The work that we will consider has a longer and more meaningful title: “Ode on the day of the accession to the All-Russian Throne of Her Majesty Empress Elizabeth Petrovna 1747.” It was written in honor of the most important holiday for the entire country. In this article we will look at what I wanted to say in my own - “Ode on the Day of Ascension”. A summary and analysis of this work will help us understand the scientist’s message. So let's get started.

Lomonosov, “Ode on the Day of Ascension.” Summary

In his work, the author glorifies the greatness of Russia, the riches of its lands and seas, happy villages, strong cities, and harvests. Then he moves on to the image of Elizabeth. Lomonosov describes her as beautiful, kind, generous, calm, having ended the war on Russian soil. He says that science is developing in peaceful Russia, and good times have come. All this is described using various metaphors and others with which Lomonosov’s ode “On the Day of Ascension” is full.

In the last part he returns to the “source of mercy” - Elizabeth. Lomonosov calls her the angel of peaceful years. He says that the Almighty protects and blesses her.

Analysis of M. V. Lomonosov’s ode on the day of the accession of Empress Elisaveta Petrovna

As readers have probably noticed, the author praises the empress for peacetime. However, it was not like that. This was the only way he tried to convey to the empress his opinion that Russia had enough of fighting, a lot of blood had been shed, it was time to enjoy peace.

Why is he writing about this? At that time, the question arose about whether Russia would participate in the war along with the countries that fought against France and Prussia. The author, like many others, is against this. He wants Russia to develop. Therefore, it can be said that his laudatory ode is political in nature, his own program for peace.

Nevertheless, the empress had merit. She began to conduct peace negotiations with Sweden. Lomonosov did not forget to note this moment in his song of praise (“Ode on the Day of Ascension”). The summary shows us how a scientist and writer praises Elizabeth for the development of science. This is due to the fact that in 1747 the Empress increased the amount of funds for the needs of the Academy. After this act, his famous ode was written by the scientist.

Techniques used in the work

The main literary device used in the ode is metaphor. Thanks to her, Lomonosov manages to beautifully exalt his country, its ruler, and call for peace and development. He calls peacetime beloved silence, war - fiery sounds.

Comparisons are also found in the work: “the soul of her marshmallow is quieter,” “the vision is more beautiful than paradise.”

Thanks to personification, Lomonosov animates various phenomena: “be silent... sounds”, “whirlwinds, do not dare to roar”, “Mars was afraid”, “Neptune was imagining”.

Why did the author choose such a genre as ode for his work?

Lomonosov was a true patriot of his country. He praised her in every possible way, rooted for her with all his soul. Many of his works were written in the genre of ode. This is due to the fact that this genre allowed him to glorify everything that seemed significant to him. After all, “ode” is translated from Greek as “song”. This genre helped Lomonosov use a majestic style and artistic techniques. Thanks to him, he was able to convey his view of the development of Russia. At the same time, he maintained the classicistic rigor of the language in his “Ode on the Day of Ascension.” The summary shows us how important the author was able to touch upon in his ode. Another genre would hardly have given him the opportunity to so eloquently convey his ideas and views to the ruler.

Conclusion

We have examined one of the best literary works written by M.V. Lomonosov - “Ode on the day of Elizabeth Petrovna’s accession to the throne.” The summary showed what topics the author touched upon, how he conveyed them, and what significance they had. We learned that Lomonosov was a patriot. He wanted the ruler Elizabeth to continue the work of her father: to engage in education and science.

We learned that the scientist and writer was against war and the shedding of blood. With the written ode, he managed to convey his views on the desired future of Russia to the empress herself. Thus, he wrote this work not just in honor of the annual celebration of the empress’s accession to the throne. To them, Lomonosov conveyed to the ruler his vision of the country's development.

Composition

M. V. Lomonosov is a great scientist and poet. He became a luminary of science in the 18th century. and to this day his works have not been forgotten. For Lomonosov, poetry is not fun, not an immersion in the narrow, in his opinion, world of a private person, but a patriotic, civic activity. It was the ode that became the main lyrical genre in Lomonosov’s work.

One of Lomonosov’s most famous works was the ode “On the Day of the Accession of Elizabeth Petrovna.” Lomonosov begins it with glorification of the world:

Kings and kingdoms of the earth are a delight,
Beloved silence,
The bliss of the villages, the city fence,
How useful and beautiful you are!

When she took the throne,
How the Supreme One gave her a crown,
Brought you back to Russia
Put an end to the war.

Sent a man to Russia
What has not been heard since ages.
Through all the obstacles he ascended
Head, crowned with victories,
Russia, I will trample on barbarism,
He raised him to the skies.

Describing Peter I, Lomonosov resorts to ancient mythology. He uses the images of Mars and Neptune to symbolize war and the sea, which adds even more solemnity to the ode.

The ode “On the Day of the Accession of Elizabeth Petrovna” is not only praise for the empress, but also an instruction to her. The Russia that Lomonosov wants to see is a great country, it is powerful, wise and at peace, but the main thing is that such a future is possible if Russia is a sacred power, the existence of which is impossible without an enlightened monarch. In a digression to the era of Peter I, Lomonosov seems to be telling Elizabeth that she should take an example from her father and continue his great works, in particular, contribute to the development of science, as her father did:

…Divine are the sciences
Through mountains, rivers and seas,
They extended their hands to Russia...

Look at the mountains above,
Look into your wide fields,
Where is the Volga, Dnieper, where the Ob flows;
Wealth is hidden in them,
Science will be frank,
What blooms with your generosity.

Such a huge country, the vastness of which stretches from the western plains, through the Urals and Siberia to the Far East, needs educated people. After all, only knowledgeable people will be able to reveal all the natural resources of Russia:

O you who await
Fatherland from its depths,
And he wants to see them,
What calls from foreign countries!
Be of good cheer, now you are encouraged,
Show with your speech,
What can Platonov's own
And the quick-witted Newtons
Russian land gives birth.

In these lines, the poet also draws the readers’ attention to the fact that the Russian land is capable of producing minds equal to those “which it calls from foreign countries!” He makes it clear that Russia is rich not only in natural resources, but also in capable people. People who can not only absorb science, but also sow their fruits. The natural continuation of the ode is the following lines:

Sciences nourish youths,
Joy is served to the old,
In a happy life they decorate,
Take care in case of an accident;
There's joy in troubles at home
And on distant journeys there is no hindrance.
Sciences are used everywhere -
Among the nations and in the desert,
In the city noise and alone,
Sweet in peace and in work.

Reading these lines, one cannot but agree with the author. A person who does not have knowledge is not only uninteresting and boring in himself, he also leads the same life. Without knowledge, a person is not able to develop spiritually, therefore, while glorifying science, the author also glorifies the human soul. The glorification of man, his soul and genius is the main idea of ​​the ode; it is the connecting thread. Science and knowledge connect not only generations, but also peoples. Knowledge is the fundamental principle of everything.

Lomonosov's ode is more than just a literary work - it is a message. A message not only to the empress and contemporaries, but also to descendants. An excellent example of the fact that his descendants followed his behests is the State University named after Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov.

OH YEAH
on the day of accession to the All-Russian throne
Her Majesty the Empress
Elisaveta Petrovna 1747

Kings and kingdoms of the earth are a delight,
Beloved silence.
The bliss of the villages, the city fence,
How useful and beautiful you are!
The flowers around you are full of flowers
And the fields in the fields turn yellow;
The ships are full of treasures
They dare to follow you into the sea;
You pour in with a generous hand
Your wealth on earth.

Great light of the world,
Shining from the eternal heights
On beads, gold and purple,
For all earthly beauties,
He lifts his gaze to all countries,
But he doesn’t find anything more beautiful in the world
Elizabeth and you.
Besides that, you are above everything;
The soul of her zephyr is quieter,
And the vision is more beautiful than heaven.

When she took the throne,
As the Most High gave her a crown,
Brought you back to Russia
Put an end to the war*;
She kissed you when she received you:
I'm full of those victories, she said,
For whom blood flows.
I enjoy Russian happiness,
I don't change their calmness
The whole west and east.

Befitting the divine lips,
Monarch, this gentle voice:
O how worthily exalted
This day and that blessed hour,
When from a joyful change
The Petrovs raised the walls
Splash and click to the stars!
When you carried the cross with your hand*
And she took her to the throne with her
Your kindness is a beautiful face!

So that the word can be equal to them,
Our strength is small;
But we can't help ourselves
From singing your praises.
Your generosity is encouraging
Our spirit is driven to run,
Like a swimmer's show-off, the wind is capable
The waves break through the ravines;
He leaves the shore with joy;
The food flies between the depths of the water.

Be silent, fiery sounds*,
And stop shaking the light;
Here in the world to expand science
Elizabeth did so.
You impudent whirlwinds, don’t dare
Roar, but meekly divulge
Our times are wonderful.
Listen in silence, universe:
Behold, the lyre is delighted
The names are great to say.

Terrible with wonderful deeds
Creator of the world from time immemorial
He laid down his destinies
Glorify yourself in our days;
Sent a Man to Russia
What has been unheard of since ages.
Through all the obstacles he ascended
The head, crowned with victories,
Russia, trampled by rudeness,
He raised him to the skies.

In the bloody fields Mars was afraid,
Petrov’s sword is in vain in his hands,
And with trembling Neptune imagined,
Looking at the Russian flag.
The walls are suddenly fortified
And surrounded by buildings,
Doubtful Neva* advertisement:
“Or am I now forgotten?
And I bowed down from that path,
Which I flowed before?”

Then the sciences are divine
Through mountains, rivers and seas
They extended their hands to Russia,
To this monarch saying:
“We are extremely careful to
Submit in the Russian gender new
Fruits of the purest mind."
The monarch calls them to himself*,
Russia is already waiting
It is useful to see their work.

But ah, cruel fate!
A worthy husband of immortality,
The reason for our bliss,
To the unbearable sorrow of our souls
The envious one is rejected by fate,
He plunged us into deep tears!
Having filled our ears with sobs,
The leaders of Parnassus revolted,
And the muses saw off with a cry
The most luminous spirit enters the heavenly door.

In so much righteous sadness
Their path was doubtful;
And just as they walked they wished
Look at the coffin and the deeds.
But meek Catherine*,
There is only one joy in Petra,
Accepts them with a generous hand.
Oh, if only her life could last longer,
Sekwana would have been ashamed long ago
With your art in front of the Neva!

What kind of lordship surrounds
Is Parnassus in great sorrow?
Oh, if it rattles in agreement there
Pleasant strings, sweetest voice!
All the hills are covered with faces;
Cries are heard in the valleys:
Great Peter's daughter
Father's generosity exceeds
The muses' satisfaction aggravates
And fortunately he opens the door.

Worthy of great praise
When the number of your victories
A warrior can compare battles
And he lives in the field all his life;
But the warriors are subject to him,
His praises are always included,
And noise in the shelves from all sides
The sounding glory drowns out,
And the thunder of trumpets disturbs her
The lamentable groan of the vanquished.

This is your only glory,
Monarch, belongs,
Vast is your power
Oh how he thanks you!
Look at the mountains above,
Look into your wide fields,
Where is the Volga, Dnieper, where the Ob flows;
Wealth is hidden in them,
Science will be frank,
What blooms with your generosity.

A lot of land space
When the Almighty ordered
Happy citizenship to you,
Then I opened the treasures,
What India boasts of;
But Russia demands it
By the art of approved hands.
This gold will cleanse the vein;

The stones will feel the power too
Sciences restored by you.

Although the constant snow
The northern country is covered,
Where the frozen boar's wings
Your banners flutter;
But God is between the icy mountains
Great for its miracles:
There Lena is pure rapids,
Like the Nile, he will give the peoples drink
And Bregi finally loses,
Comparing the width of the sea.

Since many are unknown to mortals
Nature creates miracles,
Where the density of animals is cramped
There are deep forests
Where in the luxury of cool shadows
On the flock of galloping fir trees
The cry did not disperse the catchers;
The hunter did not aim his bow anywhere;
The farmer knocks with an ax
Didn't frighten the singing birds.

Wide open field
Where should the muses stretch their path!
To your magnanimous will
What can we repay for this?
We will glorify your gift to heaven
And we will put up a sign of your generosity,
Where the sun rises and where is Cupid
Spinning in the green banks,
Wanting to come back again
To your power from Manzhur.

Behold the gloomy eternity of the cuff
Hope opens to us!
Where there are no rules, no law,
Wisdom there builds the temple;
Ignorance pales before it.
There the wet fleet path turns white,
And the sea tries to give in:
Russian Columbus* through the waters
Hastens to unknown nations
Proclaim your bounties.

There the darkness of islands is sown,
The river is like the Ocean*;
Heavenly blue blankets,
The peacock is put to shame by the corvid.
There are clouds of different birds flying there,
What variegation exceeds
Tender spring clothes;
Eating in fragrant groves
And floating in pleasant streams,
They don't know the severity of winter.

And behold Minerva strikes*
To the top of Rifeyski with a copy;
Silver and gold are running out
In all your inheritance.
Pluto is restless in the crevices,
What the Russians are putting into their hands
Dredging his metal from the mountains,
Which nature hid there;
From the brilliance of the daylight
He looks away gloomily.

O you who await
Fatherland from its depths
And he wants to see them,
Which ones are calling from foreign countries,
Oh, your days are blessed!
Be of good cheer now
It’s your kindness to show
What can Platonov's own
And the quick-witted Newtons
Russian land gives birth.

Sciences nourish youths*
Joy is served to the old,
In a happy life they decorate,
In case of an accident they take care of it;
There's joy in troubles at home
And on distant journeys there is no hindrance.
Science is used everywhere
Among the nations and in the desert,
In the city noise and food,
Sweet in peace and in work.

To you, O source of mercy,
O angel of our peaceful years!
The Almighty is your helper,
Who dares with his pride,
Seeing our peace,
To rebel against you with war;
The creator will save you
In all ways I am without stumbling
And your life is blessed
It will be compared with the number of your bounties.

Ode on the day of the accession... of Elizabeth Petrovna, 1747. — In 1747, Elizabeth’s government increased allocations for academic needs. Perhaps, only in the “Khotyn” ode can the lyrical “delight” be compared in strength and sincerity with the emotional rise of the ode of 1747. The point here, of course, is not a partial improvement in the academic budget in itself. The fact is that this fact gave Lomonosov the opportunity to glorify his most sincere idea - the idea of ​​​​the high national, state and moral benefit of the sciences. The ode of 1747 is rightfully one of Lomonosov’s most popular poetic works. Both in theme (Motherland, science, glorification of “silence”, peace) and in artistic decoration, this poem has no parallel in the odic poetry of that time.
The war ended... - The war with the Swedes 1741-1743. ended a few months after Elizabeth's coronation.
When you carried the cross with your hand... - Lomonosov reminds Elizabeth of how the palace coup began on November 25, 1741, which brought her to power (“Petrov’s daughter” came out to the Preobrazhensky people with a cross in her hand and swore them in as empress).
Fiery sounds... are a metaphorical definition of war.
Doubtful Neva... - The Neva does not seem to recognize its banks in the place where St. Petersburg grew up.
The monarch calls them to himself... - Having planned to found the Academy of Sciences, Peter
negotiated with the largest scientists in Europe (Leibniz, Wolff, etc.) in
in order to attract them to Russia.
The envious one is rejected by fate... - meaning the death of Peter.
Meek Catherine... - Catherine I, widow of Peter. Under her, on December 27, 1725, the St. Petersburg Academy of Sciences was opened. Russian Columbus... - Lomonosov is referring to one of the leaders of the so-called Second Kamchatka Expedition, A.I. Chirikov.
There, sown with the darkness of islands, // The Ocean is like a river... - It is assumed that Lomonosov is talking here about the Kuril Islands and the Kuril Current, passing from north to south along the shores of Kamchatka, the Kuril Islands to the northern shores of Japan.
And behold, Minerva strikes... - an allegorical picture of the penetration of science (the wise Minerva) into the secret treasury of nature, further personified in the image of Pluto; in 1745, the first primary gold deposit was discovered in the Urals, marking the beginning of its industrial mining.
The sciences nourish young men... - this stanza is a free poetic elaboration of a theme borrowed from Cicero’s speech “In Defense of the Poet Archius.”

OH YEAH
on the day of accession to the throne
Her Majesty the Empress
Elisaveta Petrovna
1748

Dawn with a crimson hand
From the morning calm waters
Brings the sun behind him
New year to your country.
Blessed Beginning
You, Goddess, have shone.
And our sincerity of hearts
It burns before the throne of the Most High,
May He crown with Your happiness
Its middle and end.

May the stars move in harmony
In your prescribed circles,
And let the rivers flow calmly
You have obedient shores;
Let hostility and anger be destroyed,
And let the fire and the sword go away
From Your countries, and all harm;
Let spring laugh tenderly,
And the farmer serenely
Let him reap a hundredfold fruit.

Arguing with capable winds,
Let Borya not dare to torment
Sea covered with ships,
Sailing to Your land.
Yes, deep peace nourishes everyone;
Iron knows no battles,
Serving in the labor of silent villages.
Let evil envy be ashamed,
And let the world be surprised by the glory
Your generous deeds.

Sacred and snoring are the statutes
And truth in the judge's court,
And the time of Your power
May your servants please you.
Let neighbors respect alliances;
And to you, beloved Muses,
For bitter tears and for fear,
For a terrible time and deplorable
May there be joy every day,
Under the Nevsky, the streams are renewed.

Remembering that year,
In the midst of pleasures the mind is restless!
The thick darkness is still spinning,
It also makes a terrible noise!
There's a storm of sparks swirling there,
And the greedy flame devours
Minervin with a loud crash temple!
Like copper in a furnace, the sky bursts into flames!
Wealth of mind strives
Down to your trembling feet!

Dear Muses, set aside
To bring up the shadow of sadness;
Raise your cheerful voice
And sing this great day,
When in the Father's Crown
Flashed on the Russian throne
Brighter than the day is Elizabeth;
How night changed to noon,
How autumn compared to spring for us,
And darkness brought us light.

In the meadows strewn with flowers,
Queen of hardworking bees,
With shining, rustling wings,
Flies between cool villages;
Flocks down, leaving roses
And the vines are watered with honeydew,
With care, swarm from everywhere,
Surrounds his Queen
And flies closely after her
The system is steadfast with zeal.

Inflamed with similar heat
The Russian family flocked here,
And, delighted with joy,
I looked at Your arrival with trepidation.
Babies are full of gray hair
They hurried after You.
Then the great city of Petrov
Fits into one stack,
Then the wind stopped
So that the splash rises to the clouds.

Then to all the limits of the Light,
Like lightning, the rumor reached
That Elizabeth reigns,
Petrov has the spirit in himself,
Then discordant neighbors
Desperate for their victory
And the thoughts retreated.
Monarch, who knows Rossov
And their zeal for You listens,
Will he think about becoming against it?

That bloody Mars does not dare
Stretch out your hands to us,
He honors your strength
And power like heaven.
The lion now only sees the fence,
How is his path to the herd blocked?
But the sea of ​​our silence
Already exceeding the limits,
With its abundance the world brings,
Spilling into Western countries.

Europe, tired of battle,
Raising my head from the flames,
I stretched out my hands to you
Through smoke, smoking and darkness.
Your gentlest nature,
Than for the bliss of mortals
Our Almighty has decorated the age,
Bowed down to protect her,
And Your sword, entwined with laurels,
Not naked, stopped the war.

Europe and the whole world are witnesses,
There are a million different peoples,
Colic is now a virtue
The Russian decorates the throne.
Oh how this delights us,
That the whole universe exalts,
Monarch, Your deeds!
The nations of Thy dominion
Speech, clothing, morals are different,
But everyone agrees on the praise.

With one voice we all cry,
That You are the Protector and Mother,
We can count your kindnesses,
But we can’t describe everyone.
When to sing of generosity to those who strive,
Silently we marvel at beauty.
The thought flows to glorify victory,
How did the Goths fall before You?
But more with a peaceful hand
You surprised the world.

A very unusual thing
So that everyone who gives gifts will bloom:
He has a strong body,
But his spirit is weak and his mind is immature;
In another the heavenly mind shines,
But his house is cramped,
And the spirit lacks strength.
Another became famous for his war,
But the world is denigrated by evil life
And he is at war with himself.

You, Goddess, are exalted
Souls and bodies of beauty,
That in many divided they shine,
You alone have everything.
We see that in You alone
Great Peter
with Ekaterina
Lives to our bliss.
The abyss of praise has opened!
The confused thought stopped,
That there are not enough words for this,

However, the spirit still strives,
The heat of the heart still simmers,
And jealousy is ashamed to remain silent:
O Muse, enhance your gift,
Speak with me to the ends of the earth,
How joyful Russia is now!
She touched the clouds
He sees no end to his power,
The thundering glory is saturated,
Resting among the meadows.

In fields filled with fruits,
Where are the Volga, Dnieper, Neva and Don,
With your pure streams
The noise makes the herds sleepy,
Sits and stretches out his legs
To the steppe, where Hina separates
A spacious wall from us;
Turns his cheerful gaze
And around the contentment he counts,
Reclining with your elbow on the Caucasus.

“Behold, by ours,” the advertisement said, “by hand
Azov lies defeated;
Destroyer of our peace
Executed by fire among the ramparts.
All the sultry Caspian shores,
Where, barbarously disdaining the raids,
Peter passed through the steppe and cronyism,
Reached the middle of Asia,
He erected his banners there,
Where the day was hidden by clouds of arrows.

They are spinning in my obedience
There are Lena, Ob and Yenisei,
Where many peoples strive
Many others have given me the gift of catching animals;
Having barely any cover for myself,
The ferocity of Boreas laughs;
They dare to follow monsters,
Where it reaches up to the clouds,
The gloomy clouds are torn apart,
Rising from the bottom of the sea, ice.

Here the Dnieper keeps my borders,
Where the proud Goth fell
From the ceremonial chariot,
With which he kept in bonds
Sarmatians and Saxons prisoners,
The Universe in ascended thoughts
He turned with one hand.
But he fell, and the sound reached him
To all countries, and moved by fear
With the Danube Vistula rapids.

It flows within the walls of Petrov
The Neva is full of fun,
Shines like a crown, purple,
The head is covered with laurels.
There they burn with equal jealousy
Hearts, like stones, all shine
In a night filled with joy.
O sweet age! O dear life!
Petropol, imitating the sky,
He emitted similar rays."

This Russia is delighted
In his joy he says;
Moscow is united, on its knees
Having fallen, he stands before You,
He stretches out his gray hair,
Goddess is waiting for you
To You alone I cry:
“Look at the scorched temples,
Look at the destroyed walls;
I wait for Your bounty."

Come, Most Red of the Morning,
Come, and with the lightness of your face,
And the shine of pure crimson
Comfort sad hearts
And return the golden time.
We are here in beloved peace
Let's move on to useful works.
While you are absent, you will be with us:
Covered with eagle krills,
Who dares to touch us?

But if pride is blinded
He dares to raise a horn against us,
Blessed are you in wives,
Against her assistant is God.
He will bow to You from the top of the heavens
And terrible clouds will come
To meet Your enemies.
As soon as you take up arms for battle,
Terror will come before You,
And then there will be smoke.

Ode on the day of the accession to the throne... of Elizabeth Petrovna, 1748. For the first time - dept. ed.: St. Petersburg, 1748.
This ode was a resounding success. People of all political views and personal preferences admired her. Thus, the Russian envoy to Sweden, Count II. I. Panin on December 19, 1748 (that is, almost immediately after receiving the ode) wrote from Stockholm to Vice-Chancellor Count M.I. Vorontsov, with whom he rarely agreed, but in this case, like his patron in the diplomatic department, highly assessed both the poetry and the political content of Lomonosov’s work: “Your Excellency deigned to kindly oblige me with the message of an ode to the work of Mr. Lomonosov. There is something, dear sir, to congratulate our fatherland at this time; This ode contains a notable experience. In my weak opinion, the writer’s thoughts and the poem go in equal steps in it, and hardly one comes before
it is possible to prefer others.” In a report on the celebrations on the occasion of the anniversary of Elizabeth’s accession to the throne, held at court on November 25, 1748, St. Petersburg Gazette reported that after the President of the Academy of Sciences K. G. Razumovsky presented Lomonosov’s ode to the Empress, she ordered to give the poet “ two thousand rubles as a reward,” which allowed him to largely pay off his numerous debts. Lomonosov wrote an ode in 1748 at a time of improvement and stabilization of his position in the Academy: he received a high response from L. Euler about his scientific works, Lomonosov’s enemy began to correspond with the great German scientist (and after all, sending Lomonosov’s works to L. Euler for reading, Lomonosov’s enemy I .-D. Schumacher counted on their destructive criticism and then on the neutralization of Lomonosov in all academic affairs), research in the Chemical Laboratory is in full swing, Lomonosov finally seeks the right to participate in determining the affairs of the Academic University (in the recruitment of students, drawing up the program, or “regulations”). ", etc.), he established relatively calm relations with his literary opponents V.K. Trediakovsky and A.P. Sumarokov (the latter, in his “Epistole on Poetry,” which also appeared in 1748, offers young poets odic creativity Lomonosov as a role model). All this, taken together, one must think, gave the ode its educational enthusiasm, majestic intonation and calm depth of judgment.
Dawn with a crimson hand... - See intro. article.
And to you, beloved Muses... - By Muses we mean all nine sisters - both the patroness of the arts and the patroness of the sciences; Lomonosov implies the recent despotic power of I.-D. Schumacher over all sciences at the St. Petersburg Academy, which, in fact, is what is said in the entire fourth stanza.
And the greedy flame devours the Minervin temple with a loud crash! — On the night of December 5, 1747, a fire broke out in the building of the Academic Library and the Kunstkamera, destroying many scientific documents and materials; there were rumors about an intruder.
The wealth of the mind tends to the bottom, to trembling feet! - “A realistic detail characteristic of Lomonosov: during a fire on December 5, 1747, printed but not yet bound academic publications, “folded in the upper academic store, near the tower,” were thrown to the ground from the windows and from the roof, and “many sheets scattered, some were soiled, trampled and wounded.” A similar fate befell Lomonosov’s “Rhetoric” (Lomonosov M.V.; Complete collected works, vol. 8, p. 947; see also: Materials for the “history of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, vol. VIII. St. Petersburg, 1895, p. 626).
The lion now only looks at the fence, whereby his path to the herd is blocked. — Lomonosov here refers to the peace treaty between Russia and Sweden in 1743, which significantly moved the Russian border to the west; "Lion" is the symbolic designation of Sweden.
“Behold, with our hand,” the advert said, “where the day was hidden by clouds of arrows...” - “Stanza 18 contains a very subtle and caustic political hint: the Azov fortress, taken by Peter I in 1696, returned to Turkey by the Treaty of Prut in 1711 and again taken by Russian troops in 1736, it was razed at the request of Turkey in 1741, when Osterman was the head of Russian foreign policy. Thus, Lomonosov’s words “by our... hand... defeated Azov” can be interpreted in two ways: both as praise to those who took it, and as a bitter reproach to those who destroyed it with their own hands. The words about the “Caspian shores” are also ambiguous: glorifying the Persian campaign of Peter I (1722), Lomonosov with the same bitterness as about Azov
e, reminds that the entire western coast of the Caspian Sea, which Peter I treasured extremely, conquered by Russian troops, was given to Persia without any reason during the years of Bironovism" (Lomonosov M.V. Poln. sobr. soch., vol. 8 , p. 948).
Here the Dnieper guards my borders, Where the proud Goth fell... - This refers to the defeat of Charles XII in the Battle of Poltava.
Sarmatov and Saxon prisoners... - Poland and Saxony were forced by Charles XII to take his side.
...the sound of it... moved with fear With the Danube Vistula rapids. - That is, the echo of the defeat of Charles XII made the “rapids” of the Danube and Vistula move even faster in fear, in other words, it struck Turkey and Poland with fear.
Petropol, imitating the sky, emitted similar rays. — On the occasion of the holidays of Elizabeth’s accession to the throne, illuminations were organized in St. Petersburg.
Look at the scorched churches... - In May 1748, six large fires occurred in Moscow.
But if the pride of blindness dares to raise a horn against us... - This refers, as they now say, to the revanchist sentiments of Sweden, incited by France and Prussia.

Oh yeah
on the day of accession to the All-Russian throne
Her Majesty the Empress
Elisaveta Petrovna 1747

Kings and kingdoms of the earth are a delight,
Beloved silence,
The bliss of the villages, the city fence,
How useful and beautiful you are!
The flowers around you are full of flowers
And the fields in the fields turn yellow;
The ships are full of treasures
They dare to follow you into the sea;
You pour in with a generous hand
Your wealth on earth.

Great light of the world,
Shining from the eternal heights
On beads, gold and purple,
For all earthly beauties,
He lifts his gaze to all countries,
But he doesn’t find anything more beautiful in the world
Elizabeth and you.
Besides that, you are above everything;
The soul of her zephyr is quieter,
And the vision is more beautiful than heaven.

When she took the throne,
As the Most High gave her a crown,
Brought you back to Russia
Put an end to the war;
She kissed you when she received you:
I'm full of those victories, she said,
For whom blood flows.
I enjoy Russian happiness,
I don't change their calmness
The whole west and east.

Befitting the divine lips,
Monarch, this gentle voice:
O how worthily exalted
This day and that blessed hour,
When from a joyful change
The Petrovs raised the walls
Splash and click to the stars!
When you carried the cross with your hand
And she took her to the throne with her
Your kindness is a beautiful face!

So that the word can be equal to them,
Our strength is small;
But we can't help ourselves
From singing your praises.
Your generosity is encouraging
Our spirit is driven to run,
Like a swimmer's show-off, the wind is capable
The waves break through the ravines;
He leaves the shore with joy;
The food flies between the depths of the water.

Then the sciences are divine
Through mountains, rivers and seas
They extended their hands to Russia,
To this monarch saying:
"We are ready with utmost care
Submit in the Russian gender new
Fruits of the purest mind."
The monarch calls them to himself,
Russia is already waiting
It is useful to see their work.

But ah, cruel fate!
A worthy husband of immortality,
The reason for our bliss,
To the unbearable sorrow of our souls
The envious one is rejected by fate,
He plunged us into deep tears!
Having filled our ears with sobs,
The leaders of Parnassus revolted,
And the muses saw off with a cry
The most luminous spirit enters the heavenly door.

In so much righteous sadness
Their path was doubtful;
And just as they walked they wished
Look at the coffin and the deeds.
But meek Catherine,
There is only one joy in Petra,
Accepts them with a generous hand.
Oh, if only her life could last longer,
Sekwana would have been ashamed long ago
With your art in front of the Neva!

What kind of lordship surrounds
Is Parnassus in great sorrow?
Oh, if it rattles in agreement there
Pleasant strings, sweetest voice!
All the hills are covered with faces;
Cries are heard in the valleys:
Great Peter's daughter
Father's generosity exceeds
The muses' satisfaction aggravates
And fortunately he opens the door.

Worthy of great praise
When the number of your victories
A warrior can compare battles
And he lives in the field all his life;
But the warriors are subject to him,
His praises are always included,
And noise in the shelves from all sides
The sounding glory drowns out,
And the thunder of trumpets disturbs her
The lamentable groan of the vanquished.

This is your only glory,
Monarch, belongs,
Vast is your power
Oh how he thanks you!
Look at the mountains above,
Look into your wide fields,
Where is the Volga, Dnieper, where the Ob flows;
Wealth is hidden in them,
Science will be frank,
What blooms with your generosity.

A lot of land space
When the Almighty ordered
Happy citizenship to you,
Then I opened the treasures,
What India boasts of;
But Russia demands it
By the art of approved hands.
This will cleanse the vein of gold;
The stones will feel the power too
Sciences restored by you.

Although the constant snow
The northern country is covered,
Where the frozen boar's wings
Your banners flutter;
But God is between the icy mountains
Great for its miracles:
There Lena is pure rapids,
Like the Nile, he will give the peoples drink
And Bregi finally loses,
Comparing the width of the sea.

Since many are unknown to mortals
Nature creates miracles,
Where the density of animals is cramped
There are deep forests
Where in the luxury of cool shadows
On the flock of galloping fir trees
The cry did not disperse the catchers;
The hunter did not aim his bow anywhere;
The farmer knocks with an ax
Didn't frighten the singing birds.

Wide open field
Where should the muses stretch their path!
To your magnanimous will
What can we repay for this?
We will glorify your gift to heaven
And we will put up a sign of your generosity,
Where the sun rises and where is Cupid
Spinning in the green banks,
Wanting to come back again
To your power from Manzhur.

Behold the gloomy eternity of the cuff
Hope opens to us!
Where there are no rules, no law,
Wisdom there builds the temple;
Ignorance pales before it.
There the wet fleet path turns white,
And the sea tries to give in:
Russian Columbus through the waters
Hastens to unknown nations
Proclaim your bounties.

There, sown by the darkness of islands,
The river is like the ocean;
Heavenly blue blankets,
The peacock is put to shame by the corvid.
There are clouds of different birds flying there,
What variegation exceeds
Tender spring clothes;
Eating in fragrant groves
And floating in pleasant streams,
They don't know harsh winters.

And behold, Minerva strikes
To the top of Rifeyski with a copy;
Silver and gold are running out
In all your inheritance.
Pluto is restless in the crevices,
What the Russians are putting into their hands
Dredge his metal from the pores,
Which nature hid there;
From the brilliance of the daylight
He looks away gloomily.

O you who await
Fatherland from its depths
And he wants to see them,
Which ones are calling from foreign countries,
Oh, your days are blessed!
Be of good cheer now
It’s your kindness to show
What can Platonov's own
And the quick-witted Newtons
Russian land gives birth.

Sciences nourish youths,
Joy is served to the old,
In a happy life they decorate,
In case of an accident they take care of it;
There's joy in troubles at home
And on distant journeys there is no hindrance.
Science is used everywhere
Among the nations and in the desert,
In the noise of the city and alone,
Sweet in peace and in work.

To you, O source of mercy,
O angel of our peaceful years!
The Almighty is your helper,
Who dares with his pride,
Seeing our peace,
To rebel against you with war;
The creator will save you
In all ways I am without stumbling
And your life is blessed
It will be compared with the number of your bounties.

Notes

In 1747, Elizabeth's government increased funding for academic needs. Perhaps, only in the “Khotyn” ode can the lyrical “delight” be compared in strength and sincerity with the emotional rise of the ode of 1747. The point here, of course, is not a partial improvement in the academic budget in itself. The fact is that this fact gave Lomonosov the opportunity to glorify his most sincere idea - the idea of ​​​​the high national, state and moral benefit of the sciences. The ode of 1747 is rightfully one of Lomonosov’s most popular poetic works. Both in theme (Motherland, science, glorification of “silence”, peace) and in artistic decoration, this poem has no parallel in the odic poetry of that time.