"Houses of Old Moscow": a dedication to a cute antiquity

Creativity M. Tsvetaeva is difficult to fit into certain limits of literary trends. She is always alone, standing apart. Very characteristic for the poetess is the conflict between life and being. An excellent example is her early poem "Houses of Old Moscow". She predicted the emergence of a new unrecognizable Moscow, which dared everything that reminded her of her historical past, and, most importantly, about the people who lived and loved her.

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The poet does not belong to his time, even when he creates specific and clear images, concretizing the situation. It dissolves in the rapidly current time of other worlds. The flow of elusive, flexible rhythms is the main features of the poet's poetry. The visual images are not its main force, although in the poem "Houses of Old Moscow" we quite accurately see them: wooden, with columns, with peeling whitewashed, with shabby chairs inside, with card tables, with a bureau where letters are stored on yellowed paper. And the picture of V. Polenov "Grandma's Garden" is recalled.

The poems of M. Tsvetaeva are born as if spontaneously, obeying the laws of speech, and not melodic, and she arbitrarily breaks them into stanzas. The poet herself wrote in her diaries that behind everything she saw the secret, the real essence of things. Therefore, it transformed the real world in accordance with the higher harmonies, which are subordinate to the divine providence and are intended for the elect. In Russian poetry, one can no longer find a poet with such a sharp, very special perception of reality. The world around M. Tsvetaeva unites the material, earthly and spiritual, ideal, heavenly. Her every day fits into a later life, and life itself falls into eternity. The romanticism of her worldview rises to the heights of realism.

Her poetic speech was innovative. In the words of M. Tsvetaeva, her restless spirit is heard, which seeks the truth, the ultimate truth. The tension of feelings and the uniqueness of the talent of M. Tsvetaeva, a man of incredibly difficult fate, found their worthy place in Russian poetry.

Elegical mood

The poem "Houses of Old Moscow" was written in 1911. The poet was only nineteen years old, but how accurate and true, with what force of lyrical sadness she described forever going the era of the 1870s. In the "Houses" concentrated elegy of anguish over the past forever, past already lost. She admires the remaining colors of noble culture. "Houses of old Moscow" Tsvetaeva painted aesthetics of antiquity. The bitterness of their decline is heard in every stanza. She saw in them a real face full of languid and quiet charms of Moscow, opposing the new heavy progressing progress in the form of heavy six-story freaks, which began to flood the space of the city. In the elegiac poem "Houses of Old Moscow" read the epitaph of the dear old woman's heart. "Where," she asks, "are painted ceilings, mirrors to the ceilings?" Why do not we hear the harpsichord chords, do not see the heavy dark curtains in the colors? Where did the oval portraits disappear in the gilded frames, from which adorable ladies in wigs and prominent brave men in army uniforms or with standing collars in uniform looked at the spot? Where are the carved cast-iron gates, which seemed to stand for centuries, where their eternal decoration is the lion's muzzle? This is the theme of "Houses".

Poetic trails

The poem "Houses of Old Moscow" consists of six quatrains, written by a dactyl. The epithet "languid" is repeated twice, making the heart ache. Other epithets - "centuries-old gate", "wooden fence", "painted ceilings" - tell us about the former greatness of our ancient times, which has not lost its beauty and attractiveness. The disappearance of these houses is metaphorically transmitted. They disappear like ice palaces, instantly, by the wave of an evil magic wand. The loving heart of the poetess gently refers to this world, using diminutive suffixes: not at home, but houses, not alleys, but alleys. Parallelisms begin and end a poem.

Instead of concluding

From a young age, the poet sought to express her emotional feelings. She was far from all stereotypes. M. Tsvetaeva has left in our poetry an extraordinary and peculiar trace, which does not fit into the historical boundaries of time.