Composition of spring in the forest

Spring. The most beautiful time of the year. And, although many, for some reason, like summer more, I love spring. The first warm rays of the sun. The sound of running water from under the melted snow. Singing of the returned birds. And just a good spring mood.

Many during winter colds fall into a certain depression. All of them are bad, nothing works, no mood, and so on. And with the first rays of the sun, quietly everything starts to improve. For a start, the mood just improves, you can not look without a smile at the warm and bright rays of the sun. And when you start to smile, everything around you gets better and brighter. The problems are no longer so serious, many new ideas, opportunities. It seems that with the advent of spring a new life begins. Not only nature revives, but humanity as well. All become more affable and joyful.

Most of all, I love the time when the earth is already drying up and warming up. The grass will turn green. And the first flowers will appear.

How beautiful it is then in the forest. Not yet entering the forest, this fresh smell, filled with spring, is already felt. The birds singing all over the forest. They are just as happy for spring as all life. At last their home. And what beauty grows on the earth. From under the dry leaves, not yet had time to infest fresh grass, you can see small white bells of snowdrops. There are so many of them that there is not even a place to go. It seems that in the forest there is still snow and is not going to melt from the sun, but rather just dissolve in front of him. You stand in this beauty and try as much as possible, with a full breast to inhale these aromas. So you want to breathe, to feel their presence for a long time.

Each time of the year is beautiful in its own way, but for me it is more beautiful and brighter than spring, there is nothing. Nature in the spring shoes with such colors and smells that she does not want to part with. Only the thought of going to the forest and seclusion from nature.

The life of the city of Kalinov in Ostrovsky’s drama “The Storm” From the very first

scenes of the drama by A. Ostrovsky “The Thunderstorm”, we find ourselves in the gloomy atmosphere of a special world, which NA Dobrolyubov was called “the dark realm.”

In the merchant world of the city of Kalinov, where dramatic events unfold, “cruel customs” reign. Kuligin, a local self-taught mechanic, gives a detailed description of these morals. According to him, there is nothing to see in Kalinov, except rudeness and unrequited obedience, wealth and “poverty of the naked.” Those who have “tight moshna,” try to “enslave the poor, so that the gift of his money can make more money,” and they even quarrel among themselves: they are suicidal, scornful, “undermining each other’s trading, and not so much from self-interest as from envy. “

A vivid, figurative expression of the manifestations of rudeness and hostility prevailing in the city becomes the merchant Savel Prokofich Dikoy, the “swearman” and “piercing peasant,” as its inhabitants characterize. It is his appearance that gives Kuligin a reason to pronounce a monologue about Kalinov’s cruel customs. Wild – an ignorant tyrant, endowed with stubbornness and greed, a despot in his family and beyond. He also terrorizes his nephew, Boris, who “went to his sacrifice.” Wrangling, swearing for anything – is not only the habitual treatment of people, it’s his nature, his character – the content of his entire life. “There is no one to calm him down, here he is fighting.”

Another embodiment of the “cruel customs” of the city of Kalinova is Marfa Ignatyevna Kabanova – another despot. “Khanja,” Kuligin describes it, “beggars beggars, but ate completely at home.” Kabanikh firmly stands guard over the patriarchal, house-building traditions of the past, zealously protects the life of his house from the fresh wind of change. Unlike Wild, she never swears, she has her own methods of intimidation: she is corrosive, like a rusty iron, “sharpens” her loved ones. Wild and Kabanov openly or under the guise of piety are destructive to those around them, poisoning their lives, destroying in them light feelings, making them their slaves. Because for them the loss of power is the loss of everything, in what they see the meaning of existence.

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Composition of spring in the forest