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Mayakovsky, beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd. “Tired”, analysis of the poem by V.V.

“I'm tired of it” Vladimir Mayakovsky

Didn't stay at home.
Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet.
Again,
driven by longing for people,
I'm coming
to cinemas, taverns, cafes.

At the table.
Shine.
Hope shines on a foolish heart.
What if in a week
the Russian has changed so much,
that I will burn his cheeks with the fires of his lips.

I carefully raise my eyes,
I'm rummaging through the pile of jackets.
"Back,
back-to-back,
back!"
Fear screams from the heart.
Tossing around his face, hopeless and boring.

I don't listen.
I see
a little to the right,
unknown either on land or in the depths of the waters,
diligently working on a calf's leg
a most mysterious creature.

You look and don’t know whether he’s eating or not.
You look and don’t know whether he’s breathing or not.
Two arshins of faceless pinkish dough!
at least the mark was embroidered in the corner.

Only swaying falling on the shoulders
soft folds of glossy cheeks.
Heart in a frenzy
vomits and rushes.
“Get back!
What else?

I look to the left.
His mouth gaped.
I turned to the first one, and everything became different:
for the one who sees the second image
first -
resurrected Leonardo da Vinci.

No people.
You see
the cry of a thousand days of torment?
The soul does not want to go dumb,
and tell whom?

I'll throw myself on the ground
stone bark
I bleed my face, washing the asphalt with tears.
With lips yearning for caresses
I'll cover you with a thousand kisses
smart face of the tram.

I'll go home.
I'll stick to the wallpaper.
Where is the rose more tender and tea-like?
Want -
you
pockmarked
Will I read “Simple as a Moo”?

For history

When everyone is settled in heaven and hell,
the earth will be summed up -
remember:
in 1916
Beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd.

Analysis of Mayakovsky's poem "Tired"

The theme of loneliness can be seen very clearly in the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky, who considered himself a genius and at the same time was convinced that his work was inaccessible to the understanding of others. However, the poet was looking not so much for comrades-in-arms, but for people who would sympathize with him and show the most ordinary human attention. In a crowd of thousands, Mayakovsky could feel restless and useless to anyone. He carried this feeling with him throughout his life, regretting that there was not a single person in the whole world who could accept the poet for who he is.

Living alone and at the same time being a public person is quite difficult. Mayakovsky tried to express this contradictory feeling in the poem “Tired,” written in 1916. The author, in need of moral support and encouragement, “driven by longing for people,” goes on another walk around the city, choosing places with the greatest concentration of people. He is looking for those who could become spiritually close to him, each time catching himself thinking that “hope shines on a foolish heart.” It should be taken into account that by the time the poem “Tired” was written, society was already so saturated with revolutionary ideas that almost all boundaries between classes were erased. And by appearance it is difficult to determine who is in front of you - yesterday’s peasant, who became rich in the wheat trade, or an impoverished aristocrat, drunk and degenerate. Therefore, when he sees a diverse crowd in a restaurant, the poet “fear screams from his heart. Tossing around his face, hopeless and boring.” Mayakovsky's gaze picks out individual people, whose faces represent “two arshins of faceless pinkish dough.” It is difficult for a poet to penetrate under this mask of indifference and indifference with which those around him cover their true feelings. Therefore, the author bitterly declares: “There are no people,” and the realization of this shocks Mayakovsky so much that he is ready to bleed his face on the pavement, “washing the asphalt with tears” and seek sympathy from a passing tram, which, unlike people, “smart face”, as well as at the wallpaper with delicate tea roses that cover the walls of his room.

The poet has no complaints about the imperfect world, which is so unfair to those who need love and care. However, the author makes a disappointing diagnosis for society, claiming that “in 1916, beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd.” Moreover, we are not talking about appearance, but about spiritual qualities for which Russians were famous for their responsiveness, tolerance, sensitivity and natural kindness.

The twentieth century in Russia was a time of two world wars, three revolutions, a Civil War, a number of victories that influenced world history, and almost a smaller number of tragedies that brought untold suffering to the people. However, our country has endured all these trials, largely thanks to the spiritual culture that has been formed for centuries in the depths of the people and is embodied in national folklore, Orthodoxy, Russian philosophy, literature, music, and painting.

The Golden Age of Russian literature was in the distant past, and at the beginning of the twentieth century it was replaced by the Silver Age. The specificity of this period can be considered the active interaction of different arts, however futurism, to which the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky belongs, laid claim to the birth of super art capable of transforming the world. New art required new ways of expression. The main method was shocking. These are biting names, harsh assessments, and incentives to action.

But the main thing is that futurism aimed at changing the language. Futurists did not stand on ceremony with the word: it was objectified, it could be crushed, altered, new combinations could be created from these fragmented, destroyed words. Some futurists went headlong into this experiment, but not Vladimir Mayakovsky. Having created a fundamentally new tonic verse, he did not abandon the true meaning of the word. Therefore, his poems are full of vivid images, unusual means, but most of all - ideas.

In 1916, when Russia was in a state of unfinished war, Mayakovsky writes poem "Tired". Judging by the title and date of writing, the work must clearly be related to the war. What can get boring during war? Death of people, injuries, hunger, devastation... However, the first lines of the poem unexpectedly turn the reader to the names of the great classics: "Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet". Obviously, having read the imperishable works of these poets, the hero, “driven by longing for people”, goes to cinemas, taverns, cafes. But is it possible to find a person in these places? Hoping to still see him, the lyrical hero looks around, although “fear screams from the heart” And “darting around the face, hopeless and boring”.

...unknown either on land or in the depths of the waters,
diligently working on a calf's leg
a most mysterious creature.

In the process of endlessly absorbing food (this is at a time when millions of soldiers at the front were starving), this creature turns into “two arshins of faceless pink dough”. The worst thing is that everything around is simply teeming with similar specimens, and this leads the hero to a disappointing conclusion: "No people". Perhaps this phrase can be considered main idea poems. But the hero goes further in his reasoning. In despair from a feeling of loneliness, in longing for humanity and beauty, the hero turns to the entire city. He is ready not only to throw himself on the ground, bleeding his face "bark of stone" “washing the asphalt with tears”. The hero wants to escape from this crowd, where they don’t understand "the cry of a thousand days of torment".

Seen at a table in a cafe "image" It is difficult to call a person who should be endowed with reason, and not with an eternal desire to fill his womb. And then, in an effort to find at least some living soul “lips weary of caresses” the hero is ready "a thousand kisses" cover by "smart tram face".

He finds salvation in the house, because, as you know, my home is my fortress:

I'll go home.
I'll stick to the wallpaper.

There, even the tea rose on the wallpaper of the room seems to be a more suitable listener and interlocutor than the humanoid creatures he saw, and to her, and not to them, he is ready to read his poems.

As a kind of output, it publishes the final lines, which is called "for history":

When everyone is settled in heaven and hell,
the earth will be summed up -
remember:
in 1916
Beautiful people disappeared from Petrograd.

It is sad to realize that in the most difficult years of severe trials, the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky did not find people around who were beautiful, first of all, with souls. And then the title of the poem becomes completely clear: "tired" calling for conscience, tired of knocking on an open door, tired of looking for real people!

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In 1916, the territory of Russia was subjected to bloodshed like never before; I would be in a war with the Entente. At this time, the poet Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky writes his creation - the poem “I’m tired of it.” Judging by the title and looking at the year the poem was written, we can say with confidence that the work absorbed what was happening during the war. After all, something gets boring during tyranny, murder and famine. With the first lines of the verse, the poet turns the reader to the names of the classics: “Annensky, Tyutchev, Fet.” The hero, clearly familiar with the works of these writers, “led by longing for people,” goes to “cinemas, taverns, and cafes.” Trying to find a person there, our hero looks around, but “fear screams from the heart.” Still, hearing the voice of fear, our hero sees: “a most mysterious creature.” Observing the endless eating of food, at the moment when the front-line soldiers were starving, the creature transforms into “two arshins of faceless pink dough.” But the fear is that there are simply a lot of people like them around, which forces our hero to come to the difficult conclusion: “There are no people.” This phrase could be considered the main one in this poem, but the hero does not stop there, addressing the entire city, experiencing loneliness and longing for people. He is ready for a lot, abrading his face “with a lash of stone, washing the asphalt with tears.” He awakens to an insatiable desire to escape from all those who cannot understand the “cry of a thousand days of torment.”

Having seen the “image” at a table in a cafe, it’s hard to call it a person whose priority should be reason and not the desire to eat, filling his stomach. And after this, striving for at least someone alive, “tiring of the caress of his lips,” our hero intends to “cover the face of the tram with a thousand kisses.” And only in his house does the hero find salvation, where the same tea rose, depicted on the wallpaper, seems to him to be a better listener than the creatures that he saw, and that he is ready to read out his creations to her.

For the writer Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky, the blow was that in difficult times he did not meet people with beautiful souls. After all, a sensitive conscience, the beauty of the soul and a warm heart have always been present in Russian people. And now the meaning of the title “I’m tired” is clear - a verse where I’m tired of appealing to my conscience, knocking on an open door.

The Golden Age of Russian literature was in the distant past, and at the beginning of the twentieth century it was replaced by the Silver Age. The specificity of this period can be considered the active interaction of different arts, however futurism, which includes the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky, laid claim to the birth of super art capable of transforming the world. New art required new ways of expression. The main method was shocking. These are biting names, harsh assessments, and incentives to action.