earth be easy for me!

Relax under the roof of a tavern.

Should I sing about my luck?


I will love your space forever...

There are many of us - free, young, stately -
He dies without loving...

Analysis of Blok’s poem “Autumn Will”

The work, created in the summer of 1905, anticipates the appearance of an original interpretation of the patriotic theme, in which awareness of the acute contradictions in life cannot drown out the sad, sincere love for the native land.

The “stone path” motif that appears at the beginning evokes the classic “Lermontov” “effect” is supported by a memorable rhythmic pattern based on a trochaic pentameter line. However, the philosophical content of the two texts differs. The tired, suffering soul of Lermontov's hero longs for harmony achieved by eternal peace. Blok's subject of speech cannot imagine himself without his native land - mired in poverty, but beautiful. In ideological terms, another Lermontov creation is much closer to the analyzed poem - "", the hero of which prefers a reverent, intimate declaration of love for birch trees, fields, and the night lights of village huts to the official pathos of doxologies.

The landscape that appears in the first stanzas of “Autumn Will” is sparse and disharmonious: a gusty damp wind blows over slopes covered with fragments of stone and islands of yellow clay. The gloomy picture gives rise to the motive of death. The personified image of the wild autumn revealed to the world the “cemeteries of the earth.” Rowan berries become the only bright dominant, however, here too the author relies on the ambivalent characteristics of shades of red, which can indicate anxiety, danger, and spiritual dissonance.

Summarizing impressions from the picture of nature, the subject of speech resorts to key concept“fun” - reckless, lively behavior, which formed the basis of one of the versions of the national character. It also corresponds to the characteristics of the lyrical “I”, a carefree wanderer whose leisurely path runs through a poor land.

The desire for unbridled fun demonstrates not only the negative sides of the people's character. It symbolizes the thirst for freedom. Conflicting desires, in which freedom is combined with self-will, prompted the lyrical subject to hit the road.

The solution to the personified image of Russian fun, reminiscent of the actions of a young impudent peasant woman, is interesting. Dancing, ringing, an attempt to hide, and finally a colorful sleeve as a visual reference - these features are designed to emphasize the dynamism of the image.

The motive of a futile existence gives the ending a sharp tragic sound. The poem ends with a request addressed to the native land, which becomes the only joy and peaceful shelter for unfortunate wanderers.

A subtle lyricist and psychologist, Blok surprisingly accurately and visibly reflects pictures of Russian nature in his works. He does not idealize his surroundings. He loves poor and boring landscapes home country, close to discreet Russia.

The wind bends the elastic bushes,

There are scant layers of yellow clay.

Autumn has spread in the dead valleys,

Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,

The red color will shine from afar.

Having grown up among the vast expanses of the harsh nature of central Russia, from childhood Blok absorbed a love for its forests and fields, rivers and lakes, fairy tales and superstitions. Folklore is inseparable from the nature of Rus'; the poet often shows this inextricable connection in his poems:

Rus' is surrounded by rivers

And surrounded by wilds,

With swamps and cranes,

And with the dull gaze of the sorcerer...

Blok is fascinated by the vastness of his native country. Isn’t this where the breadth of the Russian soul comes from?

Behind the snow, forests, steppes

I can't see your face.

An incomprehensible expanse without end?

Since childhood, the beauty of his native land entered the poet’s soul, enchanted and bewitched him. Pictures of nature are closely related to the author’s emotional experiences. A symbolist poet, he sees and conveys the mysterious charm of his surroundings. His spiritual mood is sometimes surprisingly harmonious with the landscape, and then a solemn hymn to life sounds:

I accept desert weights!

And the wells of earthly cities!

And the languor of slave labor!

The landscape in Blok’s works is intense, and there is always a dramatic mood in it. Nature is not serene, it is waiting for some events, always in the center of what is happening.

One of best works Blok about Russia is a cycle of poems “On the Kulikovo Field”. The poet managed to see and amazingly accurately convey the connection between the environment and events; they are inseparable from each other. It shows the historical destiny of Russia, the expectation of a miracle and boundless filial love.

The river spread out.

Flows, lazily sad

And washes the banks.

The haystacks are sad in the steppe.

Oh, my Rus'! My wife! To the point of pain

We have a long way to go!

Pierced us through the chest.

In your anguish, O Rus'!

I'm not afraid.

Nature in Blok’s works is inspired by the poet’s tenderness. No wonder his favorite technique is personification. The world surrounding the author is almost a living being, with whom he shares his most intimate things, receiving strength and inspiration in return.

It turned silver, sounded off...

And because of the houses, drunk,

Knocking on an empty room

Early spring is unnecessary.

Behind the snow, forests, steppes

I can't see your face.

Only a terrible space before your eyes,

An incomprehensible expanse without end?

A subtle lyricist and psychologist, Blok surprisingly accurately and visibly reflects pictures of Russian nature in his works. He does not idealize his surroundings. He loves the wretched and boring landscapes of his native country. The discreet beauty of Russia is close to his mystical mood and melancholy.

I set out on a path open to view,

The wind bends the elastic bushes,

The broken stone lay along the slopes,

There are scant layers of yellow clay.

Autumn has sprung up in the wet valleys,

Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,

But thick rowan trees in passing villages

The red color will shine from afar.

Growing up among the vast expanses of harsh nature Middle zone Russia, Blok from childhood absorbed a love for its forests and fields, rivers and lakes, fairy tales and beliefs. Folklore is inseparable from the nature of Rus'; the poet often shows this inextricable connection in his poems.

Rus' is surrounded by rivers

And surrounded by wilds,

With swamps and cranes,

And with the dull gaze of the sorcerer...

Blok is fascinated by the vastness of his native country, isn’t this where the breadth of the Russian soul comes from?

Behind the snow, forests, steppes

I can't see your face.

Is there only a terrible space before my eyes,

An incomprehensible expanse without end?

Since childhood, the beauty of his native land entered the poet’s soul, enchanted and bewitched with its discreet charm. Pictures of nature are closely related to the author’s emotional experiences. A symbolist poet, he sees and conveys the mysterious charm of his surroundings. His spiritual mood is sometimes surprisingly harmonious with the landscape, and then a solemn hymn to life sounds.

I accept desert weights!

And the wells of earthly cities!

The illuminated expanse of the skies

And the languor of slave labor!

The landscape in Blok’s works is intense, and there is always a dramatic mood in it. Nature is not serene, it is waiting for some events, always in the center of what is happening. One of Blok’s best works about Russia is the cycle of poems “On the Kulikovo Field.” The poet managed to see and amazingly accurately convey the connection between the environment and events; they are inseparable from each other. It shows the historical destiny of Russia, the expectation of a miracle and boundless filial love.

The river spread out.

Flows, lazily sad

And washes the banks.

Above the meager clay of the yellow cliff

The haystacks are sad in the steppe.

Oh, my Rus'! My wife!

The long way is painfully clear to us!

Our path is an arrow of the ancient Tatar will

Pierced us through the chest.

Our path is steppe, our path is boundless melancholy,

In your anguish, O Rus'!

And even the darkness - night and foreign -

I'm not afraid.

Nature in Blok’s works is inspired by the poet’s tenderness. No wonder his favorite technique is personification. The world around him is almost a living being, with whom Blok shares his most intimate things, receiving healing and inspiration in return. Perhaps, in no other poet have I encountered such a tender feeling for our native nature, an organic fusion with its mood.

In the damp night fog

Everything is forest, yes forest, yes forest...

In the damp damp weeds

The fire flashed and disappeared...

This does not reveal the art of a mystical artist, but a deep and sincere love for the Motherland.

POEM by A.A. BLOCK "RUSSIA"

Russia, poor Russia,

I want your gray huts,

Your songs are windy to me -

Like the first tears of love!

The theme of the Motherland - the theme of Russia - occupied a special place in the life of A. Blok; it was truly comprehensive for him. He considered the topic of Russia to be his topic, to which he consciously devoted his life.

The poet formed a clear, blood connection with Russia. Special meaning acquire poems where the poet develops a “wide-ranging” image of the Motherland and emphasizes his inextricable connection with it, with Russian antiquity, with the Russian landscape, folklore, fairy tales, songs...

For A. Blok, Russia is both mother, wife, and bride. Blok’s paintings of Rus' are clearly presented, they are all animated, and it’s as if a fairy tale inhabits them. Lermontov’s traditions are visible in his poems, for example, in the poem “Autumn Will”:

I set out on a path open to view,

The wind bends the elastic bushes,

The white stone lay along the slopes,

There are scant layers of yellow clay.

The lyrical hero is involved in the fate of people, sympathizes with those who “die without loving,” but strives to merge with the Motherland. “Take shelter in the vast distances!” - he exclaims. The author shows that it is impossible to live or cry without Russia.

In 1915, a book entitled “Poems about Russia” was published, called by the author “Novel in Verse”; it contains the cycle “Motherland” (from 1907 to 1916).

Initially, the Motherland was perceived in a somewhat mystical way:

It’s drowsy - and behind the drowsiness there is a secret,

And Rus' rests in secret,

She is extraordinary in dreams too,

I won't touch her clothes.

In the most significant poem, “Motherland,” there is no mysticism; a very real image is presented.

The author in this poem repeatedly draws attention to the fact that, despite the years, hard time, situation, Russia “as in the golden years” is still the same “forest and field.” Despite poverty, A. Blok loves Russia and loves it with pure, piercing, inexhaustible love. He believes in the bright future of Russia - “you won’t be lost, you won’t perish.” For the poet, the Motherland is dearer, sweeter, more beautiful than anything in the world. He sees beauty in everything, even in tears, and says that the tears of Russia, the tears of the people, make our nation stronger and stronger; faith is maturing that a new day will come, bringing only joy and that the long-suffering Russian people will find peace, i.e. Blok gives birth to faith in a bright future. The symbol of a new, long, long, better life is the image of a “long road,” which is relevant for Blok.

We can say with confidence that Blok is great poet, a man who passionately and tenderly loves Russia, dedicating his best poems to it. Blok is the son of Russia, a true patriot. And there is not a single other poet who could glorify Russia as much as Alexander Blok did.

I set out on a path open to view,
The wind bends the elastic bushes,
The broken stone lay along the slopes,
There are scant layers of yellow clay.

Autumn has sprung up in the wet valleys,
Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,
But thick rowan trees in passing villages
The red color will shine from afar.

Here it is, my fun is dancing
And it rings and rings and disappears in the bushes!
And far, far away it waves invitingly
Your patterned, your colored sleeve.

Who lured me onto the familiar path,
Smiled at me through the prison window?
Or - driven by a stone path
A beggar singing psalms?

No, I’m going on a journey uninvited by anyone,
And may the earth be easy for me!
I will listen to the voice of drunken Rus',
Relax under the roof of a tavern.

Should I sing about my luck?
How I lost my youth in drunkenness...
I will cry over the sadness of your fields,
I will love your space forever...

There are many of us - free, young, stately -
Dies without loving...
Shelter you in the vast distances!
How to live and cry without you!

Analysis of the poem “Autumn Will” by Blok

A. Blok’s poem “Autumn Will” (1905) is directly related to the revolutionary events in Russia. At this time, the poet finally breaks with mysticism and turns to a patriotic theme. At the first stage of the revolutionary movement of 1905, Blok ardently supported spontaneous uprisings. He idealized the revolution and believed that only in this way would the Russian people gain the long-awaited freedom, which he identified with the ancient Russian freemen.

The lyrical hero, apparently, is leaving prison (“prison window”). Perhaps this is just an artistic image symbolizing the acquisition of inner freedom. One way or another, a wide road is open for him. At first glance, the gloomy autumn landscape does not bode well for anything good (“broken stone”, “scarce layers of clay”). The lyrical hero notes that the bad weather “exposed the cemeteries of the earth.” But he draws attention to the “red color,” which undoubtedly symbolizes revolutionary movement. This is what allows the hero to have fun and continue his difficult path with hope.

The author asks himself the question: who prompted him to take this road? He proudly admits that he chose this path himself. The lyrical hero happily plunges into the rough world of “Drunk Rus'.” He wants to dissolve in the huge mass of ordinary people, to experience their difficult life. The motif of reckless daring appears in the work, which S. Yesenin will later brilliantly develop.

In the last two stanzas, Blok directly expresses his love for his homeland. The poet bitterly admits that there is still too much sadness and suffering in Rus'. This brings tears to his eyes. But you can’t help but love your homeland. Only in its “immense distances” can peace and understanding be found.

The work “Autumn Will” is very close in meaning and ideological orientation to the poems and. Blok develops the theme of sincere love for poor and gray Russia, which differs sharply from official government patriotism. He notices all the shortcomings of his unfortunate country, but they only strengthen his reverent attitude towards it. The author's hidden hints about the inevitability and joyful anticipation of the coming revolution are innovative. The leading role in it will be played by all “free, young, stately” people rejected by society, who cannot imagine life without a homeland.

“Autumn Will” Alexander Blok

I set out on a path open to view,
The wind bends the elastic bushes,
The broken stone lay along the slopes,
There are scant layers of yellow clay.

Autumn has sprung up in the wet valleys,
Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,
But thick rowan trees in passing villages
The red color will shine from afar.

Here it is, my fun is dancing
And it rings and rings and disappears in the bushes!
And far, far away it waves invitingly
Your patterned, your colored sleeve.

Who lured me onto the familiar path,
Smiled at me through the prison window?
Or - driven by a stone path
A beggar singing psalms?

No, I’m going on a journey uninvited by anyone,
And may the earth be easy for me!
I will listen to the voice of drunken Rus',
Relax under the roof of a tavern.

Should I sing about my luck?
How I lost my youth in drunkenness...
I will cry over the sadness of your fields,
I will love your space forever...

There are many of us - free, young, stately -
He dies without loving...
Shelter you in the vast distances!
How to live and cry without you!

Analysis of Blok’s poem “Autumn Will”

The work, created in the summer of 1905, anticipates the appearance of an original interpretation of the patriotic theme, in which awareness of the acute contradictions in life cannot drown out the sad, sincere love for the native land.

The “stone path” motif that appears at the beginning evokes the classic “Lermontov” “effect” is supported by a memorable rhythmic pattern based on a trochaic pentameter line. However, the philosophical content of the two texts differs. The tired, suffering soul of Lermontov's hero longs for harmony achieved by eternal peace. Blok's subject of speech cannot imagine himself without his native land - mired in poverty, but beautiful. In ideological terms, another Lermontov creation is much closer to the analyzed poem - "", the hero of which prefers a reverent, intimate declaration of love for birch trees, fields, and the night lights of village huts to the official pathos of doxologies.

The landscape that appears in the first stanzas of “Autumn Will” is sparse and disharmonious: a gusty damp wind blows over slopes covered with fragments of stone and islands of yellow clay. The gloomy picture gives rise to the motive of death. The personified image of the wild autumn revealed to the world the “cemeteries of the earth.” Rowan berries become the only bright dominant, however, here too the author relies on the ambivalent characteristics of shades of red, which can indicate anxiety, danger, and spiritual dissonance.

Summarizing the impressions of the picture of nature, the subject of speech resorts to the key concept of “fun” - reckless, lively behavior, which formed the basis of one of the versions of the national character. It also corresponds to the characteristics of the lyrical “I”, a carefree wanderer whose leisurely path runs through a poor land.

The desire for unbridled fun demonstrates not only the negative sides of the people's character. It symbolizes the thirst for freedom. Conflicting desires, in which freedom is combined with self-will, prompted the lyrical subject to hit the road.

The solution to the personified image of Russian fun, reminiscent of the actions of a young impudent peasant woman, is interesting. Dancing, ringing, an attempt to hide, and finally a colorful sleeve as a visual reference - these features are designed to emphasize the dynamism of the image.

The motive of a futile existence gives the ending a sharp tragic sound. The poem ends with a request addressed to the native land, which becomes the only joy and peaceful shelter for unfortunate wanderers.

I set out on a path open to view,
The wind bends the elastic bushes,
The broken stone lay along the slopes,
There are scant layers of yellow clay.

Autumn has sprung up in the wet valleys,
Revealed the cemeteries of the earth,
But thick rowan trees in passing villages
The red color will shine from afar.

Here it is, my fun is dancing
And it rings and rings and disappears in the bushes!
And far, far away it waves invitingly
Your patterned, your colored sleeve.

Who lured me onto the familiar path,
Smiled at me through the prison window?
Or - driven by a stone path
A beggar singing psalms?

No, I’m going on a journey uninvited by anyone,
And may the earth be easy for me!
I will listen to the voice of drunken Rus',
Relax under the roof of a tavern.

Should I sing about my luck?
How I lost my youth in drunkenness...
I will cry over the sadness of your fields,
I will love your space forever...

There are many of us - free, young, stately -
Dies without loving...
Shelter you in the vast distances!
How to live and cry without you!

Analysis of the poem “Autumn Will” by Blok

A. Blok’s poem “Autumn Will” (1905) is directly related to the revolutionary events in Russia. At this time, the poet finally breaks with mysticism and turns to a patriotic theme. At the first stage of the revolutionary movement of 1905, Blok ardently supported spontaneous uprisings. He idealized the revolution and believed that only in this way would the Russian people gain the long-awaited freedom, which he identified with the ancient Russian freemen.

The lyrical hero, apparently, is leaving prison (“prison window”). Perhaps this is just an artistic image symbolizing the acquisition of inner freedom. One way or another, a wide road is open for him. At first glance, the gloomy autumn landscape does not bode well for anything good (“broken stone”, “scarce layers of clay”). The lyrical hero notes that the bad weather “exposed the cemeteries of the earth.” But he draws attention to the “red color,” which undoubtedly symbolizes the revolutionary movement. This is what allows the hero to have fun and continue his difficult path with hope.

The author asks himself the question: who prompted him to take this road? He proudly admits that he chose this path himself. The lyrical hero happily plunges into the rough world of “Drunk Rus'.” He wants to dissolve in the huge mass of ordinary people, to experience their difficult life. The motif of reckless daring appears in the work, which S. Yesenin will later brilliantly develop.

In the last two stanzas, Blok directly expresses his love for his homeland. The poet bitterly admits that there is still too much sadness and suffering in Rus'. This brings tears to his eyes. But you can’t help but love your homeland. Only in its “immense distances” can peace and understanding be found.

The work “Autumn Will” is very close in meaning and ideological orientation to the poems and. Blok develops the theme of sincere love for poor and gray Russia, which differs sharply from official government patriotism. He notices all the shortcomings of his unfortunate country, but they only strengthen his reverent attitude towards it. The author's hidden hints about the inevitability and joyful anticipation of the coming revolution are innovative. The leading role in it will be played by all “free, young, stately” people rejected by society, who cannot imagine life without a homeland.