Nikolai Nekrasov - There are women in Russian villages: Verse. Funny poems Who wrote women in Russian villages
There are women in Russian villages
With calm gravity of faces,
With beautiful strength in movements,
With a gait, with the eyes of queens, -
Can't the blind see them?
And the sighted one says about them:
“It will pass - as if the sun will shine!
He will look - he will give a ruble!
They go the same way
What all our people go,
But the dirt of the environment is squalid
They don't seem to stick to them. blooms
Beauty, marvelous to the world,
Blush, slim, tall,
Beautiful in every dress
Dexterity for any work.
And endures hunger and cold,
Always patient, even...
I saw how she mows:
What a wave - then a mop is ready!
The handkerchief fell into her ear,
Look, the braids will fall.
Some guy screwed up
And threw them up, fool!
Heavy blond braids
Fell on a swarthy chest,
Bare feet covered her legs,
They prevent the peasant woman from looking.
She took them away with her hands,
He looks angrily at the guy.
The face is majestic, as in a frame,
Burning with embarrassment and anger...
On weekdays, he does not like idleness.
But you don't recognize her
How the smile of fun will drive away
From the face of the labor seal.
Such heartfelt laughter
And songs and dances
Money can't buy. "Joy!"
The men are talking to each other.
In the game, her equestrian will not catch,
In trouble - he will not fail, he will save;
Stop a galloping horse
Will enter the burning hut!
Beautiful straight teeth
What large pearls she has,
But strictly ruddy lips
Keep their beauty from people -
She rarely smiles...
She has no time to sharpen her hair,
She won't dare a neighbor
Grip, ask for a pot;
She does not feel sorry for the poor beggar -
Feel free to walk without work!
Lies on it rigorously
And the seal of inner strength.
It is clear and strong consciousness,
That all their salvation is in work,
And her work is rewarded:
The family does not struggle in need,
They always have a warm house
The bread is baked, the kvass is delicious,
Healthy and well-fed guys
There is an extra piece for the holiday.
This woman is going to dinner
Before the whole family ahead:
Sits like on a chair, two years old
The baby is on her chest
Next to a six year old son
The elegant uterus leads ...
And to the heart of this picture
To all those who love the Russian people!
Analysis of the poem "There are women in Russian villages" by Nekrasov
In his works, N. A. Nekrasov more than once refers to the description of the image of a Russian woman, beautiful and strong. he also expresses his admiration, citing in the passage "There are women in Russian villages ..." a vivid description of the simple peasant woman Daria.
Like many poems by Nikolai Alekseevich, "There are women in Russian villages ..." is imbued with deep sympathy for the hard life and fate of a woman from the village. The author describes her numerous sufferings from hard work and moral humiliation. Caring for the family, raising children, taking care of the house and working in the field - after the death of her husband, only Daria takes care of all this.
According to Nekrasov, such a woman is able to endure "both hunger and cold." The poet admires how, with such a difficult life, a Russian woman also has a rich soul. High moral qualities remained with her, she does not lose faith and does not break under the weight of life's trials. Hardworking and selfless, a good housewife, she was and remains the support on which the whole family rests. She manages everything, at the same time, finds the strength to have fun and laugh, as if forgetting for a while about all the hardships that have fallen on her shoulders.
The poet calls compassionate love a feature of the Russian female character, even being in an extremely difficult situation, a person least of all thinks about himself, about his personal grief.
Nekrasov both admires and is filled with empathy for their difficult fates. Each quatrain is saturated with great tenderness and warmth. And he is indignant about their disenfranchised existence, their bitter fate. According to the author, a Russian woman deserves a happy and carefree life.
To create a more vivid portrait, Nekrasov uses in the poem:
- Comparisons - “as if the sun will illuminate”, “will give a ruble”, “with the eyes of queens”.
- Epithets - “to the world marvelously”, “beautiful in all clothes”, “dexterity for any work”.
- Metaphors - "hearty laughter", "ruddy lips", "seal of inner strength", "what a wave - then a mop is ready."
And it is impossible not to highlight the entrenched typical image of a Russian peasant woman:
"The galloping horse will stop,
It will enter the burning hut!”
The poet in each line described the real, truthful fate of the Russian peasant woman. He deeply felt her pain and suffering, all the hardships that she had to endure. And he stressed that despite all this, she remained beautiful externally and internally, she was able to combine courage with high moral qualities.
TaunT: There are women in Russian villages!
TaunT: I'm going home last night, the car is standing by the side of the road, the brake lights are flashing. I didn't make out the brand, but in general it's "red" :) Nearby is a girl with two shovels in her hands. I told her: "girl, can you help? clear or push?" She smiles sweetly: "No, thanks, I sell shovels" :)
TaunT: There are women in Russian villages!
TaunT: I'm going home last night, the car is standing by the side of the road, the brake lights are flashing. I didn't make out the brand, but in general it's "red" :) Nearby is a girl with two shovels in her hands. I told her: "girl, can you help? clear or push?" She smiles sweetly: "No, thanks, I sell shovels" :)
TaunT: There are women in Russian villages!
Uzhik: What?
TaunT: I'm going home last night, the car is standing by the side of the road with brake lights flashing. I didn't make out the brand, but in general it's "red" :) Nearby is a girl with two shovels in her hands. I told her: "girl, can you help? clear or push?" She smiles sweetly: "No, thanks, I sell shovels" :)
12:13:57 [invisible] harsh girl in Russian villages: they will stop a galloping horse. they will enter a burning hut, they will drink champagne with vodka !!!
12:16:09 [Dark PerS] but with all this ... go to the toilet with a friend
12:17:35 [invisible]))))
12:26:45 [Mata Hari] to [Dark Persian] Because the harsh Russian village toilet is worse than a burning hut and a mad horse.
TOAST ON THE OCCASION OF LOVE'S DAY
There are women in Russian villages -
The kind that you'll screw up!
With such plumage on the legs!
Is it a man? Babets? You won't understand!
Mighty chest will touch
Ile kicks softly with his foot -
The dude gets sick for a long time,
Or maybe even die...
In the subway car and bus
Avoid ladies like that!
Do not become a cutlet in sauce,
Don't stand in their way!
Brotherhood! Me for Valentine's Day
I'll drink a bottle of wine!
Walk, you fucking flaw!
Peasant freedom - hurrah!!!
"There are women in Russian villages" -
(As if they are not in the cities!)
Everyone will notice them, no doubt,
(Of course, if he is not a monk!).
Cleaner than Pamelovsky * titek
Her majestic chest!
And I'll sing if you want
And Lopez will outshine somehow!
She is a queen at work!
She was smart and smart!
And if it pulls to the left,
She will pinch the man!
Slightly patted, of course,
It remains that she at least a little bit,
Undress, quietly, slowly,
Having managed to yawn on the way.
Tired but strong hand
Wake up a man's become,
And for a long time, not knowing peace,
The bed will creak!
And in the morning back to work:
Cow, kids, food!
Ordinary women worries
Month after month, year after year...
Such strength and power in them!
She will cut the logs
And cook rich borscht.
Feed and milk the cattle
Will enter the burning hut,
And to the heart of this picture
To all who love the Russian people!
P.S.
Oh women! Foreseeing speeches,
I will accept them gracefully, easily,
(in any appropriate form)
Your feminophile is Shaliko.
NIBENIME - KIBENIME
There are women in Russian villages.
N.A. Nekrasov
There are women in Russian villages!
Married - and in complete shit!
On the table - pickles and pickles,
In the bed - a solid burim ...
(Zero drank, half a liter in my mind!)
There are women in Russian villages,
The men also meet
And I'll tell you guys
About the milker of the middle hand.
You timidly enter his office:
‘Semyonich, if you please sign!’,
And he: ‘Come on, get out of here quickly!
Look, they’re climbing, get your mother!’
To him you: ‘But what about…?’
To you he: ‘I don’t know, I don’t know, my friend!’
My wife fell ill
Here I am bringing her a pie.
You happily enter the topic,
Like, you know the cure is one,
And he wearily yawns,
And stares silently out the window.
And in this holy moment
You take out an envelope in front of him,
And with an obsequious smile, you carefully place it on the table.
Moral of the story guys:
Working hard not to sweat too much
It is enough to have a simple chair under a fat udder!
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There are, there are women in Russian villages, surprising the whole world. Imagine
- Israel, a lady of Balzac age from the category of "it's easier to jump over,
how to get around" is looking for an ENGLISH CEMETERY. As a guide, do not think :)
She had a house nearby. A lady catches a native Israeli. How
strangely enough, he does not understand the question in human language. Think lady
went to look for someone Russian-speaking? Fig! She courageously collected
all her knowledge in foreign languages and issued:
- EYFO (Heb. "where") ENGLISH KAPUTS?!
But she did find the cemetery... the Russian guards helped...
Undoubtedly, Nekrasov was right, "there are women in Russian villages ..." and further
according to the text, known to everyone from school. But any of them stopping by
galloping horse, can envy the strength and endurance of the daughters of a free
gypsy tribe. This, in fact, is only reasoning on the topic, but
history itself.
It happened 26 years ago in one of the Kyiv maternity hospitals. Painting in maternity
the hall is like this: several people in white coats are fussing, yelling on the scales
pretty big baby. From one of the tables, not even groaning like
after a routine examination at the gynecologist, the gypsy gets off, and, pointing her finger at
direction of the newborn, says: “Wrap it up! I'm in a hurry! » Taken aback
the nurse picks up the child in her arms and, out of indignation, forgetting to announce
weight, exclaims: “What does it mean to “wrap”? You are not in the store! »
The midwife rushes to put the woman in labor back with a cry: “Woman, where
you? Wait, the baby seat hasn't left yet! » To which the gypsy says:
"I don't want your place. A man in a taxi is waiting for me! »
Silent scene.
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They are affectionately called women.
Elephant on the move will be stopped
And they will tear off his trunk!" (1)
She wakes up early
And plow the fields for sowing.
Sow millet and oatmeal,
And then he hurries to the barn.
Cleaned out mangers and stalls,
Ass "ala cattle feed" s,
Ran home calmly
Wake up daughters, sons.
Here is breakfast and a newspaper for my husband,
Here is the tea. Good luck everyone, bye!
And time flies like a rocket.
And it's time for her to go to work.
Running from work, stumbling
After all, cooking dinner is a leisure activity.
Here the children came, smiling.
And soon the husband will return.
Smoke excellent dishes:
Salad, and roast - all for you!
And to my husband, like a breath of wonder,
She pours 100 grams.
Then again manger and stall,
And hay stacked up.
Put the kids in. Satisfied.
And at night - marital duty.
And in the morning everything is again - the abyss!
And days, as one in a row.
That she has no equal anywhere:
"In the game, her equestrian will not catch,
In trouble - he will not fail, he will save;
Stop a galloping horse
He will enter a burning hut!" (2)
She smiles again:
Fields, belly "ina, stove.
That her life is short.
Only at night, looking out the window,
Under the snoring of his man,
She, slowly sobbing,
Recognized for sure:
"She would like to live differently,
Wear precious clothes...
But the horses keep jumping and jumping!
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"There are women in Russian villages -
They are affectionately called women.
Elephant on the move will be stopped
And they will tear off his trunk!" (1)
She wakes up early
And plow the fields for sowing.
Sow millet and oatmeal,
And then he hurries to the barn.
Cleaned out mangers and stalls,
Z a d a "l a cattle f o r m o" in,
Ran home calmly
Wake up daughters, sons.
Here is breakfast and a newspaper for my husband,
Here is the tea. Good luck everyone, bye!
And time flies like a rocket.
And it's time for her to go to work.
Running from work, stumbling
After all, cooking dinner is a leisure activity.
Here the children came, smiling.
And soon the husband will return.
Smoke excellent dishes:
Salad, and roast - all for you!
And to my husband, like a breath of wonder,
She pours 100 grams.
Then again manger and stall,
And hay stacked up.
Put the kids in. Satisfied.
And at night - marital duty.
And in the morning everything is again - the abyss!
And days, as one in a row.
A man will praise once a month,
That she has no equal anywhere:
"In the game, her equestrian will not catch,
In trouble - he will not fail, he will save;
Stop a galloping horse
He will enter a burning hut!" (2)
She smiles again:
Fields, f and in o t and n a, plate.
100 grams in the evening and not a word
That her life is short.
Only at night, looking out the window,
Under the snoring of his man,
She, slowly sobbing,
Recognized for sure:
"She would like to live differently,
Wear precious clothes...
But the horses keep jumping and jumping!
And the huts are burning and burning!..." (3)
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