Everything is so, but is this a reason not to love autumn - after all, it has a special charm. It is not for nothing that Russian poets, from Pushkin to Pasternak, so often wrote about autumn, singing about the beauty of golden foliage, the romance of rainy, foggy weather, and the invigorating power of cool air. AiF.ru has collected the best poems about autumn.

Alexander Pushkin

Sad time! oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I again feel love for the habits of being:
Sleep flies in succession, hunger finds in succession;
Easily and joyfully plays in the heart of blood,
Desires boil - I'm happy again, young,
I am full of life again - this is my body
(Allow me to forgive unnecessary prosaism).

State Museum-Reserve of A. S. Pushkin "Mikhailovskoe". Pskov region. Photo: www.russianlook.com

Nikolai Nekrasov

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
The ice is fragile on the icy river
As if melting sugar lies;
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not faded yet,
Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Rus' ...
I quickly fly along cast-iron rails,
I think my mind...

Photo: Shutterstock.com / S.Borisov

Konstantin Balmont

And again autumn with a spell of rusty leaves,
Ruddy, scarlet, yellow, gold,
The mute blue of the lakes, their thick waters,
An agile whistle and a flight of tits in the oak forests.
Camel piles of majestic clouds,
The faded azure of cast skies,
The whole circle, the dimension of the features are cool,
Ascended vault, at night in star glory.
Who is a dream emerald blue
He got drunk in the summer hour, yearns at night.
All the past stands before him with his own eyes.
In the stream of the Milky, the surf beats quietly.
And I freeze, crouching to the center,
Through the mist of separation, my love, with you.

Fedor Tyutchev

Is in the lordship of autumn evenings
A touching, mysterious charm:
The ominous brilliance and variegation of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Foggy and quiet azure
Over the sad orphan land,
And, like a premonition of descending storms,
A gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and on everything
That gentle smile of fading,
What in a rational being do we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering.

Athanasius Fet

When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,
We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.

Sergey Yesenin

Quiet in the thicket of juniper along the cliff.
Autumn, a red mare, scratches her manes.
Above the river bank
The blue clang of her horseshoes is heard.
Schemnik-wind with a cautious step
Crumples foliage over road ledges
And kisses on the rowan bush
Red ulcers to the invisible Christ.

Painting "Golden Autumn". Ilya Ostroukhov, 1886-1887 Oil on canvas. Photo: www.russianlook.com

Ivan Bunin

The autumn wind rises in the forests,
It goes noisily through the thickets,
Dead leaves pluck and fun
In a frenzied dance carries.
Just freeze, fall down and listen,
Waving again, and after him
The forest will buzz, tremble - and pour
Leaves rain golden.
It blows in winter, frosty blizzards,
Clouds float in the sky...
Let all the dead, the weak perish
And return to dust!
Winter blizzards are the forerunners of spring,
Winter blizzards must
Bury under the cold snow
Dead by the coming of spring.
In the dark autumn the earth takes cover
Yellow foliage, and under it
Dormant shoots and vegetation vegetation,
Juice of life-giving roots.
Life is born in mysterious darkness.
Joy and death
Serve the imperishable and unchanging -
Eternal beauty of Being!

Painting «On the veranda. Autumn". Stanislav Zhukovsky. 1911 Photo: www.russianlook.com

Boris Pasternak

Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes
Like in an art exhibition:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, ash, aspen
Unprecedented in gilding.
Linden hoop gold -
Like a crown on a newlywed.
The face of a birch - under the veil
Wedding and transparent.
buried earth
Under foliage in ditches, pits.
In the yellow maples of the wing,
As if in gilded frames.
Where are the trees in September
At dawn they stand in pairs,
And sunset on their bark
Leaves an amber trail.
Where you can not step into the ravine,
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that not a step
A tree leaf underfoot.
Where it sounds at the end of the alleys
Echoes at the steep slope
And dawn cherry glue
Freezes in the form of a clot.
Autumn. ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Flips through the cold.

© Camille Pissarro, Boulevard Montmartre

© John Constable, "Autumn Sunset"

© Edward Kukuel, "Autumn Sun"

© Guy Dessard, "Autumn motives"

© Wassily Kandinsky, "Autumn in Bavaria"

© James Tissot, October

© Isaac Levitan, "Autumn Day"

© Isaac Levitan, "Golden Autumn"

© Francesco Bassano, "Autumn"

Text essay:

When a person goes into adulthood from school, he takes with him on a long voyage of life the verses learned by heart, excerpts of prose from the great works of Russian classics. The famous saying of K.G. Paustovsky about the attitude of Russian poets to autumn is not taught by heart at school. But everyone who is able to perceive the beauty and philosophical depth of nature knows this statement: “The softest and most touching poems, books and paintings were written by Russian poets, writers and artists about autumn.”

So why is autumn the favorite time of the year for many gifted people? How do they comprehend the unity of natural phenomena and movements of the human soul? The text of K.G. makes us think about these questions. Paustovsky.

There is no doubt that the author draws a parallel between autumn with its lonely golden birches, the sky, similar to thin ice, and the state of mind of a mature person, philosophically calmly and seriously discussing alone with himself about the frailty of life and the short duration of all living things. No wonder the writer mentions Pushkin and Tyutchev, who tenderly and touchingly loved autumn. It is well known that these word artists were great philosophers of life, seeking to understand its innermost essence. Probably, it is autumn with its rains and quiet sadness that, like no other season, contributes to a person’s thoughts about the main issues of life.

The writer draws another parallel between man and autumn: in autumn, the splendor of spring and summer colors is replaced by severity and nobility. Likewise, among the great masters of literature, the “elegance of the language” gives way to the depth and simplicity of thought. Therefore, according to the author, autumn is usually loved by people who are able to comprehend their life path.

The author comes to the conclusion: in autumn, nature and man are equally quiet, tuned in to philosophical reflections about the eternal and enduring, that all living things tend to grow old and die. But it is precisely in this pattern that the secret of the revival of life in the spring lies.

I fully share the author’s position: autumn is the most philosophical time of the year, when you don’t want to rush anywhere, there is a desire to quit your usual way of life, leave worries and anxieties for later and completely immerse yourself in the quiet and bright sadness of “autumn” thoughts. It seems to me that the famous Pushkin lines come to mind by themselves:
Sad time! Oh charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent withering of nature, In crimson and gold-clad forests..

How much solemnity and at the same time meekness in the picture drawn by A.S. Pushkin's picture of nature. The poet even has a magnificent, unhurried and solemn wilting. This is an occasion for each of us to think about our departure, which should be accepted, thoughtful and philosophically calm. Another example of the unity of man and autumn is found in the work of F.I. Tyutchev. Of course, the lines will remain in memory for life:

There is in the original autumn A short but marvelous time - The whole day stands as if crystal, And the evenings are radiant ...

Peace, tranquility in nature, which F.I. Tyutchev. Is it possible at this time of the year to think about the momentary, temporary, brief and unimportant? The poet is sure that autumn is a special time of the year, which gives a person a rare opportunity to slowly, seriously and deeply think about himself and his place in the world.

Thus, we can conclude: Russian poets, writers, artists philosophically perceived autumn as a unique, expensive and fleeting season, when a person, merging with dormant nature, thinks about the main thing, comprehending the world and himself in it.

Text by Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky:

(1) The closer to old age, the more often Levitan's thought stopped in the fall. (2) True, Levitan wrote some excellent spring things, but it was almost always spring, similar to autumn. (3) In the "Big Water" the flood-flooded grove is bare, as in late autumn, and has not even been covered with the greenish smoke of the first foliage. (4) In "Early Spring" the black deep river stands dead among the ravines still covered with loose snow, and only in the painting "March" is the real spring brightness of the sky above the melting snowdrifts, yellow sunlight and the glassy sheen of melt water dripping from the porch of a wooden house.
(5) The softest and most touching poems, books and paintings are written by Russian poets, writers and artists about autumn.
(6) Levitan, just like Pushkin and Tyutchev and many others, was waiting for autumn, as the most precious and fleeting time of the year.
(7) Autumn removed from the forests, from the fields, from all nature, dense colors, washed away the greens with rain. (8) Groves were made through. (9) The dark colors of summer were replaced by timid gold, purple and silver. (Yu) Not only the color of the earth changed, but also the air itself. (11) 0n was cleaner, colder, and the distances were much deeper than in summer.
(12) Thus, among the great masters of literature and painting, youthful splendor of colors and elegance of language is replaced in adulthood by rigor and nobility. (13) The autumn in Levitan's paintings is very diverse. (14) It is impossible to list all the autumn days he painted on the canvas. (15) Levitan left about a hundred "autumn" paintings, not counting sketches.
(16) 0 gave us the beauty of the autumn landscape. (17) They depicted things familiar from childhood: haystacks, blackened from dampness; small rivers circling the fallen leaves in slow whirlpools; lonely golden birch trees, not yet upholstered in the wind; a sky like thin ice; shaggy rains over forest clearings.
(17) But in all these landscapes, no matter what they depict, the sadness of farewell days, falling leaves, rotting grasses, the quiet buzz of bees before the cold weather and the pre-winter sun, barely noticeably warming the earth, are best conveyed ...

(18) Almost all of us have remembered since childhood forest glades covered with foliage, lush and sad corners of the homeland that shine under the cool sun in the blue, in the silence of windless waters, in the cries of nomadic birds.

(19) In adulthood, these memories arise with amazing force for the most insignificant reason - even from a fleeting landscape that flashed past the windows of the car - and cause a feeling of excitement and happiness that we ourselves do not understand, a desire to give up everything - cities, worries, the usual circle of people, and go into this wilderness, to the shores of unknown lakes, to forest roads, where every sound is heard as clearly and for a long time as on mountain peaks - whether it be the whistle of a locomotive or the whistle of a bird flitting about in the rowan bushes.

(20) Such a feeling of long-seen sweet places remains from Levitan's "autumn" paintings.

(According to K. Paustovsky)

The seasons are an unchanging theme in the work of many Russian poets. Autumn occupies a special place because of its mystery and mystery. On the one hand, the greatness, the magnificence of nature, the riot of colors. On the other hand, sadness, sadness, longing penetrating the heart. It is with autumn that the most unique and fruitful period in the work of A.S. Pushkin is associated. Retiring to Boldino, he created masterpieces that subsequently conquered the world.
"...and every autumn I bloom again..."

“... The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she is dear to me, dear reader,
Silent beauty, shining humbly,
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her alone ... "

"...Now it's my time: I don't like spring..."

"It's a sad time! Eye charm,
Your parting beauty is pleasant to me ... "

"...and poetry awakens in me..."
All these lines emphasize the poet's special endless love for autumn.
Also, an unusual tenderness for the autumn season shines through in the prose and poetry of I.A. Bunin, a true Russian patriot. You are amazed at the picturesque epithets, the brightness and clarity of the images, the strength of feelings expressed in Bunin's poems.
“... Forest, like a painted tower
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands above the bright meadow ... "

“... Birches with yellow carvings
Shine in the azure blue ... "

“.... And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ... "

"...air web fabric
Shine like a net of silver ... "

“... Today he plays all day
The last moth in the yard
And like a white petal
Freezes on the web ... "

Reading these lines, you vividly imagine these enchanting pictures, you feel the autumn smells and admire the poet's ability to bring all the autumn splendor to paper.
Of course, one cannot ignore Tyutchev's poetic word, one of the few highest peaks of Russian lyrics. F.I. Tyutchev created truly soulful Russian landscapes.

“... There are in the lordship of autumn evenings
A touching, mysterious charm ... "

"... The meek smile of fading,
What in a rational being do we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering ... "

"Wrapped in things with drowsiness
The half-naked forest is sad ... "

"...How fading cute..."
In general, in Tyutchev's poems dedicated to Russian nature, one can feel the poet's equal love for all seasons. I can not single out his special attitude to any one pore. Tyutchev, with extraordinary skill, brilliance, grace, writes about a young spring, a sultry summer, an enchantress-winter and, of course, about a mysterious and mysterious autumn.
As a contrast to the gentle autumn lyrics of Pushkin, Bunin, Tyutchev, autumn sounds in P.A. Vyazemsky.

“... Yesterday I was still moaning over the numb garden
The wind of boring autumn ... "

“... languid despondency wandered with a dull look
Through the groves and meadows that are empty all around.
The forest matured as a cemetery, the meadow matured as a cemetery ... "

“... The ancient oak turned black in the forest,
like a naked corpse...

“... And the waters are dim, under a veil of fogs,
They slumbered in a dead sleep in the silent shores ... "

“... Nature is pale, with despondency in features
I was struck by the longing of death .... "
Here is a completely different spectacle. Reading these lines, you look forward to the end of this dreary time and the beginning of a cheerful, fresh, festive winter.
Beautiful poems about the autumn of poets of the twentieth century: B.L. Pasternak-- "... Autumn-sunny chamber ...", D.S. Samoilov "Red Autumn". and everywhere, as in the poetry of the 19th century, bright and unusual images, giving different pictures and conditions of autumn.
I believe that the theme of native nature is eternal poetry, because the heart of nature and the heart of man merge. The description of autumn allows poets to express the innermost, the hidden, what may have been hidden even from themselves. And the more I read into the lines of poems, the more I discover in them.

One of the most mentioned themes in the works of Russian poets is the theme of nature. It is she who is very closely connected with the boundless love for the Motherland and the beloved Russian expanses. The heart of every creator is simply overflowing with tender feelings and reverent awe of the beauties of the Russian land. And the books of Russian poets about autumn are always full of delightful colors and emotional experiences. There is no person living in Russia who could not be imbued with its delightful landscapes. And those who once became her guest will never be able to forget the boundless expanses, the greenery of forests and the mirror-like surface of numerous rivers and lakes.

Unforgettable beauties of Russian nature, or Autumn in the work of Russian poets

Of course, it is impossible to be devoted to your Motherland if you do not love its nature, are indifferent and do not live in harmony with it. Each creator has a time of year to which he prefers. But it is autumn that inspires them to create great and immortal masterpieces. In the poetry of Russian poets, it is an inexhaustible source of impressions and deep feelings.

Different poets of all ages felt and described this time in their own way. To some of them, it sometimes seems to fade, and someone, on the contrary, cannot stop admiring the last one circling in the blue sky or slightly covered with hoarfrost, withering flowers and grass seized by the first frost. Even the clouds hanging over the withering expanses are admired, and the usual rain seems like parting tears of autumn on the passing warm summer days.

And, perhaps, there is no such Russian writer who would not mention this delightful time in his great works. Any books of Russian poets about autumn contain a lot of wonderful epithets and catchy phrases that are often used in quotations or aphorisms.

Great Pushkin and his favorite season

For example, Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin in his work described all the seasons, but in many of his lines one can understand that he preferred autumn the most: "Now it's my time: I don't like spring ...".

Pushkin never chose any special themes for writing his unforgettable works. The source of his inspiration was life itself with all its manifestations. Alexander Sergeevich was worried about absolutely everything that was connected with his beloved Motherland. He infinitely adored and understood nature. Her sounds, abundance of colors, wonderful aromas. And in absolutely every season of the year, the great Russian poet finds a special charm.

But he gave great preference to autumn and devoted a large number of his inimitable lines to this wonderful time. It is to her that we owe numerous works of Alexander Sergeevich, which have replenished our treasury of literature.

Feelings and emotions diligently conveyed by the greatest creator

Pushkin's poems about autumn reflect its rather contradictory qualities. This is clearly seen in the lines: "A dull time! Eyes of charm!". These poetic lines are so familiar to us and seem understandable that we do not even think about how incompatible the words used in poetry are.

"A sad time" and "eyes charm". After all, dull means boring with monotonous rains and a low gray sky, unsightly and dreary with penetrating dampness and cold wind. And charm is beauty alluring and bewitching. Of course, this combination is surprising. But it was it that became the leitmotif of the Russian lyrics of poets who dedicated themselves to

No other time of the year can compare with the rich solemn radiance of the charming golden season: "I love the lush nature of wilting ...".

A special period in creativity

In the next creation, called "Autumn", created in Boldino in 1833, in the same period in the poet's work, which scientists will later call Boldinskaya autumn, Alexander Sergeevich explains why he loves this particular time of the year and experiences the longest minutes of inspiration these days: "... And every autumn I bloom again ...".

Pushkin was creatively happy in autumn. But few, seeing the gray landscapes, bare bushes, the heavy sky, feeling the cold breath of this period and the ever more frequent gusts of wind that are about to bring the first snow, can discern a special beauty in this time. And especially to accept with reverence and gratitude what nature has given us. And all Pushkin's poems about autumn are always filled with special love and quivering tenderness for her gifts.

Twentieth century poet Ivan Alekseevich

Another wonderful and no less famous writer and Ivan Alekseevich Bunin wrote poems about autumn. In the poem "Evening" he shares his talent, even in small and gray, to find something especially kind and bright: "We always only remember about happiness. And happiness is everywhere. Maybe it is this autumn garden ...".

And, for example, leaf fall in the forest and a mingling feeling of joy and delight from indescribable beauty, he perfectly described in the poem "Leaves rustled, flying around ..." and no less beautiful and exciting work "Falling Leaves": "Forest, like a painted tower ...". Reading these lines, as if you yourself are transported into this delightful fairy tale of the autumn forest, filled with a special atmosphere of magic and tenderness.

A special combination of feelings of the author

And such a combination as sadness and joy, beauty and modesty of the landscape - it is quite easy to explain, because in general the concept of "Russian landscape" implies a national landscape, which means it reflects the mental warehouse of a Russian person. His spiritual worldview, that is, the Orthodox worldview of nature.

These feelings are filled not only with all the books of Russian poets about autumn, but also with many paintings by famous Russian artists. They all tried to convey her special charm in the same way. And therefore, in order to get the most complete picture of the colors of this season, one can, while reading the lines of poets, look at the great masterpieces of Russian landscape painters.

Short autumn poems for little ones

Poems about autumn are short, but unusually figurative, found in Nikolai Alekseevich Zabolotsky. One of them is called "In the rain": "My umbrella is torn like a bird ...". And another poem by the same author is called where autumn itself is a whole wonderful world with all its inhabitants.

The nature of the native country is an inexhaustible source of inspiration. Every poet who wrote about her felt like a part of her. It was the works of Russian creativity that were able to penetrate the soul of nature, to hear and understand its language. And it is very important already in childhood to begin to lay a sense of harmony with the environment around us. With every birch, blade of grass and even an ordinary drop of rain.

Of course, any large work for children's perception will be quite difficult, and poems about autumn are short, but filled with no less delightful lines, and will be the most convenient for memorization and further discussion.

It's time to take stock of Sergei Yesenin

Autumn is not only a season, it is also a time of human life, moments of peace and quiet, reflection and summing up the life lived. It is in this combination that the Russian poet Sergei Yesenin sees himself. He writes: "Oh, the age of autumn! It is dearer to me than youth and summer."

And he, with his characteristic aching sadness and at the same time some inescapable feeling of love for the Motherland, for his land, for its nature, writes in another poem: "The fields are compressed, the groves are bare. Fog and dampness from the water." The transfer of the state of mind of the author of the lyrical hero to inanimate objects is another feature of Yesenin's poetry.

A distinctive feature of the entire galaxy of Russian poets is precisely this correlation and comparison, the parallel between the natural world and the state of the human soul of the lyrical hero.

The nature of autumn in the work of Fet

The works of Athanasius Fet are the most wonderful poems about autumn for children. Despite the fact that they are quite informative and filled with deep meaning, they nevertheless remain very simple and understandable for young children.

Each poet sees himself in his own way in the images of autumn. And, for example, Fet represents it as a time of sadness and longing, which can soon change into a joyful and pleasant time. For example, in the poem "Hound Hunting" this time is expressed in exactly this way: "The last sheaf was brought from the bare fields ...". It is here that this very consolation is clearly present, for example, in hunting.

The golden time of the most beautiful time of the year

And how good autumn is in its very beginning! Golden, as many call it. The extraordinary blue of the skies, the luxurious lush decoration of the forests and the unusual, only in autumn, fresh wind. Many books of Russian poets describe precisely this state of falling asleep nature. When she is just starting to take a break from the summer heat, annoying mosquitoes and there is still no hint of the presence of winter.

Another author who wrote wonderful poems about autumn for children is Fedor Tyutchev. "There is in the autumn of the original ...". How colorfully and accurately the author was able to convey What a huge number of tones he saw in the withering nature. And even the sadness present in the poem is somehow light and bright, like this wonderful time itself.

Creations of the majestic Prince Konstantin Konstantinovich

It is difficult to single out the name of at least one author or one work among such lyrics. Poems about the autumn of Russian poets are real masterpieces, pearls of our poetry. But a special place in the landscape lyrics is occupied by the work of the majestic Prince Konstantin Romanov, who has a whole cycle of poems called "The Seasons".

In this collection, everything is quite clear and simple. Spring is the time of youth and love, the beauty of renewed nature, summer is the festival of flowers, but autumn is characterized by special smells and sounds, captivating silence. And for this author, the fading time is full of charm. How much charm he sees in sad lifeless days: "How captivatingly quiet in the faded fields! Our autumn is full of charm ...".

The works of the prince are filled not only with poetry, but also with the Christian worldview. Humility, patience, obedience are directly felt when immersed in his poems.

Contemporary creativity

Times change, but the view of the Russian poet on nature, on the world around him does not change. The modern, now deceased, poet Rubtsov very accurately mentioned this in his work: "I will not rewrite ...".

And I must say that the poems of Nikolai Mikhailovich, of course, are a continuation of our Russian lyrics. All the works of this poet, especially poems about autumn, are distinguished by extraordinary imagery, as well as simplicity and sincerity that warms the soul. In his works, our modern time is immediately felt. But they inherently present a certain note of the works of Tyutchev and Fet, which is quite clearly expressed in the poem "At a rotten forest hut."

The lyrics of Nikolai Rubtsov, if we take poems about autumn, are even somewhat similar to Yesenin's masterpieces, they are just as piercing, bright, and a special reverence, reverence and love for their Russian landscape is very strongly felt in it.

Features of autumn lyrics, or quotes about the autumn of Russian poets

It is in the autumn lyrics that it is very interesting to observe how the poet creates an image. After all, he will never say directly that it is raining outside and the leaves are falling from the trees. All poems about autumn by Russian poets are filled with figurative pictures, various methods of personification, that is, when an artist ascribes the properties of a living being to some inanimate object.

But it is no less interesting to turn to other poetic means that create the unique imagery of a poem. For example, to comparison or metaphor. And in the work of each poet you can find many such poems.

Many works of Russian poets about autumn formed the basis of popular songs, others quite often quote the characters of any films, something is forever deposited in a person’s memory from the school bench. And some especially exciting lines turn into quotes and are used in everyday life, sometimes without even mentioning the author of the creation.

And if on some autumn day your soul becomes especially sad, you must definitely go into the forest to listen to the birds singing, watch the squirrel jump, watch the falling leaves and remember the books of Russian poets about autumn. And then the heart will immediately be cleansed of longing, and the most beautiful feelings will wake up in the soul that this golden time can only awaken.

No other season is represented as widely and vividly in Pushkin's work as autumn.

Pushkin repeated more than once that autumn is his favorite season. In autumn, he wrote best and most of all, he was “inspired”, a special state, “a blissful state of mind, when dreams are clearly drawn before you, and you acquire living unexpected words to embody your visions, when verses easily fall under your pen, and sonorous rhymes run towards a harmonious thought” (“Egyptian Nights”).

Why is autumn so dear to the poet?

Pushkin in the poem "Autumn" says this about his attitude to this season:

The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she is dear to me, dear reader ...

In this poem, with wonderful descriptions of autumn nature, the poet wants to infect the reader with his special love for this season, and in the last lines of this unfinished passage, he shows with extraordinary persuasiveness and poetry how inspiration is born in his soul, how his poetic creations appear:

Sad time! oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with mist.
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats ...
... And the thoughts in my head are worried in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask for a pen, pen for paper,
A minute - and the verses will flow freely.

("Autumn", 1833)

The poet knows how to find poetic features in the withering of autumn nature: the yellowing foliage of trees turns purple and gold in him. This is a loving perception of her by a person who really loves and knows how to notice the poetic features of autumn. No wonder the French writer Prosper Mérimée noted that "poetry blossoms in Pushkin from the most sober prose."

We meet many descriptions of autumn nature in the novel "Eugene Onegin". Familiar from childhood, the passage “Already the sky was breathing in autumn” introduces us to late autumn in the village. In this passage there is also a traveler rushing at full speed on a horse, frightened by a wolf, and a shepherd who worked during the summer suffering, and a village girl singing behind a spinning wheel, and boys skating on a frozen river.

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.

(Chapter IV, stanza XL)

Another passage from the famous novel is imbued with a different mood. It also speaks of autumn, but there is no direct, simple depiction of pictures of nature and images of people closely related to the life of nature. In this passage, nature itself is poetically humanized, allegorically represented in the form of a living being.

... Golden autumn has come,
Nature is quivering, pale,
Like a victim, magnificently removed ...

(Chapter VII, stanza XXIX)

Indeed, in the fall, A.S. Pushkin experienced an extraordinary surge of strength. The Boldin autumn of 1830 was marked by an extraordinary upsurge and scope of the poet's creative genius. In the history of all world literature, it is impossible to give another example when a writer would have created so many wonderful works in three months. In this famous "Boldino autumn" Pushkin finished chapters VIII and IX of the novel "Eugene Onegin", wrote "Belkin's Tales", four "little tragedies" ("The Miserly Knight", "Mozart and Salieri", "The Stone Guest", "Feast during the Plague"), "The History of the Village of Goryukhino", "The Tale of the Priest and His Worker Balda", about 30 poems (including such as "B esy”, “Elegy”, “Prank”, “My genealogy”), several critical articles and notes. The works of one "Boldino autumn" could perpetuate the name of the poet.

Pushkin lived in Boldin this autumn for about three months. Here he summed up the thoughts and ideas of previous years and outlined new themes, especially in prose.

The poet will visit Boldin two more times (in 1833 and 1834), also in autumn. And these visits left a noticeable mark on his work. But the famous "Boldino autumn" of 1830 remained unique in the poet's creative life.