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The name of Nikolai Zabolotsky is associated with the realistic tradition in literature, which was developed by poets who are members of the Real Art Associations group. Years of work were devoted to Detgiz, a publishing house that produces works for children, and Zabolotsky, in addition, had a pedagogical education. That is why many of his poems can be addressed and perfectly understood by children and adolescents, while they do not contain boring didacticism and answer the first philosophical questions that concern young readers.
The poem "About beauty human faces"appeared at the end of the writing activity of Nikolai Zabolotsky - in 1955. There was a period of "thaw", Zabolotsky experienced a creative upsurge. Many of the lines that are on everyone's lips were born precisely at this time - "Ugly girl", "Do not let your soul be lazy", many are united by a common problem.
The main theme of the poem
The main theme of the poem is the idea that life path, character traits, habits and inclinations - all this is literally written on a person's face. The face does not deceive, and tells everything to a person who is able to think and analyze logically, making up not only an external, but also an internal portrait. The ability to make such portraits, reading the fate of the interlocutor, like a book, is called physiognomy. So, for an observant physiognomist, one person will appear pretentiously beautiful, but empty inside, another may turn out to be modest, but contain the whole world. People are also like buildings, because each person “builds” his life, and each one turns out differently - either a luxurious castle or a dilapidated shack. The windows in the buildings we have built are our eyes to read inner life- our thoughts, intentions, dreams, our intellect.
Zabolotsky and draws these several images-buildings, resorting to detailed metaphors:
It is quite clear that the author himself likes such discoveries - when a real treasure of positive human qualities and talents is found in a "little hut". Such a "hut" can be opened again and again, and it will delight with its versatility. Such a "hut" is outwardly inconspicuous, but an experienced person who can read faces may be lucky enough to meet such a person.
The author resorts to the methods of extended metaphor and antithesis (“portals” are opposed to “miserable shacks”, arrogant “towers” to small but cozy “huts”). Greatness and earthiness, talent and emptiness, warm light and cold darkness are opposed.
Structural analysis of the poem
Among stylistic means artistic depiction, chosen by the author, one can also note the anaphora (the single line of the lines “There is ..” and “Where ...”). With the help of anaphora, the disclosure of images is organized according to a single scheme.
Compositionally, the poem contains growing emotionality, turning into triumph (“Truly, the world is both great and wonderful!”). The author's position in the finale is expressed by the enthusiastic realization that there are many great and wonderful people in the world. You just need to find them.
The poem is written in the size of a four-foot amphibrach, contains 4 quatrains. The rhyme is parallel, feminine, mostly exact.
The subject matter of N.A. Zabolotsky is diverse. It can be called philosophical poet and the singer of nature. It has many faces, like life. But the main thing is the poems of N.A. Zabolotsky is forced to think about good and evil, hatred and love, beauty...
…what is beauty
And why do people deify her?
She is a vessel in which there is emptiness,
Or fire flickering in a vessel?
The eternal question that sounds in "The Ugly Girl" is illuminated in a slightly different way in the poem "On the Beauty of Human Faces", which was written in the same year one thousand nine hundred and fifty-five.
“Truly the world is both great and wonderful!” - with these words, the poet completes the image of the gallery of human portraits. ON THE. Zabolotsky does not talk about people, he draws faces, behind which - character, behavior. The descriptions given by the author are remarkably accurate. Everyone can see in them their own reflection or characteristics of friends and relatives. Before us are faces “like magnificent portals”, “likeness of miserable shacks”, “dead faces”, faces “like towers”, “likeness of jubilant songs”. This picture once again confirms the theme of the diversity of the world. But questions immediately arise: “Are they all beautiful? And what is true beauty?
ON THE. Zabolotsky gives answers. For him, there is almost no difference between faces, like a miserable shack or a magnificent portal. These
…cold, dead faces
Closed with bars, like a dungeon.
alien to him and
... towers in which for a long time
Nobody lives and looks out the window.
There is no life in these faces; it is not without reason that epithets with a negative connotation (“pathetic”, “cold, dead”) are an important characteristic here.
The tone of the poem changes when the author paints the opposite picture:
But I once knew a small hut,
She was unsightly, not rich,
But from her window on me
The breath flowed spring day.
Movement, warmth, and joy come to the work with these lines.
Thus, the poem is built on opposition (magnificent portals - miserable shacks, towers - a small hut, a dungeon - the sun). The antithesis separates greatness and baseness, light and darkness, talent and mediocrity.
The author claims that inner beauty, “like the sun”, can make even the “small hut” attractive. Thanks to her, a “song of heavenly heights” is compiled, capable of making the world wonderful and great. The word “likeness” and its cognates “similar”, “likeness” run through the entire poem as a refrain. With the help of them, the theme of true and false beauty is revealed most fully. This cannot be real, it is only an imitation, a fake that cannot replace the original.
An important function in the first four lines is performed by the anaphora ("There is ..", "Where ..."), which helps to reveal the images according to a single scheme: complex sentences with subordinate clauses:
There are faces like magnificent portals
Where everywhere the great is seen in the small.
There are faces - the likeness of miserable shacks,
Where the liver is cooked and the abomasum gets wet.
In the next four lines, a special role is given to comparisons (“like a dungeon”, “like towers”), creating a gloomy picture of external greatness that cannot replace internal harmony.
The emotional mood completely changes in the next eight lines. This is largely due to the diversity means of expression: personification ("breath of a spring day"), epithets ("rejoicing", "shining"), comparison ("like the sun"), metaphor ("song of heavenly heights). Here a lyrical hero appears, who immediately from the kaleidoscope of faces highlights the main thing, truly beautiful, capable of bringing the purity and freshness of the “spring day” into the lives of others, illuminating “like the sun”, and compose a song of “heavenly heights”.
So what is beauty? I look at the portrait of a serious, no longer young man. Tired look, high forehead, pursed lips, wrinkles at the corners of the mouth. “Ugly…” - I would probably say so if I didn’t know that N.A. was in front of me. Zabolotsky. But I know and am sure: a person who wrote such amazing poems cannot be ugly. It's not about appearance, it's just a "vessel". Important is the "fire flickering in the vessel."
The poem "On the beauty of human faces" was written by Zabolotsky in 1955 and published for the first time in the magazine " New world» for 1956, in No. 6.
In the last years of his life, Zabolotsky was extremely suspicious. He was afraid that he would be arrested again, he was afraid of the betrayal of his friends. It is not surprising that the poet peered into the faces of people, reading their souls from them and trying to find sincere ones.
Genre of the poem
The poem belongs to the genre of philosophical lyrics. The problem of true, spiritual beauty worried Zabolotsky during this period of time. She, for example, is dedicated to one of the most famous poems poet - the textbook "Ugly Girl".
In 1954, the writer experienced his first heart attack and faced the insincerity and hypocrisy of his loved ones. Last years In life, he greatly appreciated everything real, true, including beauty.
Theme, main idea and composition
The philosophical theme is stated in the title of the poem.
The main idea: the beauty of human faces lies not in external features, but in the soul, reflected in the look, in the expression.
The poem consists of four stanzas. The first two describe four types of unpleasant faces. In the third stanza, a face appears that gives joy. The last stanza is a generalization: the lyrical hero is delighted with the grandeur and harmony of the universe, in which there are faces of divine, heavenly beauty, reflecting the divine nature of man.
Paths and images
The main trope of the poem is a comparison formed using the words “likeness” (2 times), “like” and “like” (1 time each).
The first type of faces are "like magnificent portals." With the help of antonyms in the second line, the lyrical hero reveals the "mystery" of these faces: "The great is seen in the small." The impersonal verb "stranges" immediately betrays the "secret" of such a Significant Person (Gogol's parallel suggests itself), which consists in the fact that in fact there is no secret, there is only pompous impudence. The “beauty” of such faces is external, hypocritical.
Another type of person is ugly even outwardly. They are like miserable shacks, but inside they are disgusting, filled with stench and dirt, offal (metaphor "the liver is boiled and the abomasum gets wet").
The second quatrain is entirely dedicated to dead faces and dead souls. Here is the third type of person: their lyrical hero characterizes them with the epithets "cold, dead". They are compared to the closed bars of a dungeon. These are the faces of indifferent people. But there are souls that are “even deader” (and here Gogol’s artistic logic is again traced), and this is the fourth type: abandoned towers (a fresh metaphor) of a once mighty fortress built for centuries, now, alas, meaningless and uninhabited. No one has been looking into the windows of these towers (a metaphorical image of human eyes) for a long time, because “no one lives” in the towers - and who could live there? Of course, the soul. This means that the spiritual life of a person, physically still alive, has long ceased, and his face involuntarily betrays this death of the soul.
The development of the metaphor of windows (in the meaning of eyes), but already in a positive sense, we see in the third stanza, which describes the face of a person who remains alive not only in body, but also in soul. Such a person does not build fortresses with impregnable towers with his face, there is no ostentatious greatness in his face, his “hut” is “unsightly” and “not rich”, but the context of the entire poem gives these seemingly purely negative epithets the opposite - positive - meaning, and the metaphor “breath of a spring day”, which “flows” from the window of the hut, completes the image of a delightful, spiritualized face.
Finally, the fourth stanza begins with a line of faith and hope of the lyrical hero: “Truly, the world is both great and wonderful!” Both epithets in this context shimmer with all shades of their meanings. These are not only evaluative epithets: "great" in the sense of greatness and "wonderful" in the sense of "beautiful". But this is the belief that the world is so huge (“large” in the sense of size) and durable that the dull reality surrounding the lyrical hero is, as it were, a very special case caused by the current sad circumstances. Truly human faces are a miracle (and in this sense "wonderful"), they similar songs, made of notes, each of which shines, like a sun(two comparisons strung on top of each other).
Size and rhyme
The poem is written in four-foot amphibrach, the rhyme is adjacent, female rhymes alternate with male ones.
The subject matter of N.A. Zabolotsky is diverse. He can be called a philosophical poet and singer of nature. It has many faces, like life. But the main thing is the verses of N.A. Zabolotsky is forced to think about good and evil, hatred and love, beauty...
What is beauty
And why do people deify her?
She is a vessel in which there is emptiness,
Or fire flickering in a vessel?
The eternal question that sounds in "The Ugly Girl" is illuminated in a slightly different way in the poem "On the Beauty of Human Faces", which was written in the same year one thousand nine hundred and fifty-five.
“Truly the world is both great and wonderful!” - with these words, the poet completes the image of the gallery of human portraits. ON THE. Zabolotsky does not talk about people, he draws faces, for which character, behavior. The descriptions given by the author are remarkably accurate. Everyone can see in them their own reflection or characteristics of friends and relatives. Before us are faces “like magnificent portals”, “likeness of miserable shacks”, “dead faces”, faces “like towers”, “likeness of jubilant songs”. This picture once again confirms the theme of the diversity of the world. But questions immediately arise: “Are they all beautiful? And what is true beauty?
ON THE. Zabolotsky gives answers. For him, there is almost no difference between faces, like a miserable shack or a magnificent portal. These "...cold, dead faces Are covered with bars, like a dungeon." alien to him and
Towers in which for a long time
Nobody lives and looks out the window.
There is no life in these faces; it is not without reason that epithets with a negative connotation (“pathetic”, “cold, dead”) are an important characteristic here.
The tone of the poem changes when the author paints the opposite picture:
But I once knew a small hut,
She was unsightly, not rich,
But from her window on me
The breath of a spring day flowed.
Movement, warmth, and joy come to the work with these lines.
Thus, the poem is built on opposition (magnificent portals - miserable shacks, towers - a small hut, a dungeon - the sun). The antithesis separates greatness and baseness, light and darkness, talent and mediocrity.
The author claims that inner beauty, “like the sun”, can make even the “small hut” attractive. Thanks to her, a “song of heavenly heights” is compiled, capable of making the world wonderful and great. Through the entire poem, the word “likeness” and its cognates “similar”, “likeness” run like a refrain. With the help of them, the theme of true and false beauty is revealed most fully. This cannot be real, it is only an imitation, a fake that cannot replace the original.
An important function in the first four lines is performed by the anaphora (“There is ...”, “Where ...”), which helps to reveal the images according to a single scheme: complex sentences with subordinate clauses:
There are faces like magnificent portals
Where everywhere the great is seen in the small.
There are faces - the likeness of miserable shacks,
Where the liver is cooked and the abomasum gets wet.
In the next four lines, a special role is given to comparisons (“like a dungeon”, “like towers”), creating a gloomy picture of external greatness that cannot replace internal harmony.
The emotional mood completely changes in the next eight lines. This is largely due to the variety of expressive means: personification (“breath of a spring day”), epithets (“rejoicing”, “shining”), comparison (“like the sun”), metaphor (“song of heavenly heights”). Here a lyrical hero appears, who immediately from the kaleidoscope of faces highlights the main thing, truly beautiful, capable of bringing the purity and freshness of the “spring day” into the lives of others, illuminating “like the sun”, and compose a song of “heavenly heights”.
So what is beauty? I look at the portrait of a serious, no longer young man. Tired look, high forehead, pursed lips, wrinkles at the corners of the mouth. “Ugly...” - I would probably say so if I didn’t know that N.A. was in front of me. Zabolotsky. But I know and am sure: a person who wrote such amazing poems cannot be ugly. It's not about appearance, it's just a "vessel". Important is the "fire flickering in the vessel."
"On the beauty of human faces"
Russia has long been famous for its poets, true masters of the word. The names of Pushkin, Lermontov, Tyutchev, Fet, Yesenin and other equally talented people are known throughout the world. One of the masters of the word, who lived in the twentieth century, was the poet N. A. Zabolotsky. His work is multifaceted, like life. Unusual images, the magical melody of the verse is what attracts us to his poetry. Zabolotsky passed away quite young, in his prime creative forces, but left a magnificent legacy to posterity. The subject of his work is very diverse.
In the poem "On the beauty of human faces" II.L. Zabolotsky acts as a master psychological portrait. Various human faces described by him in this work correspond to different types characters. Through the external mood and emotional expression of N.A. Zabolotsky seeks to look into the soul of a person, to see his inner essence. The poet compares faces with houses: some are magnificent portals, others are miserable shacks. The reception of contrast helps the author to more clearly outline the differences between people. Some are sublime and purposeful, filled with life plans, others are miserable and miserable, while others generally look aloof: everything is in themselves, closed to others.
Among the many different faces-houses of N.A. Zabolotsky finds one unsightly, poor hut. But "the breath of a spring day" flows from her window.
The poem ends with an optimistic finale: “There are faces - likenesses of jubilant songs. From these notes, like the sun shining, the song of heavenly heights is composed.
ON THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN FACES
There are faces like magnificent portals
Where everywhere the great is seen in the small.
There are faces - the likeness of miserable shacks,
Where the liver is cooked and the abomasum gets wet.
Other cold, dead faces
Closed with bars, like a dungeon.
Others are like towers in which
Nobody lives and looks out the window.
But I once knew a small hut,
She was unsightly, not rich,
But from her window on me
The breath of a spring day flowed.
Truly the world is both great and wonderful!
There are faces - the likeness of jubilant songs.
From these, like the sun, shining notes
Compiled a song of heavenly heights.
Read by Igor Kvasha
