Appreciation of Lermontov's "Motherland"
"Motherland" was published in the April 1841 issue of the magazine "Motherland Chronicle". The poem expresses the "strange love" for the motherland, and clearly denies the hypocritical and even reactionary patriotism promoted by the tsarist ruling group. Khomiakov, a Slavic poet who represented the interests of the conservative aristocratic and landowning class
Once wrote a poem titled "Motherland" and published it in 1839. He believed that the greatness of Russia lies in Russia
The "docileness" of the Sri Lankan people and their "devoutness" to the Orthodox Church. Lermontov put forward his different opinions tit for tat, and through touching and convincing image descriptions, pointed out that true patriotism is the same as loving the mountains and rivers of the motherland and loving the motherland. The thoughts and feelings of the working people are inseparable. After the poem was published,
Belinsky praised it as "the best Pushkin-style poem", and Dobrolyubov believed that the poet
achieved "truthfully, sacredly" Understand the love for the motherland earthly and rationally."
The poem contrasts two views of patriotism very clearly, one is real, flesh-and-blood,
deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the other is hypocritical, flashy, and out of touch. of the people. The poet said, "I love the motherland,
but with a strange love!" "Strange" is expressed in a way that is different from the traditional preaching of the ruling class; the poet's patriotic enthusiasm is It is formed through one's own soul's feelings towards the motherland and through one's own mind's thinking about the motherland.
This kind of emotion cannot be suppressed by any force, nor can it be replaced by any other emotion: the "victory" obtained by the tsarist ruling group in suppressing people's uprisings at home and abroad was obtained with blood.
"Glory" cannot bring any comfort to the poet's heart; the serf owners' belief in the long-lasting serfdom
and their superstition of the Orthodox Church, their so-called "arrogant piety" "The tranquility" cannot inspire any phantom of hope in the poet's heart
; there is also the retro tendency of aristocratic nationalists, who fabricate the heroic deeds of their ancestors
Using the sacred legends of ancient times to show off themselves, the poets were all indifferent and unmoved.
In short, such false "patriotism" cannot replace the poet's "strange love" for his motherland.
After a sharp and strong contrast, the poet's brush turned to the enthusiastic praise of the Russian rivers and mountains and the life of the Russian people. "But I love..., I love..., I love...", the poet repeatedly emphasized,
expressively, melting his passionate patriotic feelings into the moving picture of Russian life. The cold and quiet grasslands, the forests swaying in the wind, the rushing torrents, the village roads, the yellow fields, the shining white birches, the vast night, the trembling lights, Pictures of Russian natural scenery, like movie lenses, appear in front of people's eyes in a fluid and changing manner, from far to near, making people feel extremely beautiful.
The shadow of the times is refracted and reflected on the natural scenery through the poet's sensitive feeling and dexterous writing style,
giving it a misty and gloomy color. As people's subjective emotions become externalized, objective nature becomes closer to people's emotions and life and becomes more friendly. Russia's mountains and rivers are the environment in which the Russian people live and are inseparable from their lives. The poet eulogized it as an integral part of the life of the Russian people. Therefore, we can see the poet and his people everywhere, and we can see the poet riding on it. The carriage was running on the village road, looking for a place to stay through the vast night. I saw a large group of carriages and horses spending the night on the grassland. Wildfires were burning around them, and light smoke was rising...< /p>
The poet loves the life of the Russian people, and he sings it with rare joy and happiness to express his love for his motherland, Russia.
He painted genre paintings of the life of the Russian people. The threshing floor is filled with harvested grains, the farmhouses are covered with straw, and the small windows have embossed panels. The poet
all feels cordial and happy; more There are scenes of drunken farmers laughing and dancing on festive nights.
The poet "can see the night deeper into the night", full of interest and tireless. The poet loves the people of the motherland and loves the lives of the people of the motherland, including their living environment. This is real patriotism, which is what the poet calls "strange patriotism". "Love", and this "love" is far deeper, thicker and more real than those empty and hypocritical "patriotism".