Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov
No matter what year, your strength decreases,
The mind is lazier, the blood is colder...
Motherland! I'll reach the grave
Without waiting for your freedom!
But I wish I knew, dying,
That you are on the right path,
What is your plowman, sowing the fields,
Sees a great day ahead;
So that the wind of your native village
A single sound reached the ears,
Under which you can’t hear the boiling
Human blood and tears.
Nikolay Nekrasov
In 1861, Emperor Alexander II carried out one of the most important reforms in the history of the Russian Empire, abolishing serfdom. The corresponding manifesto was signed on February 19th. Many people did not like the transformations. Even to those who previously actively advocated for the complete eradication of slavery in Russia. According to radical contemporaries, the reform turned out to be half-hearted. It did not lead to the true liberation of the peasants. As a result, the situation of a significant number of ordinary village people not only did not improve, but also became significantly worse. Similar thoughts were close to Nekrasov. According to the memoirs of the writer and democratic revolutionary Nikolai Grigorievich Chernyshevsky, Nikolai Alekseevich reacted sharply negatively to the 1861 manifesto. He believed that the life of the peasants did not become easier, that they never managed to see real freedom, that one bondage was simply replaced by another. According to Nekrasov, the Russian Empire needed to follow the American path of development of capitalism. The poet advocated for the transfer of landowners' lands to the people, for the formation of individual peasant farms, and for the cultural development of ordinary people.
The poem “No matter the year, the strength decreases...” is dated 1861. Not least of all, it is devoted to reflections concerning the abolition of serfdom. In the first stanza the lyrical hero is pessimistic. He believes that during his lifetime he will not be destined to see the people of the Russian Empire free. The second and third quatrains are an expression of hope. The hero longs, at least on his deathbed, to see his native country on the right path. He cares about the happiness of ordinary people, ordinary workers. In the second stanza the image of a plowman appears. The hero wishes him clear days ahead. The finale is the most powerful and poignant part of the work. Here there is a transition from the particular to the general. The happiness of the native land is the happiness of its people. It is impossible as long as one can hear “the boiling of human blood and tears.”
The motive of death in the poem “No matter what the year, the strength decreases...” is closely related to reflections on the purpose of the poet and poetry. The lyrical hero is not just an artist, but also the owner of an active social position. She makes his path both righteous and painful. Similar views are found in Nekrasov’s other poems. In particular, we are talking about the works “In Memory of Dobrolyubov” and “On the Death of Shevchenko”.
“No matter what year, your strength decreases...” Nikolai Nekrasov
No matter what year, your strength decreases,
The mind is lazier, the blood is colder...
Motherland! I'll reach the grave
Without waiting for your freedom!But I wish I knew, dying,
That you are on the right path,
What is your plowman, sowing the fields,
Sees a great day ahead;So that the wind of your native village
A single sound reached the ears,
Under which you can’t hear the boiling
Human blood and tears.
Analysis of Nekrasov’s poem “No matter what year, the strength decreases...”
In 1861, Emperor Alexander II carried out one of the most important reforms in the history of the Russian Empire, abolishing serfdom. The corresponding manifesto was signed on February 19th. Many people did not like the transformations. Even to those who previously actively advocated for the complete eradication of slavery in Russia. According to radical contemporaries, the reform turned out to be half-hearted. It did not lead to the true liberation of the peasants. As a result, the situation of a significant number of ordinary village people not only did not improve, but also became significantly worse. Similar thoughts were close to Nekrasov. According to the memoirs of the writer and democratic revolutionary Nikolai Grigorievich Chernyshevsky, Nikolai Alekseevich reacted sharply negatively to the 1861 manifesto. He believed that the life of the peasants did not become easier, that they were never able to see real freedom, that one bondage was simply replaced by another. According to Nekrasov, the Russian Empire needed to follow the American path of development of capitalism. The poet advocated for the transfer of landowners' lands to the people, for the formation of individual peasant farms, and for the cultural development of ordinary people.
The poem “No matter the year, the strength decreases...” is dated 1861. Not least of all, it is devoted to reflections concerning the abolition of serfdom. In the first stanza, the lyrical hero is pessimistic. He believes that during his lifetime he will not be destined to see the people of the Russian Empire free. The second and third quatrains are an expression of hope. The hero longs, at least on his deathbed, to see his native country on the right path. He cares about the happiness of ordinary people, ordinary workers. In the second stanza the image of a plowman appears. The hero wishes him clear days ahead. The finale is the most powerful and poignant part of the work. Here there is a transition from the particular to the general. The happiness of the native land is the happiness of its people. It is impossible as long as one can hear “the boiling of human blood and tears.”
The motive of death in the poem “No matter what the year, the strength decreases...” is closely related to reflections on the purpose of the poet and poetry. The lyrical hero is not just an artist, but also the owner of an active social position. She makes his path both righteous and painful. Similar views are found in Nekrasov’s other poems. In particular, we are talking about the works "" and "".
No matter what year, your strength decreases,
The mind is lazier, the blood is colder...
Motherland! I'll reach the grave
Without waiting for your freedom!
But I wish I knew, dying,
That you are on the right path,
What is your plowman, sowing the fields,
Sees a great day ahead;
So that the wind of your native village
A single sound reached the ears,
Under which you can’t hear the boiling
Human blood and tears.
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