Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev. “Sparrow (Prose Poem). Ivan Turgenev - Sparrow (Prose Poem): Turgenev's poem about a sparrow

Ivan Turgenev "Sparrow"

I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. The dog ran ahead of me.

Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began to sneak, as if sensing game in front of her.

I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings.

My dog ​​was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and, all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped a couple of times in the direction of the toothy open mouth.

He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but his whole small body trembled with horror, his voice grew wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself!

What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! And yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there.

My Trezor stopped, backed away... Apparently, he recognized this power.

I hastened to call the embarrassed dog back and left in awe.

Yes, don't laugh. I was in awe of that little heroic bird, of her loving impulse.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death. Only by her, only by love does life hold and move.

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. The dog ran ahead of me.
Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began to sneak, as if sensing game in front of her.

I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings.
My dog ​​was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped a couple of times in the direction of the toothy open mouth.
He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but his whole small body trembled with horror, his voice grew wild and hoarse, he froze, he sacrificed himself!
What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! And yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there.
My Trezor stopped, backed away... Apparently, he recognized this power.
I hastened to call the embarrassed dog away and left in awe.
Yes; do not laugh. I was in awe of that little heroic bird, of her loving impulse.
Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death. Only by her, only by love does life hold and move.

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev is a beloved poet and writer who is well versed in the art of word combination and rhyme. He used different genres in literature, achieving greater effectiveness. Unfortunately, everything comes to an end. So, at the end of his professional career, the poet wrote a cycle of miniature poems, “Poems in Prose.” By the way, Ivan Sergeevich also shared his thoughts on the topic of death and the end of everything.

The cycle of poems contains many poems, the meaning of which is pessimistic and not at all joyful. But “Sparrow” only has a positive meaning. This creation can be called a life and love hymn, which is stronger than any evil.

In the short amount of words of the poem, Turgenev filled it with a whole dramaturgy. The main characters are animals, but we will not talk about them themselves, we will talk about the topic of selfless love and care. And not only the love and care of parents.

Perhaps many will perceive the dog as evil. In fact, the dog symbolizes a certain fate, rock. The dog has been catching game since ancient times. Instincts don't just turn off. For a yellow-throated chick, a dog is a huge monster. The parent sparrow instantly jumps from a safe branch to save the little sparrow. He stands strong for his child, even though the size of the dog inspires fear.

The dog is greatly surprised by the dedication of the parent sparrow. She respects such an act. Even though the sparrow is of modest size, even though sparrows don’t growl or hiss, but only squeak, he saved the baby.

Confused and interrupted phrases, excited emotions form additional emotions and make actions dynamic. Using many adjectives and verbs, the author quite vividly and emotionally conveys the state of the birds.

It was not for nothing that Ivan Turgenev paid great attention to a small moment in the work where the sparrow rejectedly defended the little sparrow. The author wanted to show the enormous power of love. Because of it, all living things move and know this power. Only the power of love can defeat evil, and sometimes even death.

More than a hundred years have passed since the poem was first published. But it is still printed, still bought and read. It’s not for nothing that the author ended his creation with a phrase that says that only thanks to love does life last and move. This phrase is always relevant and true.

Read poetry on this page "Sparrow" Russian poet Ivan Turgenev written in 1878 year.

I was returning from hunting and walking along the garden alley. The dog ran ahead of me.
Suddenly she slowed down her steps and began to sneak, as if sensing game in front of her.
I looked along the alley and saw a young sparrow with yellowness around its beak and down on its head. He fell from the nest (the wind strongly shook the birch trees of the alley) and sat motionless, helplessly spreading his barely sprouted wings.
My dog ​​was slowly approaching him, when suddenly, falling from a nearby tree, an old black-breasted sparrow fell like a stone in front of her muzzle - and all disheveled, distorted, with a desperate and pitiful squeak, he jumped a couple of times in the direction of the toothy open mouth.
He rushed to save, he shielded his brainchild... but his whole small body trembled with horror, his voice became hoarse and silent, he froze, he sacrificed himself!
What a huge monster the dog must have seemed to him! And yet he could not sit on his high, safe branch... A force stronger than his will threw him out of there.
My Trezor stopped, backed away... Apparently, he recognized this power.
I hastened to call the embarrassed dog away - and left in awe.
Yes; do not laugh. I was in awe of that small, heroic bird, of its loving impulse.
Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death. Only by her, only by love does life hold and move.

I.S. Turgenev. Favorites. Classical library "Contemporary". Moscow: Sovremennik, 1979.

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