Class hour for the anniversary of N.A. Nekrasov. Class hour “The life and work of N. Nekrasov The Volga River in the life of the poet

ANNIVERSARY OF N.A.NEKRASOV

Work has always given me life.

Write it down before I forget.

Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov was born on November 28 (December 10), 1821 in the town of Nemirovo, in Ukraine, where the regiment in which his father served was stationed at that time. In 1824, the Nekrasov family moved to Greshnevo (Yaroslavl Province), where the future poet spent his childhood.

Very little evidence has been preserved about the poet’s childhood and his family. But Nekrasov’s poems reflected not only many facts of his biography, conveyed surprisingly subtly and accurately, not only the impression of individual scenes that he witnessed, but also the feelings and experiences that these scenes evoked in him.

That is why many years later the poet wrote with such bitterness about his childhood:

No! in my youth, rebellious and harsh,

There is no memory that pleases the soul;

But everything that entangled my life from the first years,

An irresistible curse fell upon me, -

Everything begins here, in my native land!..

The poet's father, Alexey Sergeevich Nekrasov, belongs to a rather ancient but impoverished family. The man is stern and willful. My father’s favorite pastime was hound hunting, during which peasant plots were often trampled. After a successful hunt, revelry was held in the house, the serf orchestra played, and the courtyard girls sang and danced

Nekrasov’s mother, Elena Andreevna, was an amazingly soft, kind, well-educated woman, she was the complete opposite of her rude and narrow-minded husband. Elena Andreevna was seriously involved in raising children, read to them a lot, played the piano and sang for them. According to the poet, she was “a singer with an amazing voice.”

In 1832, Nekrasov, together with his brother Andrei, entered the Yaroslavl gymnasium. Education at the gymnasium was poorly organized. Many teachers had little understanding of the subjects they taught. For every offense they severely punished their students and Nekrasov studied unevenly, but his comrades loved him for his lively and sociable character. In the summer of 1837, Nekrasov left the gymnasium.

Nekrasov was not yet seventeen years old when, full of all kinds of hopes, he arrived in St. Petersburg. It's a hard time. It was not possible to enter the university: the knowledge acquired at the gymnasium turned out to be too scanty. But life’s adversities did not break Nekrasov, did not shake his passionate desire to learn. He continued to dream of entering university and studied hard for exams. I never managed to realize my dream.

On the advice of one of his acquaintances, Nekrasov decided to collect his printed and handwritten poems and publish them as a separate book called “Dreams and Sounds.” The collection “Dream and Sounds” was published at the beginning of 1840. Nekrasov hid his name under the initials N.N. As Zhukovsky predicted, the book was not a success, although some critics generally responded quite favorably to it. Only V.G. Belinsky, according to the poet, cursed him.

In mid-1840, Nekrasov began his active work as a publisher. The poet turned out to be an excellent organizer. Nekrasov published two volumes of the almanac: “Physiology of St. Petersburg”, and in 1846 – “Petersburg Collection”, which were warmly received by the public and highly praised by advanced critics in the person of Belinsky.

With the help of friends, the poet, together with the writer I.I. Panaev, rented the Sovremennik magazine at the end of 1846.

Nekrasov's creativity in the years 1868-1877 was distinguished by amazing diversity. At this time, he wrote lyrical poems, historical and revolutionary poems “Grandfather”, “Russian Women”, and finally, the greatest epic of folk life “Who Lives Well in Rus'”.

At the beginning of 1850, Nekrasov became seriously ill. He undertook the publication of a collection of poems, for which he selected the best works. The collection “Poems by N. Nekrasov” was published in the spring of 1856. Its appearance became an important social and literary event. The collection included works that contained a call for social change and the struggle against all forms of exploitation and oppression.

Help me work, Zina!

Work has always given me life.

Here is another beautiful picture -

Write it down before I forget.

Don't cry in secret! - Believe in hope

Laugh, sing as you sang in the spring,

Repeat to my friends, as before,

Every verse you wrote down...

In the fall of 1877, Nekrasov became very ill. On the evening of December 27, 1877, Nekrasov died. On a frosty December morning, a funeral procession moved from Nekrasov’s apartment on Liteiny Prospekt towards the Novodevichy Cemetery. The coffin was carried in their arms the entire time. V.A. Panaev and F.M. Dostoevsky gave speeches over the poet’s grave. “He was taller than Pushkin!” - Many shouted. This was the opinion of advanced Russian people, who considered Nekrasov one of their greatest poets.

EXCERPT FROM THE POEM “PEASANT CHILDREN”» 5th grade

The mushroom time has not yet left,
Look - everyone’s lips are so black,
They filled the ears: the blueberries are ripe!
And there are raspberries, lingonberries, and nuts!
A childish cry echoed
From morning until night it thunders through the forests.
Scared by singing, hooting, laughter,
Will the black grouse take off, cooing to her chicks?
If the little hare jumps up - sodom, turmoil!
Here is an old capercaillie with a faded wing
I was messing around in the bush... well, the poor guy feels bad!
The living one is dragged to the village in triumph...


- Enough, Vanyusha! you walked a lot,
It's time to get to work, dear! -
But even labor will turn out first
To Vanyusha with his elegant side:
He sees his father fertilizing the field,
Like throwing grain into loose soil,
As the field then begins to turn green,
As the ear grows, it pours grain;
The ready harvest will be cut with sickles,
They will tie them up in sheaves and take them to Riga,
They dry it out, they beat and beat with flails,
At the mill they grind and bake bread.
A child will taste fresh bread
And in the field he runs more willingly after his father.
Will they wind up the hay: “Climb up, little shooter!”
Vanyusha enters the village as a king...

EXCERPT FROM THE POEM “RAILWAY”6th grade

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
Fragile ice on the icy river
It lies like melting sugar;

Near the forest, like in a soft bed,
You can get a good night's sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Yellow and fresh, they lie like a carpet.

Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi,
And moss swamps and stumps -

Everything is fine under the moonlight,
Everywhere I recognize my native Rus'...
I fly quickly on cast iron rails,
I think my thoughts...

Reflections at the front entrance ( POEM.) » 6th grade

Here is the front entrance. On special days,
Possessed by a servile illness,
The whole city is in some kind of fright
Drives up to the treasured doors;
Having written down your name and rank,
The guests are leaving for home,
So deeply pleased with ourselves
What do you think - that’s their calling!
And on ordinary days this magnificent entrance
Poor faces besiege:
Projectors, place-seekers,
And an elderly man and a widow.
From him and to him you know in the morning
All the couriers are jumping around with papers.
Returning, another hums “tram-tram”,
And other petitioners cry.
Once I saw the men come here,
Village Russian people,
They prayed at the church and stood away,
Hanging their brown heads to their chests;
The doorman appeared. “Let it go,” they say
With an expression of hope and anguish.
He looked at the guests: they were ugly to look at!
Tanned faces and hands,
The Armenian boy is thin on his shoulders,
On a knapsack on their bent backs,
Cross on my neck and blood on my feet,
Shod in homemade bast shoes
(You know, they wandered for a long time
From some distant provinces).
Someone shouted to the doorman: “Drive!
Ours doesn’t like ragged rabble!”
And the door slammed. After standing,
The pilgrims untied their wallets,
But the doorman did not let me in, without taking a meager contribution,
And they went, scorched by the sun,
Repeating: “God judge him!”
Throwing up hopeless hands,
And while I could see them,
They walked with their heads uncovered...

Lullaby ( Poem)7th grade

Sleep, shoot, harmless for now!
Baiushki bye.
The copper moon looks dimly
To your cradle.
I will not tell fairy tales -
I will sing the truth;
You were dozing with your eyes closed,
Baiushki bye.

It was heard throughout the province
Happy click everyone:
Your father was put on trial -
Obvious darkness of evidence.
But your father is a known rogue -
Knows his role.
Sleep, shoot, while you're honest!
Baiushki bye.

You grow up - and the world is baptized
You'll soon understand
Buy a dark green tailcoat
And you will take the pen.
You say: "I mean well,
I stand for good!"
Sleep - your future path is correct!
Baiushki bye.

You will be an official in appearance
And a scoundrel at heart,
I'll go out to see you off -
And I’ll wave my hand!
One day you will get used to it picturesquely
Bend your back...
Sleep, shoot while you're innocent!
Baiushki bye.
Quiet and meek, like a lamb,
And a strong forehead,
To a good place
You'll crawl like a snake -
And you won’t put a damn
On your hand.
Sleep until you can't steal!
Baiushki bye.
Buy a multi-storey house
You'll grab a big rank
And suddenly you will become an important gentleman,
Russian nobleman.
You will live peacefully and clearly
You will end your life...
Sleep, my beautiful official!
Baiushki bye.

Russian women ( OTR. FROM THE POEM)8th grade


Calm, strong and light
A wonderfully well-coordinated cart;

The Count Father himself more than once, not twice
Tried it first.

Six horses were harnessed to it,
The lantern inside was lit.

The Count himself adjusted the pillows,
I laid the bear's cavity at my feet,

Making a prayer, icon
Hung it in the right corner

And - he began to sob... Princess-daughter...
Going somewhere this night...

Yes, we tear our hearts in half
To each other, but, dear,
Tell me, what else should we do?
Can you help with melancholy!

One who could help us
Now... Sorry, sorry!
Bless your own daughter
And let me go in peace!

God knows if we'll see you again
Alas! there is no hope.
Forgive and know: your love,
Your last testament
I will remember deeply
In a distant place...
I'm not crying, but it's not easy
I have to break up with you!

Oh, God knows!... But the duty is different,
And higher and more difficult,
He's calling me... Sorry, dear!
Don't shed unnecessary tears!
My path is long, my path is hard,
My fate is terrible,
But I covered my chest with steel...
Be proud - I am your daughter!

JACK FROST (EXTRACT FROM POEM)9th grade

There are women in Russian villages
With calm importance of faces,
With beautiful strength in movements,
With the gait, with the look of queens, -

Wouldn't a blind person notice them?
And the sighted man says about them:
“It will pass as if the sun will shine!
If he looks, he’ll give me a ruble!”

They go the same way
How all our people are coming,
But the dirtiness of the situation is wretched
It doesn't seem to stick to them. Blooms

Beauty, the world is a wonder,
Blush, slim, tall,
She is beautiful in any clothes,
Dexterous for any job.

He endures both hunger and cold,
Always patient, even...
I saw how she squints:
With a wave, the mop is ready!

The scarf fell over her ear,
Just look at the scythes falling.
Some guy got it wrong
And he threw them up, the fool!

Heavy brown braids
They fell on the dark chest,
Bare feet covered her feet,
They prevent the peasant woman from looking.

She pulled them away with her hands,
He looks at the guy angrily.
The face is majestic, as if in a frame,
Burning with embarrassment and anger...

Who can live well in Rus' (excerpts) Grade 10

I wore Demidushka

For wives... cherished...

Yes, my mother-in-law got fed up,

How she yawned, how she growled:

"Leave him with grandpa,

You won't get much done with him!"

Intimidated, scolded,

I didn’t dare to contradict

Left the child.

Such rich rye

That year we were born,

We are the earth without being lazy

Fertilized, groomed, -

It was hard for the plowman

It's more fun!

Suddenly I heard moans:

Savely the grandfather is crawling,

Pale as death:

“Sorry, sorry, Matryonushka!”

And fell on his feet.-

My sin - I didn’t notice!..”

The old man fell asleep in the sun,

Fed Demidushka to the pigs

Silly grandfather!..

I was rolling around like a ball

I was curled up like a worm,

She called and woke up Demushka -

Yes, it was too late to call!..

RUS Grade 10

You're miserable too

You are also abundant

You are mighty

You are also powerless

Mother Rus'!

Saved in slavery

Free heart -

Gold, gold

People's heart!

People's power

Mighty force -

Conscience is calm,

The truth is alive!

Strength with untruth

Doesn't get along

Sacrifice by untruth

Not called -

Rus' does not move,

Rus' is like dead!

And she caught fire

Hidden spark -

They stood up - unwounded,

They came out - uninvited,

Live by the grain

The mountains have been destroyed!

The army rises -

Countless!

The strength in her will affect

Indestructible!

You're miserable too

You are also abundant

You're downtrodden

You are omnipotent

Mother Rus'!

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The thorny life path of Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov (until 1847)

  • Estate in Greshnev
  • Yaroslavl. General view and the Volga River.
  • Karabikha
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    Childhood

    • Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov was born on November 28, 1821 in the town of Nemirov, Podolsk province. He was the third child in the family. Mother - Elena Andreevna, Little Russian noblewoman. Father - Alexey Sergeevich Nekrasov, a poor landowner, an army officer. Three years after the birth of his son, he, having retired as a major, permanently moved to his family estate in the Yaroslavl estate of Greshnev, which was located not far from the Volga.
    • Greshnevo was located on a plain, among endless meadows and fields. Here, in the village, the poet spent his childhood.
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    Greshnevo

    It was from Greshnev that Nekrasov the poet learned exceptional sensitivity to the suffering of others. Nekrasov’s heartfelt affection for the Russian peasant began in Greshnev, which determined
    subsequently the exceptional nationality of his work.

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    • Corner of the old park in Nemirov.
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    Friendship with peasant children

    At the estate there was an old, neglected garden, surrounded by a solid fence. The boy made a loophole in the fence and during those hours when his father was not at home, he invited peasant children to come to him. Children burst into the garden and pounced on apples, pears, currants, and cherries. But as soon as the nanny shouted: “Master, master is coming!” - how they instantly disappeared. Of course, the master's son was not allowed to be friends with the children of serfs. But, having found a convenient moment, the boy ran away through the same loophole to his village friends, went with them into the forest, and swam in the Samarka River. This moment in his life - direct communication with peasant children - influenced his work.

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    The Samarka River near Greshnev

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    Yaroslavl-Kostroma road

    • The manor's house stood right next to the road, and the road was crowded at that time. Nekrasov met all kinds of working people who went to the village in search of work. The poet later recalled these meetings:

    Under our thick, ancient elms
    Tired people were drawn to rest.
    The guys will surround: the stories will begin
    About Kyiv, about the Turks, about wonderful animals...
    The worker will arrange, lay out the shells -
    Planes, files, chisels, knives:
    “Look, little devils?” - and the children are happy,
    How you saw, how you fooled, show them everything.

    • So folk life and folk speech became close to Nekrasov from childhood.
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    I visited Paris, Naples, Nice. But nowhere have I breathed as sweetly as in Greshnev...

    Since childhood, his native fields and meadows have also become close to him. After a trip abroad, he wrote in a draft manuscript.

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    The Volga River in the life of the poet

    • The poet's childhood memories are connected with the Volga, to which he dedicated many poems. Here he saw deep human suffering for the first time. He wandered along the bank in the hot season and suddenly heard groans and saw barge haulers wandering along the river, “almost bending their heads / To their feet entwined with twine.”
    • They groaned from backbreaking work.
    • The child began to think about the cruelty of life. Early on, a picture of the national disaster was revealed to him.
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    Oh, bitterly, bitterly I cried,
    As I stood that morning
    On the banks of the native river,
    And for the first time he called her
    A river of slavery and melancholy!..

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    Family relationships

    Another grief was constantly near Nikolai Alekseevich. This grief was in his own family. His mother, Elena Andreevna, a meek woman, suffered greatly in her marriage. She was a man of high culture, and her husband, Nikolai’s father, was a rude, cruel, ignorant man. She sat at home alone all day, and her husband constantly traveled to neighboring landowners His favorite pastimes were cards, drinking parties, and hunting hares with hounds. There were days when she sat at the piano all day long, singing and crying about her bitter fate. Nekrasov wrote: “She was a singer with an amazing voice.” In some of his poems he reproduced that sad motif inspired by his mother’s songs:

    You played and sang a sad hymn,
    That song, the cry of the long-suffering soul,
    Your firstborn will inherit later.

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    • She often took part in issues related to peasants and stood up for them before her husband. But he often attacked her with his fists and beat her. How Nekrasov hated him at such moments!
    • Elena Andreevna was an expert in world poetry and often told her son excerpts from the works of great writers that he could understand. Already an elderly man, Nekrasov recalled in the poem “Mother”:

    And I hear your voice in the darkness,
    Filled with melody and caress,
    To whom you told me fairy tales
    About knights, monks, kings.
    Then, when I read Dante and Shakespeare,
    It seemed that I encountered familiar features:
    Those are images from their living world
    You imprinted on my mind.

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    • Love for his mother is described in many of the poet’s poems: “Motherland”, “Mother”, “Bayushki-Bayu”, “Knight for an Hour”, etc. These are poems of an autobiographical nature; they describe the people of that era, their relationships, their morals and customs.
    • Nekrasov said that it was his mother’s suffering that awakened in him a protest against the oppression of women. In his poems one can see not only pity for the woman, but also hatred for her oppressors.
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    Yaroslavl gymnasium

    • Despite the absence of home teachers, by the age of 10 Nekrasov had mastered reading and writing and in 1832 he entered the Yaroslavl gymnasium together with his older brother Andrei. His stay at the gymnasium did not become a significant stage in Nekrasov’s life; He never once remembered either his teachers or his comrades.
    • Four years of study yielded little, and in the last year, 1837, Nikolai Nekrasov was not even certified in many subjects. Under the pretext of “distressed health,” Nekrasov the father took his son from the gymnasium.”
    • At this time, Alexey Sergeevich served as a police officer, and Nikolai helped him as a clerk. The young man, almost a boy, was present “at various scenes of people’s life, at investigations, at autopsies of corpses, and sometimes at reprisals in the style of the old time.” All this made a deep impression on the child and early in the living pictures introduced him to the then, often too difficult, conditions of people's life.
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    "Petersburg ordeals"

    • In 1838, Nekrasov decided to enter St. Petersburg University. His mother supported this dream, but his father insisted on entering the cadet corps. But the young man Nekrasov did not listen to his father; he firmly decided not to go into military service and become a “humanitarian.”
    • Young Nekrasov came to St. Petersburg with a letter of recommendation to the gendarmerie general D.P. Polozov. The general approved the young man’s humanitarian plans and wrote about them to his father. The answer was a rude letter threatening to leave me without material support, which was carried out.
    • It is safe to say that not a single great Russian writer had such a difficult everyday and life experience that young Nekrasov went through in his first St. Petersburg years... He found himself without a single point of support: without a place, sometimes simply without shelter and, of course, without money.
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    Meeting with V.G. Belinsky

    • V.G. Belinsky
    • I.I.Panaev
    • Editorial staff of the magazine "Sovremennik"
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    Class hour dedicated to the 195th anniversary

    since the birth of N.A. Nekrasova

    "I'm in the village again"

    ON THE. Nekrasov (“Peasant Children”)

    Goals:

    Develop children's cognitive activity;

    Arouse interest in the history of your homeland;

    Develop interpersonal relationships in the process of joint activities;

    Instill interest in books and reading;

    Foster a culture of communication and aesthetic feelings.

    Equipment:

    Exhibition of books by N.A. Nekrasov

    Presentation on the biography of N.A. Nekrasova;

    Filmstrip “Grandfather Mazai and the Hares”;

    Plan

    1. Introduction;

    2. Presentation “N.A. Nekrasov. Biography";

    3. The poem “Peasant Children” performed by class students;

    4. Watching the film strip “Grandfather Mazai and the Hares”;

    5. Summing up the meeting.

    “We celebrate the 195th anniversary of the birth of the great Russian poet N.A. Nekrasov. Nekrasov’s poetry is part of folk culture.

    N.A. Nekrasov is a man with a difficult fate. From early childhood he was tormented by the question of the unfair structure of life.”

    “We have become acquainted with Nekrasov’s poetry from early childhood, continue to become acquainted throughout our school years, and throughout our lives we enjoy re-reading his works.”

    The poem “Peasant Children” is performed by class students.

    “Nekrasov wrote specifically for children. For him, addressing children was important, without regard to age. He shared with them the indignation that the situation of ordinary people caused him. Nekrasov, as a children's poet, was characterized by humor and entertainment. The whimsical imagination and rapid lightness of his poems, together with his extraordinary vocabulary, brought to life unexpected images that remained forever in his memory.

    The poem brings to life the pages of his childhood.

    Greshnevo was surrounded by meadows and fields, and a little further away stood the jagged wall of a large forest, where mushrooms and berries grew in abundance. Nekrasov wandered for a long time in the meadows and forests in the company of peasant children. This society, as the poet’s sister put it, attracted the future poet like a magnet. In the fence that separated the manor's estate from the village, he made a loophole and through it made his way into the village to participate in the games and walks of his friends. He swam with the guys in the river, picking raspberries, blueberries, and mushrooms with them, and when winter came, he rode down the mountains on a sled. So, from childhood, Nekrasov became close and dear to village life, the life of the common people.

    Hunting was Nekrasov's long-time hobby. Hunting has long been popular in Russia. Rich people hunted for fun, poor people for game.

    When Nekrasov felt tired from working on new works and countless efforts about creating the magazine “Sovremennik”, “Domestic Notes”, he went to the village, to his native Yaroslavl region - to Greshnevo, and later to Karabakh or Chudovskaya Luka

    (near St. Petersburg).

    Nekrasov in his poem “Peasant Children” tells a story not only about peasant children, but also about village friends. In the poem we see the life of nature, merged with the life of a child, the poetry of peasant labor. A peasant boy of 5–6 years old learned to ride a horse and began to drive cattle to water. At the age of 7 - 8, he helped on the arable land - he controlled a horse. At the age of 9, the young owner had more responsibilities: caring for livestock, working in the fields, the father took his son hunting, taught him to set a snare, shoot, and fish. By the age of 14, the teenager owned a scythe, sickle, flail, and axe, and by the age of 15 he could well replace his father.

    Girls in a peasant family also did not sit idle: at the age of six the girl mastered the spinning wheel, at the age of 10 she worked with a sickle and sewed. By the age of 12–13, the girl was completely in charge of the household in the absence of her parents. At the age of 14 she weaved, reaped, and mowed hay, and at 15 she worked equally with adults. The girls were taught everything that they could do by their mother, and the boys were taught by their father.

    School was not always available to peasant children. One of these schools was opened thanks to the efforts of Nekrasov. The two-story school building has survived to this day in the village of Abakumtsevo (4 km from Greshnev). At first this school was located in a simple peasant hut, later in

    In 1872 a separate building was built. The poet himself and his St. Petersburg friends contributed money for the construction of this building. Nekrasov took upon himself all the costs of maintaining the school and hiring teachers.

    Perhaps none of the Russian poets turned to children's themes as often as Nekrasov.

    The work “Grandfather Mazai and the Hares” is familiar to everyone from early childhood.”

    Watching the film strip “Grandfather Mazai and the Hares.”

    Discussion of the meeting results.

    During this event, the set goals and objectives were achieved.

    The event turned out to be useful and interesting

    “I dedicated the lyre to my people...”

    I dedicated the lyre to my people.
    But I served him - and my heart is calm.
    N. Nekrasov.


    (literary game for 10th grade students)
    Target: formation of students’ ideas about the poetry of N. Nekrasov;
    Tasks:
    test students' knowledge about the poet's poems;
    develop students' creative thinking;
    Explanatory note:
    Children study the works of poets in literature lessons using a regular literature textbook: biography, works, analysis of these works. This material suggests studying the poet’s work in a game in which students guess the works from passages and repeat the poet’s biography using the proposed questions. The illustrations will help you guess the poet’s works.
    "Warm-up»
    (The presenter names one line, and the participants in the game must read by heart the entire passage that this line opens.)
    Once upon a time in the cold winter time…
    (I came out of the forest; it was severely frosty.
    I see it's going uphill
    A horse pulling a cart)


    Peasant children.
    Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous...
    (The air invigorates tired forces;
    The ice is fragile on the icy river,
    It lies like melting sugar...)


    Railway.
    It is not the wind that rages over the forest...
    (Streams did not run from the mountains -
    Moroz the voivode on patrol
    Walks around his possessions.)


    Jack Frost
    Old Mazay was chatting in the barn...
    (“In our swampy, low-lying region
    There would be five times more game,
    If only they didn't catch her with nets,
    If only they didn’t force her down...")


    Grandfather Mazai and the hares.
    (The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
    She makes me sad.)


    Uncompressed strip.
    In the winter twilight, nanny's fairy tales...
    (Sasha loved. In the morning in the sled
    Sasha sat down, flew like an arrow,
    Full of happiness, from the icy mountain.)


    Sasha.
    Oh, Volga!... my cradle!
    (Has anyone ever loved you like I do?
    Alone in the morning dawns,
    When everything in the world is still asleep
    And the scarlet shine barely glides
    On the dark blue waves,
    I ran away to my native river...)


    On the Volga.
    Good people, you lived peacefully...
    (They loved their dear daughter dearly.
    Grew wildly like a flower of the field,
    Dark Sasha in the Steppe Village.)


    Sasha.
    It's late in the winter,
    And a glorious frost...
    (On the highway
    A young guy is riding
    Reverse guy:
    He’s not in a hurry, he’s a little cowardly;
    Horses are not weak
    Yes, the road is not smooth -
    Potholes, potholes.)


    General Toptygin.
    The Green Noise is going on and on...
    (Green Noise, spring Noise!
    Playfully, disperses
    Suddenly a riding wind:
    The alder bushes will shake,
    Will raise flower dust,
    Like a cloud - everything is green:
    Both air and water!


    Green Noise.
    1. How many pseudonyms did Nekrasov have in 1844-1845? Name some of them. (Ten: Pruzhinin, Bukhalov, Ivan Borodavkin, Afanasy Pakhomenko, Stukhotnin, Nazar, Vymochkin, Nik. Nek. And others.)
    2. Which famous critic spoke about one of Nekrasov’s poems like this: “And what is Nekrasov like! There is so much sorrow and bile in his poems!” (V.G. Belinsky - regarding the poem “Motherland”.)
    3 .What was the name of the magazine founded by Pushkin and leased by Nekrasov in 1946? ("Contemporary".)
    4 Which famous Russian writer was “discovered” by Nekrasov, the editor of Sovremennik?
    5 Once Avdotya Pavlovna described to Nekrasov a scene that she had to observe: “I got up early and, going to the window, became interested in the peasants sitting on the steps of the front entrance stairs in the house where the Minister of State Property lived. It was deep autumn, the morning was cold and rainy... The doorman, sweeping the stairs, chased them away, they took cover behind the ledge of the entrance and shifted from foot to foot, huddled against the wall and getting wet in the rain.” What poem by Nekrasov “grew” from this story? (“Reflections at the Main Entrance.”)
    6. Which of the great Russian writers, speaking at Nekrasov’s funeral, carefully compared the poet with Pushkin and Lermontov in his speech, and heard loud voices in response: “Higher! Higher!" (F.M. Dostoevsky.)(Cards with the names of the heroes of the poem “Who Lives Well in Rus'” are laid out on the table. The presenter reads fragments of the poem with descriptions of various heroes to the teams in turn; the teams must find a card with the corresponding name.)
    The chest is sunken; as if pressed in
    Stomach; at the eyes, at the mouth
    Bends like cracks
    On dry ground;
    And himself to the ground - mother
    He looks like: brown neck,
    Like a layer cut off by a plow,
    Hand - tree bark,
    And the hair is sand.
    (Yakim Nagoy, man
    From the village of Bosovo.)

    With a huge gray mane,
    Tea, twenty years uncut,
    With a huge beard
    Grandfather looked like a bear
    Especially, like from the forest,
    He went out bent over.
    (Savely, Holy Russian hero.)
    Thin! Like winter hares,
    All white, white cap
    High with band
    Made from red cloth.
    Nose beak like a hawk's
    The mustache is gray, long,
    And - different eyes:
    One healthy one glows,
    And the left one is cloudy, cloudy,

    Like a tin penny!
    (Prince Utyanin (“The Last One”)
    You approach him first,
    And he will advise
    And he will make inquiries;
    Where there is enough strength, it will help out,
    Doesn't ask for gratitude
    And if you give it, he won’t take it!
    (Ermil Girin.)


    Another guy, squat,
    With a wide beard...
    (Luke, one of the seven
    Peasants - truth-seekers.)

    A dignified woman.
    Tall and tight
    About thirty-eight years old.
    Beautiful, gray hair,
    The eyes are large, strict,
    The richest eyelashes,
    Severe and dark.
    (Matryona Timofeevna, peasant woman.)
    Face thin, pale
    And the hair is thin, curly,
    With a hint of red...
    (Grisha Dobrosklonov.)
    Tall and extremely skinny;
    He's wearing a frock coat with medals
    Hanging as if on a pole.
    (Soldier from chapter "A feast for the whole world.")
    (The presenter reads Nekrasov’s lines to the teams one by one, the teams remember which works they are from)
    I dedicated Lyra to my people.
    Perhaps I will die unknown to him,
    But I served him - and with my heart
    I am calm…
    Elegy(“Let the changing fashion tell you...”
    Go into the fire for the honor of your fatherland,
    For conviction, for love...
    Go and die perfectly,
    You will not die in vain... The matter is solid,
    When blood flows underneath.
    Poet and citizen
    And here they are again, familiar places,
    Where the life of my fathers flowed -
    barren and empty
    Flowed among the feasts,
    Pointless swagger
    Dirty and petty debauchery
    tyranny...

    (“Motherland.”)
    From the jubilant, idly chattering,
    Hands stained with blood
    Lead me to the camp of the lost
    For a great cause of love!
    ("Knight for an Hour")
    Know and believe, friends: blessed
    Every storm is a young soul -
    The soul matures and grows stronger under a thunderstorm.

    ("Sasha".)
    Will bear everything - and a wide, clear
    He will pave the way for himself with his chest.
    It’s just a pity to live in this wonderful time
    Neither me nor you will have to.
    (Railway".)
    Every country comes
    Sooner or later it's time
    Where is the stupid disobedience -
    Friendly strength is needed.
    A fatal disaster will strike -
    The country will tell in an instant.
    ("Grandfather")
    Volga! Volga! Spring is full of water
    You're not flooding the fields like that,
    Like the great sorrow of the people
    Our land is overflowing...
    (“Reflections at the Front Entrance”)


    ...More to the Russian people
    No limits set:
    There is a wide path before him.
    (“Who lives well in Rus'”)
    Sow what is reasonable, good, eternal,
    Sow! A heartfelt thank you...
    Russian people…
    (“To the sowers.”)
    No matter how warm the alien sea is,
    No matter how red someone else's distance is,
    It’s not for her to fix our grief,
    Unlock Russian sadness!
    ("Silence")
    Leading: Nekrasov’s poems are very consonant with the paintings of the Itinerant artists. Here are reproductions of some paintings. Please select one poem by N. A. Nekrasov for each picture and quote the most suitable fragments of these poems.
    1."Barge Haulers" I.E. Repina


    Almost bending my head
    To feet entwined with twine,
    Shod in bast shoes, along the river
    The barge haulers crawled in a crowd...
    On the Volga
    2 “N.A. Nekrasov during the period of “The Last Songs”” by I. N. Kramskoy.
    I see everything...And early death comes,
    And life is painfully sorry.
    I am young,
    Now there are less petty worries,
    And less often does hunger knock on my door:
    Now I wish I could do something.
    But it's too late... Latest songs


    3. "Seeing off the dead man" V. G. Perova


    Savraska got stuck in half a snowdrift -
    Two pairs of frozen bast shoes
    Yes, the corner of a matting-covered coffin
    They stick out from the wretched woods.
    Jack Frost(part 1 “Death of a Peasant”)


    4. "Repair work on the railway"
    K. A. Savitsky


    We toiled under the heat, under
    cold,
    With an ever-bent back,
    Lived in dugouts, fought
    with hunger
    They were cold and wet and suffered from scurvy.

    Railway
    5 "Rye" I. I. Shishkina


    All the rye is all around, like a living steppe,
    No castles, no seas, no mountains...
    Thank you dear country,
    For your healing space!
    Silence
    6. "Green Noise" A. A. Rylova.


    There's a Green Noise going on,
    Green Noise, spring Noise!
    Green Noise(Teams are given cards; on each card there are 4 names of poems. One of them is not Nekrasov’s. You need to find it)
    1 . "V.G. Belinsky";
    “To the death of Shevchenko”;
    "Death of poet";
    “In Memory of Dobrolyubov”;
    “The Death of a Poet” - wrote M. Yu. Lermontov.
    2. “Don’t say: “He forgot to be careful!”
    “Where are you – singers of love, freedom, peace...”;
    "The Poet and the Crowd"
    "Poet and Citizen"
    “The poet and the crowd” - wrote A. S. Pushkin.
    3 . “I’m driving down a dark street at night...”
    "Do I wander along the noisy streets..."
    " On the road ";
    "Troika";
    “Am I wandering along the noisy streets...” wrote Pushkin A.S. (Cards are given. Each card contains two poetic fragments, one of which belongs to the pen of N.A. Nekrasov. It is necessary to identify Nekrasov’s lines and name the author of the second fragment.)
    1 .Under blue skies
    Magnificent carpets
    Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
    The transparent forest alone turns black,
    And the spruce turns green through the frost,
    And the river glitters under the ice.


    A. Pushkin. Winter morning
    And snow, up to the windows of the village
    Lying,
    And the cold fire of the winter sun -
    Everything, everything was real Russian,
    With the stigma of being unsociable,
    Deadly winter...


    N. Nekrasov. Peasant children
    2 .Available in autumn
    A short but wonderful time -
    The whole day is like crystal,
    And the evenings are radiant...
    F. Tyutchev“There is in the primordial autumn...”
    Late fall. The rooks have flown away
    The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
    Only one strip is not compressed...
    She makes me sad.
    N. Nekrasov. Uncompressed strip(You must choose the correct one from four answer options)
    1 .In which of N. A. Nekrasov’s works glorifies the “type of majestic Slav woman”?
    In the poem “Frost, Red Nose”;
    In the cycle “Peddlers”;
    In the poem “Russian Women”;
    In the poem “Who Lives Well in Rus'.”


    2 .Which of the characters in the poem “Who Lives Well in Rus'”
    Does N.A. Nekrasov consider him happy?
    Tsar;
    men;
    butt;
    drunk
    3. N. A. Nekrasov in the poem “Who Lives Well in Rus'”
    He introduced the type of a kind of people's lover of truth, a peasant righteous man. This…
    Grisha Dobrosklonov
    Yakim Nagoy
    Ermil Girin
    Matrena Timofeevna
    3 .Who is mentioned in the following fragment?
    Fate had in store for him
    The path is glorious, the name is loud
    People's Defender,
    Consumption and Siberia.
    About Ermil Girin;
    About Grisha Dobrosklonov
    About Yakima Nagy
    About grandfather Savelya.
    4. The poem “Who Lives Well in Rus'” reveals...
    social satire
    cheerful and cheerful humor
    folk tragedy
    political sarcasm
    5 .In which of the listed passages is the definition of Nekrasov’s muse given?
    “...The harmony of our muses and maidens is warmed with sadness...”;
    "Muse of Revenge and Sorrow"
    "My muse wakes up early..."
    “My Muse has become pale and thin...”
    6 Which Russian poet owns the words “You may not be a poet, // But you must be a citizen”?
    N. A. Nekrasov.
    K. F. Ryleev
    A.S. Pushkin
    A. And Blok.
    7 .To which of the critics of the revolutionary democratic movement are the lines below dedicated?
    You were harsh, you were in your younger years
    He knew how to subordinate passion to reason
    You taught me to live for glory, for freedom,
    But you taught me more to die.
    V.G Belinsky;
    N. A. Dobrolyubov.
    N.G. Chernyshevsky;
    D. I. Pisarev.
    8. What is the novelty of N.A.’s artistic method? Nekrasova?
    In depicting realistic pictures of life;
    in the use of poetic meters characteristic of Russian folk songs;
    in creating a typical general picture of the morals of society from random everyday scenes.
    in the use of contrast when depicting rich and poor.
    9. In which city was the monument to Nekrasov erected?
    In Moscow
    In Kyiv
    In Nemirov
    In Petersburg.

    Class hour on the topic:

    « Life and work of N.A. Nekrasova"

    Morgunova L.A.,

    Primary teacher

    Classes.

    Goals:

    1. Expand children's understanding of the great Russian poet N.A. Nekrasov.
    2. To promote the development of the emotional and sensory sphere of students.
    3. To promote citizenship, patriotism, and tolerance in schoolchildren.
    4. Equipment : slide show, exhibition of works by N.A. Nekrasov, illustrations for his works, portrait of the writer.

    PROGRESS OF THE CLASS HOUR:

    Teacher: Today we will talk about a wonderful poet, writer, his works, and read poems. You will find out who we are talking about by listening to an excerpt from the work.

    1st student: It is not the wind that rages over the forest,

    Streams did not run from the mountains,

    Moroz the voivode on patrol

    Walks around his possessions.

    Looks to see if the snowstorm is good

    The forest paths have been taken over,

    And are there any cracks, crevices,

    And is there any bare ground somewhere?

    Are the tops of the pines fluffy?

    Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?

    And are the ice floes tightly bound?

    In great and small waters?

    He walks - walks through the trees,

    Cracking on frozen water

    And the bright sun plays

    In his shaggy beard.

    The path is everywhere for the sorcerer,

    Chu! The gray-haired man comes closer.

    And suddenly he found himself above her,

    Over her head!

    Climbing up a large pine tree,

    Hitting the branches with a club

    And I’ll delete it to myself,

    Sings a boastful song.

    We learned this poem by heart in a literary reading lesson. Who wrote it? (N.A. Nekrasov) (slide1)

    Yes, this is Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov. We became acquainted with his works in literature lessons.

    The great Russian poet Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov was born in the town of Nemirov, Podolsk province (now Vinnitsa region) (slide2)At that time, in the Vinnitsa district of the Podolsk province, there was a regiment in which Nekrasov’s father, Lieutenant Alexey Sergeevich, served. This was a man who experienced a lot in his lifetime. He was not spared by the Nekrasov family weakness - the love of cards (Sergei Nekrasov, the poet’s grandfather, lost almost his entire fortune at cards). A keen and passionate man, women really liked Alexey Sergeevich Nekrasov. Elena Andreevna Zakrevskaya, a Warsaw native, the daughter of a rich man in the Kherson province, fell in love with him. The parents did not agree to marry their well-bred daughter to a poor, poorly educated army officer; the marriage took place without their consent. He wasn't happy. Turning to childhood memories, the poet always spoke of his mother as a sufferer, a victim of a rough and depraved environment. In a number of poems, especially in “The Last Songs,” in the poem “Mother” and in “A Knight for an Hour,” Nekrasov painted a bright image of the one who brightened up the unattractive environment of his childhood with her noble personality. The charm of memories of his mother was reflected in Nekrasov’s work through his extraordinary participation in the female lot. (slides 3,4,5,)

    Student 2 (Excerpt from the poem “Mother”)

    She was filled with sadness

    And yet how noisy and playful

    Three youths played around her,

    Her lips whispered thoughtfully:

    "Unfortunate ones! why were you born?

    You will go on the straight path

    And you cannot escape your fate!"

    Do not darken their fun with sadness,

    Don't cry over them, martyr mother!

    But tell them from early youth:

    There are times, there are whole centuries,

    In which there is nothing more desirable,

    More beautiful than a crown of thorns...

    Nekrasov's childhood passed on the Nekrasov family estate, in the village of Greshnevo, Yaroslavl province and district, where his father Alexey Sergeevich Nekrasov (1788-1862), having retired, moved when his son was 3 years old. A huge family (Nekrasov had 13 brothers and sisters, only three survived - two brothers and a sister), neglected affairs and a number of processes on the estate forced Nekrasov’s father to take the place of police officer. During his travels, he often took little Nikolai with him, and the arrival of a police officer in the village always marks something sad: a dead body, the collection of arrears, etc. - and thus many sad pictures of people’s grief were embedded in the boy’s sensitive soul .(slide7).

    Nekrasov grew up in close proximity to the common people and constantly communicated with peasant children (slide 8).

    Student 3 (Excerpt “Peasant Children”)

    ...Who catches leeches

    On the lava, where the uterus beats the laundry,

    Who is babysitting his sister, two-year-old Glashka,

    Who carries a bucket of kvass to reap,

    And he, tying his shirt under his throat,

    Mysteriously draws something in the sand;

    That one got stuck in a puddle, and this one with a new one:

    I wove myself a glorious wreath,

    Everything is white, yellow, lavender

    Yes, occasionally a red flower.

    Those sleep in the sun, those dance squatting.

    Here is a girl catching a horse with a basket -

    She caught it, jumped up and rode it.

    And is it her, born under the sunny heat

    And brought home from the field in an apron,

    To be afraid of your humble horse?..

    Teacher :Not far from Greshnev the Volga flowed. Together with his village friends, Nekrasov often visited the Volga bank. He spent whole days here, helping fishermen, wandering around the islands with a gun and admiring the free expanses of the great river for hours: But one day the boy was shocked by the picture that opened before his eyes: along the river bank, almost bending their heads to their feet, a crowd of exhausted barge haulers pulled with all their might a huge barge (barge). And a sad, moan-like song seemed to hang over her. He dedicated many of his poems to the Volga. (slide 9)

    Student: “On the Volga”

    Oh Volga! after many years

    I brought you greetings again.

    I'm not the same, but you're bright

    And majestic as she was.

    All around is the same distance and breadth,

    The same monastery is visible

    On the island, among the sands,

    And even the thrill of former days

    I felt in my soul,

    I heard the ringing of bells.

    Everything is the same, the same... but not

    Lost forces, lived years...

    Teacher: Despite the absence of home teachers, by the age of 10 Nekrasov had mastered reading and writing and in 1832 he entered the Yaroslavl gymnasium together with his older brother Andrei. His stay at the gymnasium did not become a significant stage in Nekrasov’s life; He never once remembered either his teachers or his comrades. Four years of study yielded little, and in the last year, 1837, Nikolai Nekrasov was not even certified in many subjects. Under the pretext of “distressed health,” Nekrasov the father took his son from the gymnasium.” At this time, Alexey Sergeevich served as a police officer, and Nikolai helped him as a clerk. The young man, almost a boy, was present “at various scenes of people’s life, at investigations, at autopsies of corpses, and sometimes at reprisals in the style of the old time.” All this made a deep impression on the child and early in the living pictures introduced him to the then, often too difficult, conditions of people's life (slide 10).

    In 1838, leaving the gymnasium, he left for St. Petersburg with a letter of recommendation for admission to the Noble Regiment - one of the best military educational institutions of that time. His father insisted on a military career, but Nekrasov did not want to serve at all. In 1838, Nekrasov decided to enter St. Petersburg University. His mother supported this dream, but his father insisted on entering the cadet corps. But the young man Nekrasov did not listen to his father; he firmly decided not to go into military service and become a “humanitarian.” (Slide 11, 12). It was not possible to enter the university - the knowledge acquired at the gymnasium turned out to be too scanty. I had to think about my daily bread. There were acquaintances who tried to help the young poet and get his poems published. Several of Nekrasov's works were published in the Son of the Fatherland magazines. “Literary additions to the “Russian Invalid” and a little later in the “Library for Reading”. But aspiring authors were paid little, or even not at all, in the belief that they should be satisfied just by seeing their name in print. A life full of hardships began. Nekrasov wandered through the St. Petersburg slums, lived in basements and attics, earned money by copying papers, drawing up all kinds of petitions and petitions for poor people. The poet said that “there were such difficult months for him that he went every day to Sennaya Square, and there, for 5 kopecks or for a piece of white bread, he wrote letters and petitions to the peasants, and in case of failure on the square, he went to the treasury to sign for illiterate and get a few kopecks for it.” At the beginning of 1875, Nekrasov became seriously ill (doctors discovered he had intestinal cancer), and soon his life turned into slow agony. It was in vain that the famous surgeon Billroth was discharged from Vienna; The painful operation led to nothing. News of the poet's fatal illness brought his popularity to the highest tension. Letters, telegrams, greetings, and addresses poured in from all over Russia. They brought great joy to the patient in his terrible torment, and his creativity filled with a new key. . (slide 13)

    Listening to a song based on Nekrasov’s poems “Korobushka”, the romance “Why are you greedily looking at the road...”

    Questions (slide 20)

    Teacher: Let's summarize at the end of the class hour, what new and interesting things did you learn today in our class hour, so that you would like to learn more about this great poet?

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    Slide captions:

    Morgunova Liliya Aleksandrovna, primary school teacher, Municipal Educational Institution Secondary School No. 7, Buturlinovka Creativity Nikolai Alekseevich a Nekrasov a Class hour in the 3rd grade.

    Childhood Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov was born on November 28 (December 10, according to the present day) 1821 in the town of Nemirov, Podolsk province. .

    Alexey Sergeevich Nekrasov belonged to an old but impoverished family. In his youth he served in the army, and after retiring, he took up farming. He was very harsh and capricious, and treated his peasants cruelly. For the slightest offense he punished with rods. He was very fond of hound hunting and cards. Father

    Elena Andreevna Zakrevskaya is a noblewoman from a wealthy family. The parents did not agree to marry their well-educated daughter to a poor, poorly educated officer. The marriage took place without their consent. Elena Andreevna suffered greatly in her marriage. All day long she sat at home alone, and her husband amused himself with hound hunting and cards. There were days when she sat at the piano all day, singing and crying about her bitter fate. Mother

    She often took part in issues related to peasants and stood up for them before her husband. But he often attacked her with his fists and beat her. Elena Andreevna was an expert in world poetry and often told her son excerpts from the works of great writers that he could understand. Little Nekrasov was passionately attached to his mother, he spent many hours with her, he trusted her with his innermost dreams. Elena Andreevna dreamed that her son would receive a good education, was the first connoisseur of her son’s early poetic experiments and in every possible way encouraged his studies in literature. Until the end of his days, Nekrasov remembered his mother with deep emotion, adoration and love.

    Love for his mother is described in many of the poet’s poems: “Motherland”, “Mother”, “Bayushki-bayu”, “Knight for an Hour”, etc. These are poems of an autobiographical nature, they describe the people of that era, their relationships, their morals and customs. Nekrasov said that it was his mother’s suffering that awakened in him a protest against the oppression of women. In his poems one can see not only pity for the woman, but also hatred for her oppressors. "Orina, mother of a soldier"

    In the fall of 1824, when little Nikolai was 3 years old, together with his father and mother, he first came to the family estate of Greshnevo (now Nekrasovo). Nekrasov spent his childhood here. Estate in Greshnev

    Next to the garden there was an old, neglected garden, surrounded by a solid fence. The boy made a loophole in the fence and during those hours when his father was not at home, he invited peasant children to come to him. Children burst into the garden and pounced on apples, pears, currants, and cherries. But as soon as the nanny shouted: “Master, master is coming!” - how they instantly disappeared. He was not allowed to be friends with the children of serfs, but Nekrasov managed to run away to his friends, with whom he went to the forest and swam in the river. He dedicated the poem “Peasant Children” to this period of his childhood.

    The Volga flowed not far from Greshnev. Together with his village friends, Nekrasov often visited the Volga bank. He spent whole days here, helping fishermen, wandering around the islands with a gun and admiring the free expanses of the great river for hours: But one day the boy was shocked by the picture that opened before his eyes: along the river bank, almost bending their heads to their feet, a crowd of exhausted barge haulers pulled with all their might a huge barge (barge). And a sad, moan-like song seemed to hang over her. Oh, bitterly, bitterly I wept, When that morning I stood on the banks of my native river, And for the first time I called it the River of slavery and melancholy!.. “Reflections at the front entrance.”

    In 1832, Nekrasov, together with his brother Andrei, entered the Yaroslavl gymnasium. His comrades loved Nekrasov for his lively and sociable character, for his erudition and ability to tell stories. Nekrasov actually read a lot, although rather randomly. Four years of study yielded little, and in the last year, 1837, Nikolai Nekrasov was not even certified in many subjects. Under the pretext of “distressed health,” Nekrasov the father took his son from the gymnasium.”

    In 1838, Nekrasov decided to enter St. Petersburg University. His mother supported this dream, but his father insisted on entering the cadet corps. But the young man Nekrasov did not listen to his father. It was not possible to enter the university - the knowledge acquired at the gymnasium turned out to be too scanty. “For exactly three years,” Nekrasov later recalled, “I felt constantly, every day, hungry. I had to eat not only poorly, not only from hand to mouth, but not every day.”

    A life full of hardships began. Nekrasov wandered through the St. Petersburg slums, lived in basements and attics, earned money by copying papers, drawing up all kinds of petitions and petitions for poor people. The poet said that “there were such difficult months for him that he went every day to Sennaya Square, and there, for 5 kopecks or for a piece of white bread, he wrote letters and petitions to the peasants, and in case of failure on the square, he went to the treasury to sign for illiterate and get a few kopecks for it.”

    At the beginning of 1875, Nekrasov became seriously ill (doctors discovered he had intestinal cancer), and soon his life turned into a slow agony. It was in vain that the famous surgeon Billroth was discharged from Vienna; The painful operation led to nothing. On the evening of December 27, 1877 (January 8, 1878, new style) Nekrasov died. On a frosty December morning, a funeral procession moved from Nekrasov’s apartment on Liteiny Prospekt towards the Novodevichy Cemetery. The coffin was carried in their arms the entire time. Petersburg has never seen anything like this before. According to eyewitnesses, over five thousand people came to say goodbye to their beloved poet.

    Works by N.A. Nekrasova.

    Poem by N.A. Nekrasov "Frost, Red Nose".

    Illustrations for the poem by N.A. Nekrasov "Railway".

    Illustration for the poem by N.A. Nekrasov "Grandfather"

    “I dedicated the lyre to my people”

    1.Where did Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov spend his childhood? 2.What character traits did the poet’s father have? 3. Describe Elena Andreevna Nekrasova. 4. In what works is the poet’s love for his mother described? 5.Which poem is this illustration for? 6. What works by N.A. Do you know Nekrasov? QUESTIONS:

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