An unusual incident happened to Mayakovsky. “An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha. Analysis of Mayakovsky’s poem “An extraordinary adventure that happened to Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha”

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AN EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE SUMMER AT THE DACHA

(Pushkino, Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
10 The roofs were crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
20 And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
"Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!"
30 I shouted to the sun:
"Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!"
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
40 to me
It would be great for tea!"
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
50 and retreating backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
60 "I'm driving the lights back
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Bring on the tea
drive away, poet, jam!"
A tear from my own eye -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
70 sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
80 I'm sitting, talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
90 shine
easily?
- Go, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and keep your lights on!"
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
100 he and I, completely comfortable.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
110 for the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light -
shine on anything!
It will get tired
120 and wants night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings;
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
130 and no nails!
This is my slogan -
and sun!

read by Vasily Kachalov
Kachalov belonged to the actors - life builders. The honorary title “engineer of human souls” can be fully attributed to him.

Mayakovsky Vladimir Vladimirovich (1893 – 1930)
Russian Soviet poet. Born in Georgia, in the village of Baghdadi, in the family of a forester.
From 1902 he studied at a gymnasium in Kutaisi, then in Moscow, where after the death of his father he moved with his family. In 1908 he left the gymnasium, devoting himself to underground revolutionary work. At the age of fifteen he joined the RSDLP(b) and carried out propaganda tasks. He was arrested three times, and in 1909 he was in Butyrka prison in solitary confinement. There he began to write poetry. Since 1911 he studied at the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. Having joined the Cubo-Futurists, in 1912 he published his first poem, “Night,” in the futurist collection “A Slap in the Face of Public Taste.”
The theme of the tragedy of human existence under capitalism permeates Mayakovsky’s major works of the pre-revolutionary years - the poems “Cloud in Pants”, “Spine Flute”, “War and Peace”. Even then, Mayakovsky sought to create poetry of “squares and streets” addressed to the broad masses. He believed in the imminence of the coming revolution.
Epic and lyric poetry, striking satire and ROSTA propaganda posters - all this variety of Mayakovsky’s genres bears the stamp of his originality. In the lyrical epic poems “Vladimir Ilyich Lenin” and “Good!” the poet embodied the thoughts and feelings of a person in a socialist society, the features of the era. Mayakovsky powerfully influenced the progressive poetry of the world - Johannes Becher and Louis Aragon, Nazim Hikmet and Pablo Neruda studied with him. In the later works “Bedbug” and “Bathhouse” there is a powerful satire with dystopian elements on Soviet reality.
In 1930, he committed suicide, unable to bear the internal conflict with the “bronze” Soviet age; in 1930, he was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery.

AN EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE SUMMER AT THE DACHA

(Pushkino, Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

Read by Oleg Basilashvili
Basilashvili Oleg Valerianovich
Born on September 26, 1934 in Moscow.
Honored Artist of the RSFSR (1969).
People's Artist of the RSFSR (08/04/1977).
People's Artist of the USSR (11/30/1984).

Due to the fact that the work is built on dialogue and has a bright journalistic beginning, reading the poem “An Extraordinary Adventure” by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky will be interesting for both an adult and a young schoolchild. The theme of this poem is the hard but noble work of the poet. The main lyrical character is a working poet. The plot of the work is a fantastic meeting between Mayakovsky and the sun.

The text of Mayakovsky's poem "An Extraordinary Adventure" was written in 1920. It tells how Mayakovsky, angry at the sun because it was too hot, invited him to visit. To the poet’s surprise, the sun responded and soon was already sitting at his home. Vladimir Vladimirovich and his guest began to have a conversation about how difficult their work was. By the end of the evening they had become friends. Mayakovsky even began to pat the sun on the shoulder. During the conversation, they came to the conclusion that everyone should follow their calling and do their work with full dedication.

The work is studied at school during a literature lesson in the 7th grade. The teacher reads it to the children in its entirety, analyzes it with them, and then gives them a passage to learn at home. On our website you can read the poem online or download it.

An extraordinary adventure that happened with
Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha

(Pushkino. Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
I shouted to the sun:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive away, poet, jam!”
Tears from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!”
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Go try it! –
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and shine bright!”
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
“You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
in verse."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine –
and no nails!
This is my slogan
and sun!

An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha
(Pushkino. Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha, 27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway.)

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
I shouted to the sun:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive away, poet, jam!”
Tears from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Go try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and keep your lights on!”
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
and no nails!
This is my slogan
and sun!

Analysis of the poem “An Extraordinary Adventure” by Mayakovsky

The poem “An Extraordinary Adventure...” was written by Mayakovsky in 1920. It was based on impressions from the poet’s actual stay at Rumyantsev’s dacha.

In the work in a fantastic form, Mayakovsky expresses his idealistic views. The revolution seemed to the author the dawn of a new world. A member of a communist society must be subject to all of nature. Communism proclaimed the unlimited powers and capabilities of man. Therefore, it is not surprising that the author can easily turn to the sun itself. This view also includes the denial of religion and all superstitions. In a patriarchal society, the sun was deified. The peasant in Tsarist Russia treated him as a higher being, on whom his life directly depended. Christianity put one God in this place, but the sun, as one of the creations Higher power, it was still unavailable.

Materialism gave scientific explanation existence of all cosmic bodies. This already significantly lowered the position of the sun. It seemed like just one of an infinite number of stars, and far from the brightest. During Mayakovsky’s time, people were already dreaming of space flights, so the distance to the sun was “reduced.”

The poet is a man of a new society. He can handle any task or problem. Angry at the sun (!), he boldly invites him to visit him. Mayakovsky even reproaches the luminary. He is busy with work, and the sun walks carefree across the sky every day. Despite his self-confidence, the poet still experiences involuntary fear when he sees that the sun is really heading towards his house. But this fear gradually passes, because the guest also recognizes the poet as his equal. This is another life-affirming proposition of communism. There are no impossible tasks in the world. A person is stopped only by lack of confidence in his own abilities. You need to take on any business without any doubt, and this will invariably lead to success.

The poet and the sun are having a calm, unhurried conversation. They share their problems. The lyrical hero understands that the sun also does a difficult job. This brings them even closer together. Under communism, a person's value directly depends on his labor contribution. It is very characteristic that, in a surge of friendly feelings, the sun addresses the poet as “comrade.” In the finale, Mayakovsky compares his poems with the radiance of the sun and claims that their joint slogan is to shine always and everywhere.

Thus, Mayakovsky, in the poem “An Extraordinary Adventure...” sets out his utopian dream - the merging of human and natural forces in a single labor impulse, which will inevitably lead to a happy future.

The other day I watched a stunning sunset... and something reminded me of V. Mayakovsky..." At one hundred and forty suns, the sunset was blazing,
Summer was rolling into July, it was hot, the heat was floating - it was at the dacha." Once upon a time I knew this long poem by heart, but then, I couldn’t really remember, of course I lit up.... I went looking, found it and here it is - (right under the photo) .... Wow, I like Mayakovsky!!!

AN EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE SUMMER AT THE DACHA

(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev’s dacha, 27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway.)

And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
I shouted to the sun:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the tea,
drive away, poet, jam!”
Tears from my eyes -

The heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily?
- Go try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and keep your lights on!”
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!

Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light -
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
and no nails!
This is my slogan -
and sun!