Analysis: Bunin, "Homeland." Sad and beautiful

It is not easy to talk about the works of IA Bunin, because in comparison with him you feel completely tongue-tied. At the age of 21, a novice poet, who did not have personally profound topics, writes an amazing poem. His analysis - Bunin, "Homeland" - the subject of this article. Five years later, the poet will create an amazing and recognizablely accurate landscape, which he calls "Motherland" (1896). We will also pay attention to the analysis of this work.

Mocking stupid children

In "Homeland" in only 12 lines, the poet does not disclose either his potential, his distinct individuality, or his stunning chased verse. He has not yet gained experience, although he has already printed since 17 years. In the spirit of the times he tries to portray social evil. His homeland is simple, wretched and black. Above her sneer. Who! Her children. If you think about and analyze (Bunin, "Motherland"), then the motive is not new. There is no freshness in it, the secondary nature and rehash of the motives of democratically-minded poets, writers and artists are felt.

Beggarly peasant woman

Such a country appears in all lines. So you see it, as in the paintings of the Wanderers or in the unforgettable poem by A. Blok "To Shamelessly Shame ...", written much later. She is timid, hammered, in a heavy sweatshirt, tied up with a rope, in a checkered warm kerchief, herself embarrassed, - this is Russia, if you analyze. Bunin motherland shows her calm and cheeky, well-fed son, whose cheeks glisten and bulge his belly. He is ashamed of her in front of her all the happy city friends, who picked up the heights of culture, but there is no depth in them. The analysis is sad. Bunin does not attach homeliness to the native land. He uses here the reception of an allegory and an open mockery of her so-called children, unworthy of her spiritual beauty and power.

Final - what the homeland-mother receives

A smile of compassion - after all, she wandered (she did not go, as she was a beggar) hundreds of miles to meet her blood, she saved it to give him the last penny. And the date itself, judging by everything, will pass quickly and briefly: she does not need such a son. This is what the semantic analysis says. Bunin sympathizes with the motherland, but what can he do if there is a stupid savagery and greed. This, of course, is not an epigram, but a satirical portrait is present here.

The main idea of the author

For the children of this homeland, it is required in splendor and majesty, in shabby kind - it is not needed. We continue the analysis of the verse "Homeland". Bunin, using the personification, showing a simple Russian woman in the image of the Motherland, is trying to open her unattainable spiritual superiority over the rich and rushing to more money children. Who are these children? Former peasants, turned into small and greedy shopkeepers, who have nothing sacred. The poem is written in classical iambic form. The village and the provincial backwoods with the city here Bunin ("Homeland"). The analysis of the poem speaks only of the complete hopelessness and hopelessness of the situation. About the impasse.

Five years later

Now we see another Bunin, who lyrically revealed the beauty of his country. This is the poem "Motherland". It is even shorter, but much more significant.

An analysis of the poem "Motherland" by Ivan Bunin

"Homeland" is a miniature sketch of a winter evening. In the poem of the eight lines written by the iamb, there are only two verbs. Gloomily and for a long time the winter day fades. The landscape is not pleasant. The sky is deadly leaden. Wherever you look - around the unspoilt pine forests, to the villages - far away. The second part visibly complements the first. It seems that the landscape is painted on canvas. It is so expressive as the calm and desert nature. The gloomy snowy distance and the snow-covered desert are covered and sadly softened not even by white, but by milky-blue fog. I. Bunin is extremely precise in the definitions, and therefore the picture of an immense country looms (the pine forests can not see the end, the villages - no one knows where). In the winter evening, the landscape is filled with half-tones. The homeland appears before the reader in all its sad and meek beauty. We are accustomed to her such, often not bright and discreet, but taking a soul for the living, sometimes fabulously beautiful in all its manifestations, even in such sadly hopeless and sad. The poet showed his beloved village homeland, gloomy, twilight, dim, framed by pine forests, the end and edges of which are not visible.