Nekrasov is the greatest folk poet. Almost all the writer's work convinces of this. He never, even if he lived in St. Petersburg or abroad, did not break ties with his small homeland, village and peasant. The reality that he recreated was socially voluminous. It combined an intelligent and peasant look at things. These two plans have the poem "Reflections at the front door." Its contents and features will be discussed below.
On the features of speech in two capital cities
A lot of controversy arises when questions relate to the Russian language. Front door or staircase - how to? Petersburgers prefer the first option, and Muscovites - the second. These options for naming a street entrance - “front door” or “staircase” - were formed, according to residents of St. Petersburg, after the revolution. This is hardly fundamental. Although how to look. Do you say front door or porch? Petersburgers delimit these concepts in meaning.
The first word for them means a staircase indoors or the main entrance to the mansion, the second is a place to which they approach or approach, and it is on the street. For a Muscovite, the front door or porch means the same thing. And the phrase "front door" means an entrance decorated with a front porch. Those who argue very often recall the above-mentioned poem by Nekrasov. Let us also turn to "Reflections at the front door."
View of the author
Judging by the text, the author observes the front door of a wealthy manor house from the window opposite. And what does he see? On holidays, small city officials rush to pay their respects by “writing down their name and title” in a book that the doorman holds. They are not allowed to go further than this place - they did not come out with a rank so that a high-ranking official would personally receive them. But they are not offended; on the contrary, they are so pleased with themselves that the author wonders if their calling is not self-abasement.
What happens on weekdays at the front door
On weekdays, petitioners stretch to the nobleman’s house. Some of them are looking for work places, a widow or an old man wants to take care of retirement. In addition to petitioners, who are often refused and cry, leaving, not finding favors, couriers with papers jump in the morning.
Deceived expectations
The author once saw a soul-breaking spectacle. Simple peasants came to the porch from distant places. Before knocking on the door, they took off their hats, prayed at the church, stood at a distance, their heads hopelessly lowered. The door opened and the doorman looked out.
The peasants who came from distant provinces were ugly: their legs in bast shoes were bled into blood, their clothes were torn, miserable knapsacks were bent behind their backs, crosses were visible on open necks. Hopelessness and torment was written on their faces. From the house, an order was heard telling the doorman to drive the tattered mob, since the owner does not like such people. The door slammed shut. The peasants conferred and began to collect money, but the doorman neglected their miserable pennies and did not allow him to excel. And so the wanderers left, having forgiven both the doorman and his master. The meeting of the wretched people from the people with a powerful and wealthy man did not take place, on which they had so many hopes. And back they carry hopeless grief in their hearts.
The contrast of two worlds
While the miserables leave, a high-ranking official sleeps and sees sweet dreams. Nekrasov’s poem “At the front door” and in the future, in a different context, will use the word “dream” and its synonyms. Minion of life, he is pleased with everything.
“Awake,” the author calls. There is real pleasure: helping the destitute, this is an awakening to a true honest life, this is the salvation from that soulless quagmire in which the rich man is mired. But he is deaf and does not want to see or hear anything. It is enough for him that he now rules the world, and what will happen afterwards does not frighten him.
How will this idle life go on
And very safely. The sorrow of the people does not bother him. Carefree, never waking up to see real life, in the bosom of Italian nature, having retired, he will spend his days. And all scribblers, alkalis, who stand up for the national good, he deeply despises, looks at them arrogantly and mocks them. It is enough if there is a serene beautiful nature around.
The nobleman will survive to old days, being in a happy dream, from which he never wakes up, dying. Finishing his biography, the author predicts: “You will fall asleep ...” He will be surrounded by affectionate and attentive heirs who are looking forward to his death. Ironically, the author will call him a hero, who after death will magnify praise, but in fact they will curse him secretly.
Theme of folk suffering
Three times N. A. Nekrasov passes from the world of wealth to the world of poverty and ends with a description of the suffering share of the people. On small people, it’s safe and even fun to remove the grudge, the poet remarks sarcastically. In the last part of the poem, Nekrasov looks around the whole of Russia and repeatedly repeats the word "groan." From immense grief, walkers to the nobleman will go into a roadside tavern, they will all drink and moan, struggling and returning home with nothing. Where can one find a place in his native land so that the peasant, the keeper of the Russian land, does not groan?
It turns out that there is no such place anywhere. Nowhere is he rejoicing in God's light: in the fields, on the roads, under a barn, next to the courtrooms, where it is impossible to find the truth. And over the huge Volga there is a long song-moan. The earth was overflowed with the moan of the people more than the flood of the high-water Volga in the spring. Nekrasov ends with “Reflections at the front door”, the summary of which we examined with the question: “Will the people wake up, gain strength, or is this already the end, has he rested forever?”