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Date: 23.09.2019

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You don’t love me, you don’t regret me

You don’t love me, you don’t regret me
Am I not a little handsome?
Without looking in the face, you are thrilled with passion,
Putting your hands on my shoulders.

Young, with a sensual grin,
I am not gentle with you and not rude.
Tell me, how many did you caress?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?

I know - they passed like shadows,
Without touching your fire
To many you sat on your knees
And now you sit here with me.

Let your eyes half closed
And you think of somebody else
I don't really love you myself,
Drowning in the distant road.

Don't call this ardor fate
A quick-tempered connection is easily thoughtful, -
How I happened to meet you
I will smile, quietly dispersed.

Yes, and you will go your own way
Diffuse the bleak days
Just don't touch the unkissed ones,
Only do not beckon the immature ones.

And when with another down the lane
You will pass, talking about love,
Maybe I'll go out for a walk,
And we will meet with you again.

Turning your shoulders to another closer
And leaning down a little,
You will say to me quietly: "Good evening!"
I will answer: "Good evening, miss."

And nothing will disturb the soul
And nothing will make her shiver, -
He who has loved cannot love,
You cannot set fire to those who have burned down.

Birch

White birch
Under my window
Covered with snow
Like silver.

On fluffy branches
With a snowy border
Brushes blossomed
White fringe.

And there is a birch
In the sleepy silence
And the snowflakes are burning
In a golden fire.

And the dawn, lazily
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

Shagane you are mine, Shagane!

Shagane you are mine, Shagane!
I'm ready to tell you the field
About wavy rye in the moonlight.
Shagane you are mine, Shagane.

Because I'm from the north or something,
That the moon is a hundred times bigger there,
No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,
It is no better than Ryazan's expanse.
Because I'm from the north, or something.

I'm ready to tell you the field
I took this hair from the rye,
If you want, knit on your finger -
I don't feel any pain at all.
I am ready to tell you the field.

About wavy rye under the moon
Guess my curls.
Honey, joke, smile
Do not wake only the memory in me
About wavy rye in the moonlight.

Shagane you are mine, Shagane!
There, in the north, the girl too,
She looks terribly like you
Maybe he is thinking about me ...
Shagane you are mine, Shagane.

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Name: Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich
Birthday: October 3, 1895
Place of Birth: Konstantinovo, Ryazan district, Ryazan province, Russian Empire
Date of death: December 28, 1925
A place of death: Leningrad, USSR

Biography of Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin

Everyone knows and loves Sergei Yesenin for his simplicity and rebelliousness. Many people know his work by heart, and some phrases have become winged. For his absolutely short life the writer left many good poems, so beloved by all of us.

Sergei Yesenin was born into the family of a simple peasant Alexander Nikitich Yesenin and Tatyana Fedorovna Titova. His mother was forced into marriage. Apparently due to the lack of love and understanding, the family soon fell apart. eh.

When Sergey was 2 years old, his mother left, and her parents were engaged in upbringing. The family was wealthy enough. Also, he was raised by three uncles who were not married. Yesenin said that his three uncles were quite cheerful. They taught him to swim by simply throwing him into the water to the depths.

As the poet himself admitted in the future, it was grandmother's tales, stories and ditties that caused him to want to write poetry. In addition, every evening they read church books with their grandfather.

Sergei Yesenin began his education at the Konstantinovskaya zemstvo school, where he entered in 1904. He studied there for 5 years instead of the prescribed 4 because of his bad behavior... Parents dreamed that the boy would become teachers in a rural school, he was sent in 1909 to a parish school in the village of Spas-Klepiki, which was not far from Konstantinov. The boy himself wanted a completely different future for himself ...

After leaving school, Yesenin went to his father in Moscow, where he found a job for him. But future writer left there and began to work in the printing house of I. Sytin as an assistant to the proofreader. It was there that he met and fell in love with Izryadnova Anna Romanovna. From their civil marriage, a son, Yuri, was born. As the woman herself later said, she saw Sergei for the last time before his death. He came to say goodbye to her, because he felt bad, he had to leave, and, as the poet said, he would probably die soon.

Yesenin published the first verse "Birch" in Moscow in the children's magazine "Mirok". He also joined the I. Surikov musical and literary circle, in which there were many novice simple poets.

Sergei Yesenin left for Leningrad in 1915 and there he already met Blok, Klyuev, Goroetsky. In 1916, Yesenin's first collection, entitled "Radunitsa", was published.

In 1917, he first married Reich Zinaida Nikolaevna, they had two children - Kostya and Tanya. But after a year, the couple breaks up. The boy was born after Yesenin left. Once he was on the train and found out that Zinaida was traveling in another carriage with the children, but he had never seen Kostya. A friend with whom he was traveling persuaded him to go to his ex-wife. Yesenin agreed, but was not enthusiastic about this idea. When Reich showed the child, the poet only said that there are no dark Yesenins and left. Although, according to witnesses, he always carried photographs of his children with him.

In 1919, Yesenin wrote the first poems "Inonia" and "Mares' ships".

In 1920, the writer met Galina Benislavskaya, relations with whom lasted intermittently until 1925. When Yesenin finally broke off relations with her, for Galina it was a real tragedy. As a result, she shot herself at the grave of the writer, leaving a note in which she wrote that "in this grave for me everything is most precious ..."

In September 1921, Sergei met the famous dancer Isadora Duncan, and in the spring of 1922 they were getting married. It is with this woman that the poet travels the world.

Relations with Duncan also went wrong and they soon part ways. After that, Yesenin marries Tolstaya Sofya Andreevna, the granddaughter of Leo Tolstoy, however, this marriage soon fell apart, just a couple of months later.

It is worth noting that Sergei Yesenin was officially married 3 times, but at the same time he had much more women. He had two married children and two illegitimate children.

Over time, depression began to consume the poet. He was increasingly condemned for brawls, hooliganism, accused of alcohol abuse. In November 1925, Sophia Tolstaya agreed and he was placed in a neuropsychiatric clinic in Moscow. Only a very narrow circle of people knew about this.

In December, Yesenin leaves the clinic and leaves for Leningrad, where he rents a room in the notorious Angleterre hotel. V the last days his life he met with famous literary figures.

On December 28, 1925, Sergei Yesenin was found hanged in a hotel room. On the table lay a suicide note with the verse "Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ..." As it became known, that day the writer complained that there was no ink in the room and he had to write with his own blood.

For a long time, only one version of the death of the great poet was put forward - suicide due to prolonged depression, and only many years later another version appeared - murder with a staged suicide.

Today Yesenin is loved for his special style of poetry, for beautiful poems about homeland, nature, love. Sensuality, simplicity and love of life made Sergei Yesenin the idol of many.

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Bibliography of Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin

Small poems

Song of Evpatiy Kolovrat
Martha Posadnitsa
Mikola
Rus
Mustache
Singing Call
Comrade
Father
Oktoih
Coming
Transformation
Jordan dove
Inonia
Heavenly drummer
Pantokrator
Mare ships
Sorokoust
Hooligan's confession
Homecoming
Soviet Russia
Homeless Russia
Leaving Russia
In the Caucasus
To the poets of Georgia
Ballad of twenty six
Letter to a woman
Letter from mother
Answer
Stanzas
Letter to grandfather
Lenin
Blizzard
Spring
Letter to sister
My way
The tale of Petya the shepherd boy

Poems

The Legend of Evpatiy Kolovrat
Pugachev
Anna Snegina
Song of the great march
Poem about 36
The country of villains
Black man

Fictional prose

Bobyl and Druzhok
Iron Mirgorod
By the white water
Yar

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We bring to your attention a collection of poems by Sergei Yesenin performed by Viktor Nikitin. LYRICS 1. "Where the mystery always sleeps ..." 02:08 2. "Beloved land ...", "You are my abandoned land ..." 03:59 3. Rus 05:54 4. "Do not wander , do not crumple in the crimson bushes ... " 02:18 5. "Over the mountains, behind the yellow valleys ..." 01:39 6. "The winds were not blowing in vain ..." 01:47 7. "Wake me up early tomorrow ..." 01:54 8. " The soul is sad about heaven ... "01:30 9." Songs, songs - what are you shouting about ... "01:39 10." It's good for the autumn freshness ... "01:29 11. Song about a dog 02: 26 12. Mares' ships 05:06 13. "You are my side, your side ..." 02:31 14. Wolf's death 02:45 15. "I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry ..." 02:43 16. Letter to mother 02:50 17. Son of a bitch 02:13 18. "Life is a deception, with enchanting longing ..." 02:09 19. "Bless every work, good luck ..." 02:24 20. Rus Soviet 06: 58 From the cycle "MOSCOW KABATSKAYA" 21. "I will not deceive myself ..." 01:59 22. "Yes, now it has been decided without a return ..." 01:39 23. "They drink here again, fight and cry .. . "02:53 24." Harmonica rash ... "02:11 25." Sing, sing ... "03:06 26." I have only one fun left ... "02:39 From the cycle" LOVE OF A HOOLIGAN "27." A blue fire swept around ... "01:56 28." You are so simple as everyone else ... "02:29 29." Let you be drunk by others ... "02:21 30." Darling, sit down next ... "02:41 31." I'm sad to look at you ... "01:45 32." You don't torture me with coolness ... "02:44 33." Evening black eyebrows set ... "02 : 13 PERFORMED BY THE AUTHOR 34. Monologue Clappers from the dramatic poem "Pugachev" 01:50 35. Confession of a bully 03:21 36. "Wake me up early tomorrow ..." 01:51 37. "I left my home ..." 01:22... Further

The book includes the most piercing and touching poems about the love of the great Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the poet of the naked heart, heartfelt mind, great moral purity. The publication is provided with extensive illustrative material: paintings and graphics of artists Yesenin's time coexists with the works of contemporary authors, creating a unique visual series for the poetic lines of Sergei Yesenin.... Further
Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin (1895-1925) is an outstanding Russian poet. According to literary scholars, in early period creativity - a representative of the new peasant poetry, later - an imagist. But these definitions are nothing more than clichés and do not reflect the true essence of his gift. For understanding, for the complete acceptance of Yesenin, one must also love the native land and all living things on it, as he did. The poet carried two characteristic features of the people throughout his short life: a very serious attitude towards himself, towards his work and mercy towards his neighbors. Poems and poems are read by Denis Semenov. The audio performance "Theater of Musical Drama" "Emelyan Pugachev", staged based on the poem "Pugachev" by Sergei Yesenin, resurrects one of the most dramatic eras Russian history ... Listen to these expressive lines, imbued with love and compassion for the oppressed people - and immerse yourself with the author and actors inspired by his poetry into the atmosphere of the greatest popular uprising of the 18th century. Screenplay and production by Denis Semenov. Roles are performed by: Pugachev - Denis Semyonov Kirpichnikov - Alexander Bychkov Karavaev - Stanislav Fedorchuk Zarubin - Alexey Gromov Khlopusha - Alexey Andreev Tvorogov - Alexey Rossoshansky ... theater actors and the Cossack folk song "Black Raven, you are my stranger friend ..." in Spanish. Alexei Rossoshansky. "Pugachev's Theme" - music and arrangement by Denis Semenov. Artistic director Denis Semyonov. Recorded in 2010. Russia. “It's already evening. Dew ... "" Where there are cabbage beds ... "" Winter sings - echoes ... "Imitation of the song. "The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake ..." "The flood licked the silt with smoke ..." "Under the wreath of forest chamomile ..." "Tanyusha was good, it was not more beautiful in the village ..." "The night is dark, I can't sleep ..." "Mother went to the Bather in the forest ..." "Play, play, talian, raspberry furs ..." , the cat is sleeping on a bar ... "Birch. Powder. Easter Annunciation. Good morning! Mother's prayer. Coachman. "Trinity morning, morning canon ..." "Beloved land! The heart is dreaming ... "" I will go to the skufie as a humble monk ... "" The Lord was walking to torture people in love ... "In the hut. “Along the village with a crooked path ...” “Goy you, my dear Rus ...” “I am a shepherd; my chambers ... "" My side, side ... "" The melted clay is drying ... "" The pilgrims are walking along the road ... "" You are my abandoned land ... "" Black, then smelling like howling ... " Bird cherry. "Weave a wreath for you alone ..." Evening. "On the wattle fence there are bagels ..." "On a heavenly blue dish ..." "In the land where the yellow nettles ..." "I am here again, in my own family ..." "Do not wander, do not wrinkle in the crimson bushes ..." Cow. Song of the dog. Herd. "The weight and the field, and the crowing of the roosters ..." The missing month. "Behind a dark strand of forest trees ..." Autumn. "Hides the month behind the barns ..." "Over the mountains, behind the yellow valleys ..." "The lights are burning across the river ..." Grandfather. "A white scroll and a scarlet sash ..." "The mountain ash turned red, the water turned blue ..." "Clouds from the foal ..." Fox. Singing call. Comrade. "Oh Rus, flap your wings ..." "Wake me up early tomorrow ..." "The fields are squeezed, the groves are bare ..." "About arable land, arable land, arable land ..." "Oh, I believe, there is happiness! .." ... "" Open to me, the transcendental guardian ... "" Here it is, stupid happiness ... "" I will look in the field, I will look into the sky ... "Transformation. Jordanian dove. Heavenly drummer. "Green hairstyle ..." "I left my dear home ..." "Well, under the autumn freshness ..." "Golden foliage began to spin ..." Cantata. Mare ships. Hooligan. Sorokoust. Confession of a bully. Wolf's death. “I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ....” “Do not swear. Such a thing! .. "" All living things are celebrated with a special meth from an early time ... "" Yes! It has now been decided. Without a return ... "" I will not deceive myself ... "" I have only one fun left ... "" A blue fire swept around ... "" You are so simple as everyone else ... " Poem about 36 Homecoming. Soviet Russia. Leaving Russia. Lenin. Letter to a woman. Letter from mother. Answer. Letter to grandfather. Letter to mother. Pushkin. “The golden grove dissuaded me…” “I asked the money changer today…” “You are my Shagane, Shagane! ..” “Being a poet means the same…” “There are such doors in Khorassan…” Captain of the land. The tale of Pete the shepherd boy, his commissioner and the cow kingdom. A letter to my sister. My way. Black man. "Dawn calls to another ..." "Untold, blue, gentle ..." To Katchalov's dog. "Well, kiss me, kiss ..." On the back of the cap ... "" Above the window a month. The wind is under the window ... "" Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy ... "To Sister Shura. “Oh, you sleigh! And horses, horses! .. "" Do you hear - the sleigh is racing ... "" You are my fallen maple, icy maple ... "" What a night! I can not. I can't sleep… ”“ You don’t love me, you don’t regret… ”“ Maybe late, maybe too early… ”“ Goodbye, my friend, goodbye… ”Anna Snegina (poem). Emelyan Pugachev... Further
“The village, then, is ours - Radovo, Dvorov, read it, two hundred. To the one who looked at him, Our places are pleasant. We are rich in forest and water, There are pastures, there are fields. And poplars are planted all over the land ... "... More
For some reason, many schoolchildren think that the works of the classics are boring and uninteresting: after all, writers and poets have lived for a long time and wrote about problems far from modern man... The series "World Classics for Children" will surely convince such schoolchildren - it contains names, known not only in our country, but also abroad. The new collection of the series presents the poems of Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin, a poet whose life was closely connected with the fate of Russia, its nature, people and turbulent events of the early 20th century. Traditionally, S. Yesenin at school is presented as a "peasant" poet who wrote about the nature of his native land. Our book will help schoolchildren expand their understanding of him as a person: according to Sergei Yesenin himself, his entire biography is in verse. And in them he - and "Moscow mischievous reveler", and for animals "good friend", and "bawdy and brawler", and the prodigal son, who had time to see a lot in his thirty years, and " the last poet villages ", and a quivering lover, and just" your acquaintance. " For middle school age.... Further
"They say that I will soon become a famous Russian poet ..." S. Yesenin This collection includes 90 selected poems by one of the most beloved and controversial Russian poets. Lyrical and heartbreaking poems by Sergei Yesenin are read by Mikhail Kozakov and Vladimir Levashev. Lullaby "Winter sings, hunts ..." sings Olga Budina. Scarlet darkness in the heavenly mob ... Oh, how many cats there are in the world ... Birch To be a poet means the same thing ... In a hut In this world I am only a passer-by ... Winds, winds, oh snowy winds ... Evening black eyebrows set ... In the blue evening, in the moonlit evening ... Apparently, this is the way it is forever ... Here it is, stupid happiness ... It's already evening. Dew ... All living things with a special meta ... The red wings of the sunset are fading away ... Where are you, where are you, father's house ... Goy you, Russia, my dear ... Blue jacket. Blue eyes ... Grandfather Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ... Darling, let's sit next to ... The soul is sad about heaven ... There is bright joy under the shade of the bushes ... Golden foliage is spinning ... A blizzard sweeps away ... A blue fire swept around ... Dawn calls out to another ... Green hairstyle ... Confession of a bully You are my fallen maple, green maple ... Witch Queen Beloved Land! My heart is dreaming ... You are my abandoned land ... Mother went to the Bather in the forest ... Small forests. They gave me the steppe ... I have only one fun left ... Now we are leaving a little ... There is a month above the window. The wind under the window ... Do not wander, do not wrinkle in the crimson bushes ... You did not believe in my God ... I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ... Is the sky so white? blue shutters... Well, kiss me, kiss me ... Oh Mother of God ... The road thought about the red evening ... The golden grove dissuaded ... The song about the dog Letter to the woman Letter to the mother The pilgrims walk along the road ... oops ... Goodbye, Baku! I won't see you ... Hides a month behind barns ... Let you be drunk by another ... Wake me up early tomorrow ... Sweet hands - a pair of swans ... Departing Russia Good morning Blue fog. Snowy expanse ... They drink here again, fight and cry ... To Kachalov's dog Sorokoust Feather grass is sleeping. Dear plain ... My side, my side ... Rash, harmonica. Boredom ... Boredom ... Weave a wreath for you alone ... Swamp and swamps ... Trinity morning, morning canon ... Sing me that song that used to be ... You don't love me, you don't regret ... Flowers Flowers tell me - goodbye ... Bird cherry Shagane you are mine, Shagane! ... The Lord walked to torture people in love ... Now this sadness cannot be scattered ... I have not seen such beautiful ... I am delirious in the first snow ... I left my home ... I remember, my beloved, I remember ... I am the last poet of the village ... I asked the money changer today ... I wretched wanderer ... I was not so tired yet ...... Further
Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin (1895-1925) is one of the best and most beloved Russian poets. In his lines - life itself in all its manifestations: from revelry and sin to pure love and holiness. A whole palette of feelings, everything that torments and pleases - at a glance. The images are original and colorful, sometimes transparent, sometimes mysterious, as mysterious as the ambiguous personality of this brightly talented person. How mysterious is his tragic fate ... The publication, specially prepared for the 120th anniversary of the birth of Sergei Yesenin, contains information about him, as they say, first-hand. Fragments of letters and memoirs of Maxim Gorky, Galina Benislavskaya, Vladimir Mayakovsky, Dmitry Furmanov, Alexander Blok and many other contemporaries and friends of the poet are presented in the form of a dramatization. You will also hear selected works of the poet and his autobiography. Sergey Yesenin - Kirill Pletnev G. Benislavskaya, O. Tolstaya - Elena Yatsenko D. Furmanov, A. Voronsky - Dmitry Mukhamadeev I. Gruzinov, V. Mayakovsky - Grigory Danziger I. Evdokimov, investigator - Dmitry Kostyaev M. Gorky, F. Ellens - Fedor Stepanov V. Nasedkin, A. Blok - Viktor Sapelkin T. F. Yesenina, the poet's mother - Elina Butskaya Sound engineer-director - Anton Lushev Sound engineers - Alexander Kaplun, Alexander Borisov Directors - Elena Likhacheva, Fedor Stepanov Producer - Elena Likhacheva Poet - about myself, contemporaries - about the poet Fragments of letters and memoirs Autobiography of 1922 and 1923. Alexander Blok. From a letter to M.P. Murashev. March 9, 1915 T.F. Yesenin. Memories of his son Maksim Gorky. Remembrance of Sergei Yesenin Galina Benislavskaya. Memories of Yesenin Alexander Blok. From a letter to S. Yesenin. October 21, 1915 A.K. Voronsky. In memory of Yesenin Ivan Gruzinov. Yesenin I. V. Evdokimov. Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin V.F. Nasedkin. Yesenin's last year D.A. Furmanov. Sergei Yesenin V.V. Mayakovsky. Memories of Yesenin (From the article "How to make poetry?") Works by Sergei Yesenin 1. "There are donuts hanging on the wattle fence ..." 2. A dancer 3. A letter from mother 4. A song about a dog 5. "I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ... "6." I have only one fun ... "7." I have not been so tired yet ... "8. Broadway (Excerpt from the article" Iron Mirgorod ") 9." This is not the point, friends ... "(Excerpt from the poem" Country of Scoundrels ") 10." Evening black eyebrows raised ... "11." Black man "(Excerpt from the poem, second part) 12." Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ... "13." Wake me up early tomorrow ... "14 Bully 15. “I won’t deceive myself…” 16. “The sky is like a bell…” (Excerpt from the poem “Jordanian dove”) 17. “Rash, harmonica. Boredom ... Boredom ... "18." I want to be quiet and strict ... "19." You all wear sheep skins ... "(Excerpt from the poem" Country of villains ") 20." Blue fog. Snowy expanse ... "21." This is the country ... "(Excerpt from the poem" Soviet Russia ") 22. "Keeping the covenant of native beliefs ...." 23. “Yes, now it's decided. No return ... "Reading actor Kirill Pletnev... Further
We invite you to listen to the lyrics of Sergei Yesenin performed by the author, as well as famous actors, recognized masters of the artistic word: Vsevolod Aksyonov, Vasily Kachalov, Nikolai Pershin and Vladimir Yakhontov. Reads the author "Wake me up early tomorrow ..." "I left dear home ... "Confession of a bully. Monologue Crackers from the poem" Pugachev "" A mysterious world, my ancient world ... " , I don’t call, I don’t cry ... "" Let you be drunk to others ... "" Evening black eyebrows frowned ... "To Pushkin's son of a bitch Letter to mother Letter to a woman" We are now leaving a little ... " me that song that before ... "To Katchalov's dog Reads Vasily Katchalov Song of the dog" We are now leaving a little ... "" You are my fallen maple, icy maple ... " "You are my shagane, Shagane! .." "The golden grove dissuaded ..." Steppe and gave ... "To the dog of Katchalov" You don’t love me, you don’t regret ... "" Uncomfortable liquid moonliness ... " say - goodbye ... "... Further
The collection of poetry includes the most famous poems of the great Russian poet Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin, dedicated to nature and the seasons. ... Further

The aim of this poetic anthology is to show most vividly creative way poet, to emphasize his loyalty to selected topics. These are, first of all, the origins of Yesenin's poetry itself: Russia, its history, its nature, the world of the patriarchal Russian countryside. This is a theme of love, light and lyrical and at the same time stormy and tragic. This is a new, cruel post-October world that turned the past over, which Yesenin tried, but could not accept. And, finally, "defenseless confession", bitter reflections on oneself, longing for the lost purity and ideals of youth. The anthology begins with a small prose fragment "About Me", a poetic autobiography that helps to penetrate Yesenin's poetry. Then there are 222 poems, among them both the most famous and beloved, and less well-known, including early ones, opening the sometimes unexpected Yesenin. Among them: "It's already evening, Dew ...", "Winter is singing - hunts", "You are my dear Rus", "Song of the dog", "I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ...", "Letter to the mother" ( "You are still alive, my old lady ..."), "Let you be drunk to others ...", Do not wry a smile ... "," The golden grove dissuaded ... "," Kachalov's dog "," Letter to a woman "," Low house with blue shutters ... "," You are my fallen maple, icy maple ... "," You do not love me, you do not regret ... ", the cycle" Persian motives "unsurpassed in its subtle lyricism, and the last, farewell" Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ... ". The next section - the so-called "small poems", among which: "Rus", "Us", "Charm", "Octoih", "Transfiguration", "Jordanian pigeon", "Inonia", "Pantokrator", "Mares' ships" , "Sorokoust", "Confessions of a Hooligan", "Return to the Homeland", "Soviet Russia", "Homeless Russia", "Leaving Russia", "In the Caucasus", "To the Poets of Georgia", "Ballad of Twenty-Six", "Letter to a woman "," Letter from mother "," Answer "," Letter to grandfather "," Letter to sister "," Blizzard "," My way ". t anthology of four poems: "Pugachev", "Poem about 36", "Anna Snegina" and the tragic "Black Man".... Further

The book includes the best lyric poems by Sergei Yesenin. "You are my fallen maple ...", "Letter to my mother", "I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ..." - these and other poems set to music have become truly folk songs. ... Further
The book by Sergei Aleksandrovich Yesenin of the "Poetic Class" series includes all the poet's poems that are now included in the Standard for Literature and the main author's programs. Together with his other masterpieces, also included in the collection, they will give a comprehensive idea of the unique lyrical gift of this classic of Russian literature of the 20th century.... Further
“Life is a deception with enchanting longing, That is why it is so strong, That with its rude hand Fatal writes letters. I always when I will close my eyes, I say: "Only disturb your heart, Life is a deception, but it sometimes Decorates with joy a lie ..." ... Read more
In his 1925 essay "About Me" Sergei Yesenin indicated several dates and meetings, and at the end he summed up: "As for the rest of the autobiographical information, they are in my poems." Neither revolution, nor women, nor important meetings, not even the poet's suicide will not reveal to the end that nagging the feeling that infinitely gentle and soulful poetry gives him.... Further
Lyrics by S. Yesenin performed by V. Pavlova. 1. "Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ..." 2. "Where there are cabbage beds ..." 3. "Over the mountains, beyond the yellow valleys ..." 4. "High water with smoke ..." 5. "Beloved land! The heart is dreaming ... "6." I am a shepherd, my chambers ... "7." In the land where the yellow nettles ... "8." About the edge of rains and bad weather ... "9." The winds were not blowing in vain ... "10. Cow 11." Spring does not look like joy ... "12." I will look in the field, I will look at the sky ... "13." Here it is, stupid happiness ... "14." I am the last poet of the village ... "15." I'm tired of living in my native land ... "16." All living things with a special meta ... "17. Do not swear! Such a thing! 18. “I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ...” 19. “I won’t deceive myself…” 20. “Yes! Now it's decided. No return ... "21." Rash, harmonica. Boredom ... Boredom ... "22." Sing, sing. On the damned guitar ... "23. Letter to mother 24." I have only one fun ... "25." The blue fire swept around ... "26." We are now leaving a little ... "27." Dissuaded the golden grove ... "28." Blue May. Rising warmth ... "29." Untold, blue, gentle ... "30." Burn, my star, don't fall ... "31. Confession of a bully 32. Snowstorm 33. Black man 34. Commentary by Sergei Gandlevsky... Further
The book includes poems by S.A. Yesenin, which are included in the literature program for primary school and grades 5-11.
"We still do not realize a lot, Pets of Lenin's victory, And we sing new songs In the old way, As our grandmothers and grandfathers taught us ..."
For a romantic heart, the poems of the great Russian poet Sergei Yesenin are something that falls on the soul, like a song, and is remembered forever. An aching intonation, piercing confessionality, penetration into the innermost depths of the soul; exactly those words are spoken that are consonant the thoughts and feelings of the reader. We admit: each of us is ready to appropriate Yesenin's lines - as if our own feelings have acquired the ability to speak about beauty. During his lifetime, Yesenin published thirty poetry books and collections: his first book was published when the poet was barely twenty years old, and the last poem, written in his own blood, was written down by him a little over ten years later. "May you be forever blessed that it has come to prosper and die." Previously, the book was published under the title "I remember, beloved, I remember ..."... Further
The power of Yesenin's talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through it, we seem to see not only the life of the human soul, usually hidden from sight, but also the life of society and of time itself. "Poem about 36" is dedicated to political exiles, fighters against autocracy, revolutionary prisoners of the Shlisselburg fortress.... Further
The power of Yesenin's talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through it, we seem to see not only the life of the human soul, usually hidden from sight, but also the life of society and of time itself. This edition includes all currently known poems by Sergei Yesenin.... Further
The book includes the best lyric poems by Sergei Yesenin. “You are my fallen maple ...”, “Letter to my mother”, “I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ...” - these and other poems set to music have become truly folk songs. ... Further
“The village, then, is ours - Radovo, Dvorov, read it, two hundred. To the one who looked at him, Our places are pleasant. We are rich in forest and water, There are pastures, there are fields. And poplars are planted all over the land ... "... More
Before you is a book from the series "Classics in School", which contains all the works studied in primary and high school and high school. Don't waste time looking literary works, because these books have everything you need to read on school curriculum: and for reading in class, and for extracurricular activities. Save your child from lengthy searches and unfulfilled lessons. The book includes poems and poems by S. A. Yesenin, studied in middle and senior classes.... Further
"... the Russian land did not produce anything more indigenous, naturally appropriate and generic than Sergei Yesenin ..." - wrote Boris Pasternak. A fair-haired handsome man, a reveler, a favorite of women, he was generously endowed by nature; Yesenin's poetry was distinguished by its special musicality and subtle lyricism, his talent only improved over the years. But fate gave the poet a short time - at thirty he passed away. As part of the book, the poetic and prose works of S.A. Yesenin are presented with sufficient completeness.... Further
The power of Yesenin's talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through it, we seem to see not only the life of the human soul, usually hidden from sight, but also the life of society and of time itself. "Lenin" - an excerpt from the unfinished poem "Walk-field" ... More
Sergei Yesenin's poems about love are alien to romantic arrogance in relation to a woman. The poet seems to be ashamed of his love and hides behind curses, delight, a smile. Yes, these verses are shy. Maybe the notorious secret of the Russian soul lies precisely in shyness. Russian person.... Further
Sergei Yesenin - Russian poet, subtle lyric poet, master of psychological landscape, representative of New Peasant poetry, and later of Imagism - wrote piercing poems about love. “... the Russian land did not produce anything more indigenous, naturally appropriate and generic than Sergei Yesenin ... "- wrote Boris Pasternak. The book contains the most popular, beloved by many, almost folk, poems of the poet.... Further
Sergei Yesenin - a blond handsome man, a reveler, a favorite of women - was generously gifted by nature. Yesenin's poetry was distinguished by its special musicality and subtle lyricism, his talent only improved over the years. But fate didn’t have a long time ... The book includes not only poems, but also small poems, and poems, allowing to highlight all facets of the poetic talent of the native Russian, beloved by many author.... Further
The power of Yesenin's talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through it, we seem to see not only the life of the human soul, usually hidden from sight, but also the life of society and of time itself. The poem "The Song of the Great Campaign" is the history of the latter two centuries of Russia.... Further
“I visited my birthplaces, That village, Where I lived as a boy, Where a bell tower without a cross rose up like a watchtower with a birch tower ...”
The book includes the memories of Sergei Yesenin about his childhood and youth, as well as the memories of his fellow poets, friends, acquaintances. Among them are celebrities - Blok, Mayakovsky, Tsvetaeva, and less significant persons who left behind interesting memories of meetings with Yesenin. They reveal to us the secret of one of the most talented and mysterious Russian poets.... Further
“Snowy thicket. Railway booth of the Ural line. The Chekistov guarding the line goes from one end to the other ... "
"Not everyone knows how to sing, Not everyone is given an apple Fall at the feet of others ..."
“Reeds rustled over the backwater. The girl-princess is crying by the river ... "
“Oh, how tired and how my leg hurts! .. The road into an eerie space is neighing. Are you, are you, robber Chagan, Shelter of savages and ragamuffins? I like your steppes copper And the soil smelled of salt. The moon, like a yellow bear, Turns and turns in the wet grass ... "... Read more
You are holding in your hands a collection of poems by Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin. Sergei Yesenin, who tried on all kinds of masks in life and in his work, from the village Lelia to the street rake and the hooligan, left us a wonderful poetic legacy. Yesenin's lyrics conquer and captures us in its "song captivity" with an amazing harmony of feeling and word, thought and image. These are poems that you can listen to over and over again, each time finding something new and close. Poems that are remembered by heart and are sung with a guitar even by those who actually do not read poetry, because Yesenin is not just a poet, the owner of a phenomenal gift, he is the singing soul of Russia.... Further
“The fields are squeezed, the groves are bare, From the water fog and dampness. The quiet sun rolled down by the wheel behind the blue mountains ... "
“The river slumbers quietly. Dark forest makes no noise. The nightingale does not sing, And the dergach does not shout ... "
Almost one hundred and fifteen years have passed since Yesenin's birth, and he is still the most read, the most popular, truly people's poet. The present one-volume edition - "I, Sergei Yesenin", in addition to lyrics, poems, prose and illustrated chronicles of the poet's life and work, includes memoirs and articles from the legendary collection "In Memory of Yesenin", which has become a rarity, published by the All-Russian Union of Poets in 1926. V full complement these materials have never been reprinted.... Further
Sergei Yesenin is a poet of unsurpassed lyrical gift. His heartfelt poems about his native land, about love, about Russia are known to everyone from school, many of them were set to music and found new life as everyone's favorite songs and romances. Poems are also widely known Yesenin, revealing before us not only the lyrical, but also the dramatic talent of the popularly beloved poet.... Further

Golden curls, reminiscent of ripening spikelets ... A benevolent and enthusiastic face with blue eyes, emitting light and warmth ... Constant thirst for activity, striving forward ... Unlimited love for the native land and everything connected with it ... Short, but incredibly bright creative life... Such thoughts come to mind when mentioning a poet with the most bright name- Sergey Yesenin. His works are well known to every Russian person, including those who, in principle, have little interest in poetry.

Towards creativity

His homeland is Konstantinovo, a small village in the Ryazan region. The pristine Russian nature and its indescribable beauty forever entered the heart of the boy, captivated by its greatness, early awakened in him a penchant for poetry. By the age of eighteen, the young poet already had a notebook containing his first works. Yesenin, who sent them to St. Petersburg and was confident in their early recognition, was very surprised that they never made it to the capital's magazines. Then he decides to personally go towards glory. And the memories of his home will warm his soul all his life and inspire him to new creative searches.

First collections

In St. Petersburg, the young man was greeted cordially. "Goy you, my dear Rus ..." - this and other works of Yesenin impressed Blok, Gorodetsky, and later Klyuev. His poems brought joy, sounded sincere and unique. The real fame is brought by the first collections, which are published one after another: "Radunitsa", "Dove", "Rural Hours", "Transfiguration". They are mainly composed of Yesenin's works about nature: "Bird cherry", "A month with a horn butts a cloud", "The fields are squeezed ...", "I left my dear home ..." and many others. The reader is presented with a special world in which nature is humanized and becomes the main character. Everything here is harmonious, colorful, picturesque and without the falsity peculiar to people.

Young Yesenin treats animals with trepidation and tenderness, which is most clearly manifested in the "Song of the Dog", tragically experiencing the death of just born puppies.

Unusual metaphors, epithets, comparisons caused surprise and general delight: “the darkness swam out… like a swan”, “they knit lace… clouds” and, of course, the well-known “Rus - a crimson field”.

After the revolution

At first, the poet was delighted with the changes taking place in the country. He associated with the revolution "transformation", which should go for the benefit of the people. In this period, Yesenin's works appear: "The Jordanian Dove", "The Heavenly Drummer", etc. However, very soon the tonality of the poems changes, and instead of delight, dreary notes are heard more and more often, caused by observing the changes taking place in the country - the poet increasingly sees "torn apart by a storm everyday life "- and troubles in his personal life. These sentiments were most fully reflected in the collections of the early 1920s "Confession of a Hooligan" and "Moscow Tavern". And the attitude towards him is becoming contradictory: for some he is still a singer of blue Russia, for others he is a brawler and rowdy. The same contrast can be seen in the poems of 21-24 years, including "The blue fire swept around", "I am the last poet of the village", "I do not regret, I do not call ...", "Darling, let's sit next to you" ...

"Fun" is perhaps the most famous work of Yesenin from the cycle about Moscow, conveying the thoughts and feelings of the poet. In it, he seems to sum up the life he has lived, shares his innermost with the reader.

And soon there was an acquaintance with A. Duncan and a European journey. Being far from his homeland, Sergei Alexandrovich took a fresh look at his country. Now he was full of hope and dreamed of serving the Motherland and the people. It was after the return that the poems "Dissuaded the grove ..." appear, in which autumn is associated with human life, the incredibly warm and tender "Letter to Mother".

Trip to the Caucasus

Speaking about Yesenin, one cannot but recall his "Persian motives". They were inspired by a trip to the Caucasus, where Sergei Aleksandrovich felt most keenly how dear his native places were. He expressed his feelings by contrasting the distant Persian nature to the Russian expanses - the dream of visiting this country never came true. The poems of the cycle resemble a picturesque canvas, complemented by live sounds. But she became a real poetic masterpiece love lyrics, including the most famous work of Yesenin from this cycle - "Shagane". addressed to a distant Persian woman, to whom the author told his innermost thoughts about his native Ryazan land, about the girl who remained there.

"Goodbye, my friend ..."

These words begin a poem written by the poet before his death. It looks more like an epitaph that the poet addressed to himself. Frank, born of prolonged mental anguish, this poem is, in fact, Yesenin's farewell to life and people.