(316 words) A unique poetic talent, the ability to convey deep philosophical things to the reader, the ability to create vivid psychological sketches and really beautiful, sensual and lyrical landscapes - this is all Fedor Ivanovich Tyutchev. His world is a mystery in which nature always plays the main role. In it, chaos and harmony constantly clash in confrontation: in places where life abounds, the shadow of death is always visible; a happy day is always replaced by a terrifying night. Fyodor Ivanovich’s nature is polar: one pole is constantly opposed to the other, so the antithesis can often be seen in his works (“Day is evening, night is close”, “struggle is hopeless” - “struggle is persistent”).
Tyutchev’s lyrics dynamically depict landscapes at different times of the day and year (“Spring First Thunder”, “Autumn Late at times”). The nature of Fyodor Ivanovich is inspired, as if a young virgin, she is beautiful, free, filled with love and wants to share it, longs to inspire. In his surrounding world is boundless human soul.
As a born creator, the author closely follows everything that happens in the world around him, generating boundless love with excellent poetic plots of autumn landscapes, spring thunder, summer evenings. Deep love for nature is closely intertwined with love for Russia. Through an appeal to the outside world, Fyodor Ivanovich shows the reader all the uniqueness and charm of our country, her image is always surrounded by a halo of holiness. His descriptions are so precise, and the admiration with which he describes his homeland can not be found in any other author.
Some of Tyutchev's poems show not just nature in the fall, summer, spring and winter, but also at different times of the day or night. The image of the night is one of the leading plots of Tyutchev’s natural lyrics. Tyutchev’s night is not just charming, her beauty is majestic, and everything around is “nothing” against the backdrop of the night (“But day fades, night has come”). The night of Fyodor Ivanovich is holy, full of secrets and mysteries: “Holy night has ascended into the sky. .. ".
The poetry of F. Tyutchev is so opposite: happy or sad, heavenly and earthly, filled with life and devastated by cold, but one thing is certain - it is always unique. It beckons with its simplicity, behind which the deepest meaning is always hidden, and having touched it once, it is impossible to forget it.
