Goals and objectives:

1. Teach empathy and kindness towards nature.
2. Form an idea of ​​the poem.
3. To form a reading culture among schoolchildren (author’s surname, title).
4. Learn to identify the genre and theme of a work.

Educational material: poem by A. Blok “Bunny”.

Equipment:

• SMART Notebook interactive whiteboard;
• envelopes with colored chips;
• the text of A. Blok's poem for each student;
• cover modeling paper;
• disc with recordings of musical works (Robert Schumann “The First Loss”, E.N. Tilicheva “Polka”);
• record player.

During the classes

I. Organizational moment.

Ready for the lesson.

II. Introductory part.

Page No. 1 is open on the interactive whiteboard (Figure 1).

Picture 1

Teacher addressing students:

Read the title of the topic of our lesson.

What is your task at this stage of the lesson?

(Children's answers.)

The teacher reads A. Blok’s poem “Bunny.” Page No. 2 is open on the interactive board (Figure 2).

Figure 2

Little bunny
On a damp hollow
Before my eyes were amused
White flowers...

We burst into tears in the fall
Thin blades of grass
The paws are coming
On yellow leaves.

Gloomy, rainy
Autumn has come,
All the cabbage was removed
Nothing to steal...

Poor bunny is jumping
Near the wet pines,
It's scary to be in the clutches of a wolf
Gray to get...

Thinks about summer
flattens his ears,
Looks sideways at the sky -
Can't see the sky...

If only it were warmer
If only it were drier
Very unpleasant
Walk on water.

The teacher addresses the students:

What feeling did the piece evoke?

(Children's answers.)

III. Cover modeling.

Page No. 3 is open on the interactive whiteboard (Figure 3).

Figure 3

Students work on the interactive whiteboard, moving words and icons to model the cover. The rest of the students work at their workplaces.

What genre does this work belong to? (Poem.)

Explain your opinion.

Determine the theme of the work. (About animals.)

Find it on the board and name it.

What animal is this poem talking about?

What would you call this poem?

(Children's answers.)

The teacher reveals the title of the poem on the board: "Bunny".

IV. A physical exercise for the eyes.

(Children are sitting.)

V. Work with words and the content of the work.

Page No. 4 is open on the interactive whiteboard (Figure 4).

Figure 4

The teacher reads A. Blok’s poem “Bunny” again.

Read the words on our “magic” board: hollows, teshili.

Explain the meaning of the words.

(Children's answers.)

What season did summer change to? (On the magnetic board: AUTUMN.)

What changes in nature occurred with the onset of autumn?

Explain the meaning of the words from the “magic” board: burst into tears, blades of grass, gloomy.

What has the life of a bunny become with the arrival of autumn?

Explain the meaning of the words from the “magic” board: askance, step.

What does the bunny dream about?

(Children's answers.)

VI. Antonym selection task.

Working with signs on a magnetic board.

On a magnetic board, students select words for the signs: SUMMER, AUTUMN.

VII. Physical education moment.

The teacher invites students to show the movements and mood of the bunny in summer and autumn.

VIII. "Mood scale".

Work in pairs. The teacher invites students to take out colored chips from envelopes and divide them into two groups depending on what colors they use to write the words “SUMMER” and “AUTUMN”.

Explain why you completed the task the way you did.

(Children's answers.)

IX. Selection of a piece of music:

The teacher asks students to listen to two pieces of music.

What melody would you choose for A. Blok’s poem?

(Children's answers.)

Explain your choice.

(Children's answers.)

X. Lesson summary.

1. What touched you in the lesson?
2. What do you remember?
3. What would the hero of our poem tell you?

Page No. 5 is open on the interactive whiteboard (Figure 5).

Figure 5

(Children's answers.)

XI. Homework(optional).

For the excerpt of A. Blok’s poem “Bunny”, which each student received, they are asked to draw an illustration at home.

Little bunny
On a damp hollow
Before my eyes were amused
White flowers...

We burst into tears in the fall
Thin blades of grass
The paws are coming
On yellow leaves.

Gloomy, rainy
Autumn has come,
All the cabbage was removed
Nothing to steal.

Poor bunny is jumping
Near the wet pines,
It's scary to be in the clutches of a wolf
Gray to get...

Thinks about summer
flattens his ears,
Looks sideways at the sky -
Can't see the sky...

If only it were warmer
If only it were drier...
Very unpleasant
Walk on water!

Analysis of the poem “Bunny” by Blok

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok is an outstanding representative of the symbolism of the Silver Age of Russian poetry. However, there is a theme in his work that allows us to appreciate him also as a children's poet. An example of such lyrics is the poem “Bunny”.

The poem was written in 1906. This is the heyday of A. Blok’s literary talent, he is 26 years old, he is the author. The poet decides to test himself in a children's theme and proposes a cycle about the seasons “All Year Round” for the children's magazine “Tropinka”. It is “Bunny” that illustrates autumn in it.

The genre is a lyrical figurative poem about nature for children, consisting of 6 stanzas with free rhyme. The composition is divided into 2 parts, interspersed with each other: the bunny’s memories of summer and the autumn surrounding him. At the center of the work is a young, inexperienced hare who is endowed with human experiences. The vocabulary is infantile, at times similar to babbling, there are many diminutive suffixes (bunny, eyes, paws, cabbage, hollow, blade of grass). The protagonist's confusion is emphasized by the free, complex rhyming of lines and ellipses. The apotheosis of his feelings is the exclamation at the end.

The poet pursues several goals: to give the child a fairly detailed picture of autumn, to compare the seasons with each other, to find out why autumn is difficult for animals, to evoke sympathy for a helpless animal. Water is the most frightening circumstance: damp, burst into tears, rainy, wet. A look at the sky also does not inspire optimism: you cannot see the sky (due to low dark clouds). However, the fear for one’s life is also strong: all the cabbage has been removed, it’s scary to fall into the clutches of a wolf. It is interesting that the poet does not veil the rather harsh concept of “stealing,” even if it is just a head of cabbage.

There are no poetic epithets, except, perhaps, “poor.” Color design: white, yellow, gray. Personification: thinks about summer. Repeats at the beginning of a line: only. In “Bunny” one can feel the stylization of oral folk art, nursery rhymes, jokes, which, however, does not even negate some philosophical overtones in it. Summer and autumn are opposed to each other. The main emotions of the little hero: scary, unpleasant. He is completely alone, even the wolf is just his fantasy.

The poem “Bunny” was created based on the impressions of A. Blok’s happy childhood. It is part of the “All Year Round” cycle, specially written by the poet for the children’s magazine “Tropinka” in 1906.

Hello, dear readers of the site “Daughter is growing, son is growing”! There are only a few days left, and autumn, with its gray rains and winds, will gradually turn into cold winter. Honestly, I don’t really like the winter months, when it’s cold, damp, wet, but our kids are so looking forward to snow, icicles and the arrival of Santa Claus! But we missed one important point on our website - we didn’t publish children’s poems about autumn... I think it’s worth catching up and saying a nice goodbye to the autumn months... Well, friends, here is a selection - children’s poems about autumn from a variety of authors. If you have a beautiful poem about autumn that is not included in our collection, send it and we will definitely publish it. And don’t forget, because one of these days a winter series of poems will be released.

Children's poems about Autumn

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The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside...

A. Pushkin

Autumn

Autumn was blooming at the edges of the colors,
I quietly ran a brush across the foliage:
The hazel trees turned yellow and the maples glowed,
In the autumn purple there is only green oak.
Autumn consoles:
- Don't regret the summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!

Z. Fedorovskaya

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It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
I am pleased with your farewell beauty -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant threats of gray winter.

A.S. Pushkin

Autumn

Lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
It only makes my heart sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea,
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often.
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And he will cry sleepily.

K. Balmont

Bunny

Little bunny
On a damp hollow
Before my eyes were amused
White flowers...
We burst into tears in the fall
Thin blades of grass
The paws are coming
On yellow leaves.
Gloomy, rainy
Autumn has come,
All the cabbage was removed
Nothing to steal.
Poor bunny is jumping
Near the wet pines,
It's scary to be in the clutches of a wolf
Gray to get...
Thinks about summer
flattens his ears,
Looks sideways at the sky -
Can't see the sky...
If only it were warmer
If only it were drier...
Very unpleasant
Walk on water!

A.Blok

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Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows.
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine.
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling.
The waters began to rustle
Fast stream.
The birds have flown away
To warm regions.

A.N. Pleshcheev

Leaf fall

The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.

Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his motley mansion...

Ivan Bunin

Glorious Autumn

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...

ON THE. Nekrasov

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The swallows have disappeared...

The swallows have disappeared
And yesterday dawned
All the rooks were flying
Yes, like a network, they flashed
Over there over that mountain.

Everyone sleeps in the evening,
It's dark outside.
The dry leaf falls
At night the wind gets angry
Yes, he knocks on the window.

It would be better if there was snow and a blizzard
Glad to meet you with breasts!
As if in fright
Shouting out to the south
The cranes are flying.

You will go out - involuntarily
It’s hard - at least cry!
Look across the field
Tumbleweed
Bounces like a ball.

A.A. Fet

Autumn Tale

A fairy tale begins
Autumn is quiet.
She walks through the forest
Like a moose cow
Can't see
Don't hear
How to follow the branches.
But behind her you and I
Let's hurry up ourselves.
You see, they burst into flames
Bunches of September rowan.
You see, the mushroom has turned red
Under the ringing aspen.
Hangs with a light haze
There is a cobweb on the pine tree.
Summer is entangled in her
Aspen leaf.

G. Novitskaya

Autumn seamstress

So that the little earth can spend the winter without hassle,
Autumn sews a patchwork blanket for her.
Carefully sews the leaf to the leaf,
Use a pine needle to adjust the stitch.
Leaflets to choose from - any will come in handy.
Here the purple one lies next to the crimson one,
Although the seamstress really likes the golden color,
Brown and even spotted will do.
They are carefully held together by a thread of spider web.
You won't find a more beautiful picture than this.

Tatiana Gusarova

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Boring picture!
Endless clouds
The rain keeps pouring down
Puddles by the porch
Stunted rowan
Gets wet under the window;
Looks at the village
A gray spot.
Why are you visiting early?
Has autumn come to us?
The heart still asks
Light and warmth!

A. Pleshcheev

Autumn

There's already a golden leaf covering
Wet soil in the forest...
I boldly trample my foot
The beauty of the spring forest.
Cheeks are burning from the cold:
I like to run in the forest,
Hear the branches crack,
Rake the leaves with your feet!
I don’t have the same joys here!
The forest has taken away the secret:
The last nut has been picked
The last flower is plucked;
The moss is not raised, not dug up
A pile of curly milk mushrooms;
Doesn't hang near the stump
Purple of lingonberry clusters;
Lies on the leaves for a long time
The nights are frosty, and through the forest
Looks kind of cold
The clarity of transparent skies...

A.N. Maikov

Autumn

In a golden carriage
What's wrong with the playful horse?
Autumn has galloped
Through forests and fields.
Good Witch
Everything changed,
Bright yellow color
I decorated the earth.
Sleepy month from the sky
The miracle is surprising
Everything around is sparkling,
Everything shimmers.

Yu. Kapustina

Autumn

Autumn walks along the path,
Got my feet wet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light.
Summer is lost somewhere.
Autumn is coming
Autumn is wandering.
Wind from maple leaves
Reset.
There's a new rug under your feet,
Yellow-pink -
Maple.

V. Avdienko

Leaf walker

Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves...
Leaf fall,
Change of season
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river are freezing,
And there is nowhere to escape from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But he's shaking
And can't get warm.

V. Shulzhik

Mischief makers

Spun around me
The rain of leaves is mischievous.
How good he is!
Where else can you find something like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under it,
We danced like friends -
Rain of leaves and me.

L. Razvodova

Autumn

Autumn gives miracles,
And what kind!
The forests are depleted
Gold hats.
They sit on a tree stump in a crowd
Red honey mushrooms,
And the spider is such a trickster! –
The network is pulling somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
In the sleepy most of the night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

M. Geller

Autumn

Autumn is coming
In our park
Gives autumn
Gifts for everyone:
Red beads –
Rowan,
Pink apron –
Aspen,
Yellow umbrella –
Poplars,
Fruits autumn
Gives it to us.

I. Vinokurov

in autumn

In the crane sky
The wind carries clouds.
The willow whispers to the willow:
"Autumn. It's autumn again!
Yellow shower of leaves,
The sun is below the pines.
Willow whispers to willow:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Frost on the bush
He threw a white cry.
The oak whispers to the rowan tree:
"Autumn. Autumn soon!"
Spruce trees whisper to the fir trees
In the middle of the forest:
“It will soon sweep
And it will start snowing soon!”

A. Efimtsev

Packed up and flew

Packed up and flew
Ducks for a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.
Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.
The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northern bullfinches.

E. Golovin

Harvest Festival

Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned -
People are collecting bread.
The mouse drags the grains into the hole,
To have lunch in the winter.
Dried squirrels roots,
Bees store honey.
Grandma makes jam
He puts apples in the cellar.
The harvest is born -
Collect gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
The harvest will come in handy!

Tatyana Bokova

There is an initial autumn...

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

Fedor Tyutchev

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Water causes fog and dampness.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The dug-up road sleeps.
Today she dreamed
Which is very, very little
All we have to do is wait for the gray winter...

Sergey Yesenin

Before the rain

The mournful wind drives
The clouds are flocking to the edge of heaven.
The broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
To a stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
It's getting cold.
Twilight falls over everything,
Hitting from all sides,
Spinning in the air screaming
A flock of jackdaws and crows...

Nikolay Nekrasov

in autumn

When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,

We're not sad, scared again
The breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer
We understand more clearly.

Afanasy Fet

The rain is flying

The raindrops are flying, flying,
You won't get out of the gate.
Along the wet path
A damp fog is creeping in.

At the sad pines
And fiery rowan trees
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!

Ivan Demyanov

Autumn

I walk and feel sad alone:
Autumn is nearby somewhere.
A yellow leaf in the river
summer has drowned. I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer cannot be saved,
if the day is autumn.

Novitskaya G.M.

Carpets

Somewhere behind the autumn clouds
The crane's conversation fell silent.
On the paths where summer ran,
The multi-colored carpet lay down.

The sparrow became sad outside the window,
The houses became unusually quiet.
Along the autumn carpet paths
Winter is coming unnoticed.

V. Orlov

Autumn fire

In the forest now
Lighter and quieter
Visible through the branches
Height.
Its top
Like a roof
Autumn fire
Burned.

Among the trunks
Fluffy fog
It billows like smoke
At dawn…
The leaves are flying off,
Like sparks
And they burn out on the ground.

Autumn

The birdhouse is empty -
The birds have flown away
Leaves on the trees
I can't sit either.
All day today
They're all flying and flying...
Apparently, also to Africa
They want to fly away.

Tokmakova I.P.

Autumn treasure

Yellow coins fall from a branch...
There's a whole treasure underfoot!
This is golden autumn
Gives leaves without counting,
Golden gives leaves
To you and to us
And to everyone.

I. Pivovarova

Leaf fall

Foliage flutters in the air,
All of Moscow is covered in yellow leaves.
We are sitting by the window
And we look outside.
The leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! —
and dive into a puddle.

Yu. Korinets

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The branches have darkened
Fog from the water.
The wind drives the clouds
From cold countries.
Summer is on its way out,
The forest was soaked through.
Cranberries in the swamp
Looking for an old moose.

V. Stepanov

Sparrow

Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
There's rustling outside the window in the morning
Yellow snowstorms.
The first ice is underfoot
It crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh,
And sing -
Shy.

V. Stepanov

For the winter

A rustling string
Chasing the sun
Birds fly above us
To a distant place.

They are flying to winter quarters.
And in the yard, in the cold,
Clothespins on a rope,
Like swallows on a wire.

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All the trees have flown over,
Only spruce trees turn green,
The forests became bare.
It rains day and night,
Dirt and puddles at the gate.

V. Mirovich

Golden Rain

The leaves were filled with sunshine.
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Filled up, heavy,
They flowed and flew,
They rustled through the bushes,
We jumped on the branches.
The wind swirls gold,
Sounds like golden rain!

M. Lesovaya

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The aspen tree is chilling,
Shaking in the wind...
Give it to the aspen
Coat and boots.
Need to warm up
Poor aspen.

Autumn

A crow screams in the sky: -Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was very simple:
Autumn has settled in it.

E. Intulov

Rain

Rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sows rain through a sieve
The smoke is gray.
Rain is an artist:
He's drawing
Puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
So the gray snow began to fall,
Lay down thickly.
How good is it?
And sad.

R. Seph

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Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky of the sun.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
Yellowness, yellowness,
This means that autumn is not spring.

V. Nirovich

Autumn

A flock of birds flies away,
The clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen tree trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Calm down,
Don't be afraid of the white winter.

I. Melnichuk

Autumn

Autumn,
autumn…
Sun
It's damp in the clouds -
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
to the path,
The bunny blew out -
First
Snowflake.

T. Belozerov

Autumn

Every day the wind is sharper
Tearing leaves from branches in the forest...
Every day it’s early evening,
And it's still getting late.
The sun hesitates, as if
No strength to rise...
That's why morning rises above the earth
Almost lunchtime.

I. Maznin

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A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
Tail.
The fire climbed through the branches
And it burst into flames
Autumn forest.

N. Krasilnikov

The swans were flying away

The swans were flying away
From North to South.
The swans were confused
White-white fluff.
Is it swan fluff?
It sparkles in the air,
Either through our windows
First snow
Flies.

V. Prikhodko

October

Foliage covers the entire ground,
The black fields are turning red.
And under the gray clouds the day is boring,
And the poplars surrendered to the wind.
And suddenly, out of nowhere,
Among the autumn chaos
Bunny is a snow-white miracle
Brings a shred of winter to the fields.

G. Novitskaya

Autumn

If the leaves on the trees have turned yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.

M. Khodyakova

Autumn

The tedious rain falls on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn has turned away the sun,
Like a light bulb installer.

V. Schwartz

October

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!

Berestov V.D.

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In the morning we go to the yard,
Leaves are falling like rain,
They rustle under your feet,
And they fly, fly, fly.

E. Trutneva

Children's poems about autumn

Little bunny
On a damp hollow
Before my eyes were amused
White flowers...

We burst into tears in the fall
Thin blades of grass
The paws are coming
On yellow leaves.

Gloomy, rainy
Autumn has come,
All the cabbage was removed
Nothing to steal.

Poor bunny is jumping
Near the wet pines,
It's scary to be in the clutches of a wolf
Gray to get...

Thinks about summer
flattens his ears,
Looks sideways at the sky -
Can't see the sky...

If only it were warmer
If only it were drier...
Very unpleasant
Walk on water!

Analysis of Alexander Blok's poem "Bunny"

Alexander Blok is an outstanding poet who worked at the turn of the era. It is difficult to imagine that among the deep lyricism and subtle philosophy of his poems, there are kind, naive works for children. The first of them was “Lullaby”. There were also miniatures for adults, stylized and adapted for children.

Later, a whole cycle appears - “All Year Round”. The cycle is divided into four parts according to the seasons of the year. It is aimed at introducing children to natural phenomena. But Blok pays little attention to the landscape. He does not describe the weather, but conveys his sense of nature. The features of the season are conveyed through the sensations and experiences of animals. One of these works is “Bunny”.

The poem appeared in 1906, included in the autumn section of the collection. This is not only a landscape sketch, but also reflections and emotions of the lyrical hero. Which became a small fluffy animal. The image of the bunny is anthropomorphic. The reader sees autumn through his eyes. The picture is quite sad.

The poem is filled with sadness. We see a little bunny who is sad, cold, lonely, hungry. The text is based on antithesis. The narrator recalls that until recently the bunny’s eyes were “amused by white flowers.” And now everything is dull, gray, dull. There is slush all around, my paws are wet, unpleasant, cold.

A gloomy and rainy autumn has arrived. The animal remembers summer with longing. The sky was clear, it was warm, sunny days. There was enough food in the forest. And now there is “nothing to steal” even from the gardens, because the entire harvest has already been harvested, including cabbage, beloved by hares. The furry baby is starving.

The off-season is the most difficult period for forest dwellers who do not hibernate. There is no food available. The fur coat has not yet changed color. The grass is gone, and the snow has not yet fallen. During such a period, you can easily become prey to a predator. This is what our hero fears: “It’s scary to fall into the clutches of a gray wolf...” The hare’s fears bring a tinge of anxiety to the middle of the poem.

Pity for the hero is enhanced by the diminutive words intentionally used by the author: bunny, paws, flowers, blades of grass, leaves, cabbage and others. Antithesis permeates the entire poem. There is a constant comparison between the life of a hare in summer and autumn.

Any lyrical hero, especially in poetry, is always the personification of certain personality traits of the author. Blok’s “Bunny” is no exception. In the image of a small animal deprived of bad weather, you can recognize A. Blok himself. In his soul he was always alone, not understood by the world and those close to him. Unhappy in love. He never became a father, so his poems in the “children’s” cycle take us back to the moment when Alexander himself was a child. To his feelings and experiences.

The narrator emphasizes his relationship with the hero. It is also curious that the poet’s wife was affectionately called “hare” among close people, which can bring a new interpretation to the text.