Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich - born on October 3, 1895 in the village of Konstantinovo, Ryazan province. The Russian poet, in his early years, was a prominent representative of new peasant poetry; his more mature works belonged to imagism. From Yesenin's letters from 1911 to 1913, a picture emerges of the moral and spiritual maturation of the aspiring poet. This period of his life was reflected in Yesenin’s first works, when he wrote 60 poems and poems. In them he reflected his love for all living things, for life itself and for his homeland. The poet drew the beginning of this love from the beauty of the surrounding nature. In Yesenin’s first poems, the themes of revolution and attitude towards the homeland are clearly visible. In 1914, his poems appeared in print. A little later, Yesenin quits his job and devotes all his time to creativity. In March 1915, the poet came to Petrograd, where he met A. Blok, who highly appreciated Yesenin’s poems and helped him by introducing him to famous publishers and writers. And then Yesenin becomes famous, he is often invited to literary salons and poetry evenings.
Singing about love is never easy, especially if you are in love with your Motherland, a woman, or even a birch tree that grows under your window. This is called love of life. This is exactly what Sergei Yesenin’s quotes are about. In every line of the author's poems one can hear anguish, a groan, a cry, and passion. It’s as if the poet wants the “deaf” to hear him, to hear and feel what he himself feels.
- Quotes about love and why did it mean so much in the poet’s work?
- The most famous sayings and aphorisms of Yesenin, presented in our collection.
- The eternal youth of the writer's creativity.
The meaning of love in the poet's works is great. Everything the lyricist wrote about is imbued with a gentle and strong quality. It is everywhere, in the relationship between a man and a woman, in admiring the swan beauty of a sweetheart’s hands, in the whirling of golden foliage, and even in the friendly squeeze of Jim’s paw. These and many other quotes about love, like a mirror, reflect the breadth of soul that the writer had.
His love extended so widely that it touched everything that surrounded the great poet. It was with love that he wrote, devoting lines to a woman, and also: about life; about the Motherland; and about Russia.
Love is a bath, you need to either dive headfirst or not get into the water at all. If you wander along the shore in knee-deep water, you will only be splashed with splashes and you will be cold and angry.
With her they know joy and sorrow. I would forget the taverns forever, and I would give up writing poetry, just to subtly touch your hand and your hair the color of autumn. There's probably too much in me heat,
Since I always meet cold ones.
It seemed that everything had meaning for him, everything had meaning and was designed to awaken in us warmth and passion for what surrounds us. There is nothing better than love. And the author clearly showed this in his poems. Readers seem to be infected with a virus of tenderness and affection. Such power is possessed by the words and aphorisms of Yesenin, the poet of the village, benches and bird cherry trees, lands of rain and bad weather, all that is recognized to be called the Motherland.
Our collection of Yesenin’s most interesting quotes contains a golden reserve of the poet’s most beloved sayings. These catchphrases have long spread around the world and won respect for Russian poetry. The lines, like fabulous bluebirds, soar easily, giving people warm emotional sadness and dreams.
While pride wins, people are losing each other.
Love doesn't last for three years,
Love doesn't live for three days.
Love lasts just as long
How long do two people want her to live?
Scare the crows.
Tormented me to the bone
From all sides. We are given love only once how it is impossible to die twice. I asked the money changer today,
What does a ruble give for half a fog?
How to tell me for the beautiful Lala
Tender “I love” in Persian?
And the money changer answered me briefly:
They don't talk about love in words,
They sigh about love only furtively,
Yes, the eyes are burning like yachts.
Each quote, woven from the words of the author, is the sound of rain, the light of a blue star, simple and stupid happiness. These strong figurative expressions take us on their wings to the land of dreams, where everything is so simple: there is the happiness that the soul so longs for, and there is a path to it. A winding path runs from childhood enthusiasm and is lost around the bend of a mature appreciation of life. This is exactly what our favorite author talks about so simply and clearly with nostalgia for all that is good.
Whoever loved is the one cannot love
You can't set fire to someone who's burned out.
Light up the stove bed bed,
There is a blizzard in my heart without you.
Works that glorify nature, beauty and love will never age. Yesenin chose such an eternal theme. He dedicated his best statements and creations to what is really important in the life of any person. That is why the author’s lyrics will always be modern.
How much goodness the reader draws from the pictures that the author draws, using imagination as a brush and his talent as paint. His short but apt expressions reach the goal and awaken not only the imagination, but also the feelings. Everything that Yesenin said was conveyed in an emotional background, rhythm and sincerity.
Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy.
We need to live easier, we need to live more simply,
All accepting what is in the world.
art
In thunderstorms, in storms, in everyday shame,
During bereavements and when you feel sad,
Seem smiling and simple -
The highest art in the world.
Love
He who loved cannot love,
You can't set fire to someone who's burned out.
homeland
If the holy army shouts:
“Throw away Rus', live in paradise!”
I will say: “No need for paradise, give me my homeland.”
But I love you, gentle motherland!
And I can’t figure out why.
Your joy is short-lived
With a loud song in the spring in the meadow.
Russia
And the month will float and float,
Dropping oars across the lakes,
And Rus' will still live the same way,
Dance and cry at the fence.
But even then
When in the whole planet
The tribal enmity will pass,
Lies and sadness will disappear, -
I will chant
With the whole being in the poet
Sixth of the land
With a short name “Rus”.
happiness
Foolish heart, don't beat!
We are all deceived by happiness.
silence
You cried in the evening silence,
And bitter tears fell to the ground,
And it was hard and so sad for me.
And yet we did not understand each other.
You rushed off to distant lands,
And all dreams faded without color,
And again I was left alone again
To suffer in soul without affection and greetings.
And often in the evening I sometimes
I go to places of cherished rendezvous,
And I see your sweet image in my dreams,
And I hear sad sobs in the silence.
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May you be blessed forever,
What has come to flourish and die.
Dying is nothing new in this life,
But life, of course, is not newer.
Joy is given to the rude. Sadness is given to the tender.
If you touch the passions in a person,
Then, of course, you won’t find the truth.
To live is to live, to love is to fall in love.
Kiss and walk in moonlit gold.
If you want to worship the dead,
Then don’t poison the living with that dream.
And there is no wife or friend behind the grave.
If it burns, then it burns, burning.
You can't see face to face.
Big things can be seen from a distance.
Not everyone can sing
Not everyone has an apple
Fall at someone else's feet.
Why rot on the branches -
It's better to burn in the wind.
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Sergei Yesenin is an unusual person, whom many condemned for his lifestyle. But at the same time, he had seen a lot in his lifetime, he suffered a lot, worried about women, about what was happening in his homeland. His death was a tragedy and is still shrouded in mystery and speculation, but has never been fully resolved.
Quotes from Yesenin’s poems refer to different stages of his life. He wrote a lot about his homeland, about women, about love and about life. On his life's path he met good women whom he sincerely loved, but he was never able to know true happiness with at least one of them. He always went away to delve into his soul, find words and create his amazing works.
Yesenin's short aphorisms will reveal to you the mysterious and slightly eccentric life of the poet. He did not always lead the right lifestyle, drank a lot and found himself in a variety of situations. But you read his poems, fall in love with them from the first lines, and they remain in your soul forever.
Yesenin’s quotes are full of love for life, for one’s family, for one’s homeland. He had to travel a lot, but he always returned home, where he was loved and waited for. He wrote with ecstasy about the East, about the Caucasus, but his heart belonged to Russia.
Yesenin’s statements will help you get to know the writer a little better, understand why he suffered a lot, why he was famous as a hooligan and brawler. Perhaps this will lift the veil of secrecy about the fate and death of this extraordinary person.
Love is a swim, you either need to dive headfirst or not get into the water at all. If you wander along the shore in knee-deep water, you will only be splashed with splashes and you will be cold and angry.
I walk through the valley, on the back of Kepi's head,
A dark hand in a kid glove.
The pink steppes shine far away,
The quiet river is wide blue.Blessed is the Virgin. You don't need anything.
If only I could listen to the songs, I would sing along with my heart,
If only a slight coolness flowed,
If only the young woman would not bend.I’ll go out of the road, I’ll go down the slopes, -
How many smart men and women there are there!
The rake is whispering something, whistling something
braids.
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 neither gentle nor rude with you.
Tell me how many people have you caressed?
In thunderstorms, in storms, in the coldness of life, during heavy losses and when you are sad, appearing smiling and simple is the highest art in the world.
Don’t grieve, dear, and don’t gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Tell everyone and everyone to fuck off. y!,
So that they don't send you to prison!
We're leaving little by little now
To that country where there is peace and grace.
Maybe I'll be on my way soon
Collect mortal belongings.Lovely birch thickets!
You, earth! And you, plain sands!
Before this departing host
I am unable to hide my melancholy.I loved too much in this world
Everything that puts the soul into flesh.
Peace to the aspens, who, spreading their branches,
Looked into the pink water.
Let others drink you,
But I have left, I have left
Your hair is glassy smoke
And the eyes are tired in autumn.O age of autumn! He told me
More precious than youth and summer.
I started to like you twice as much
The poet's imagination.I never lie with my heart,
And therefore to the voice of swagger
I can confidently say
That I say goodbye to hooliganism.
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Just please, don’t go missing,
Leave at least some clues and addresses.
I will search for you forever
For now I will dream of our spring.
Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy,
That's why she's so strong
That with your rough hand
Fatal writes letters.I always, when I close my eyes,
I say: “Just disturb your heart,
Life is a deception, but sometimes it
Lies decorate with joys.Turn your face to the gray sky,
By the moon, guessing about fate,
Calm down, mortal, and don't demand
The truth that you don’t need."
I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry,
Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees.
Withered in gold,
I won't be young anymore.
Now you won't fight so much,
A heart touched by a chill,
And the country of birch chintz
It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
The wandering spirit! you are less and less often
You stir up the flame of your lips
Oh my lost freshness
A riot of eyes and a flood of feelings!
I have now become more stingy in my desires,
My life, did I dream about you?
What can I tell you about this most terrible kingdom of philistinism, which borders on idiocy? Apart from the foxtrot, there is almost nothing here, here they eat and drink, and again there is a foxtrot. I haven’t met the person yet and I don’t know where he smells. Mr. Dollar is in terrible fashion, and the art of sneezing is the highest music hall. I didn’t even want to publish books here, despite the cheapness of paper and translations. No one here needs this... Even though we are beggars, even if we have hunger, cold... but we have a soul, which was rented out here as unnecessary for Smerdyakovism.
Living with your soul wide open is like walking with your fly open.
I cried at dawn, when the distances faded,
When the night made the dewy bed,
And with a whisper the waves of sobbing died away,
And somewhere in the distance a pipe echoed them.The wave told me: “We are yearning in vain,”
And, throwing off her cover, she buried herself in the banks,
And the pale crescent moon with a cold kiss
With a smile, he made my tears fall into pearls.And I brought you, clear-eyed princess,
Corals of tears of my lonely sadness
And a delicate veil of wave foam.
I'm not one of those who recognize priests,
Who unrequitedly believes in God,
Who is ready to break his forehead,
Praying at every church threshold.I don't like slave religions,
Submissive from century to century,
And my faith in the miraculous is weak,
I believe in the knowledge and power of man.I know that by following the right path,
Here on earth, without parting with the body,
If it’s not us, someone has to get there
Truly to the Divine limits.
In the morning in a rye corner,
Where the mats are golden in a row,
The bitch whelped seven,
Seven red puppies.Until the evening she caressed them,
Combing with tongue
And the melted snow was flowing
Under her warm belly.And in the evening, when the chickens
Sitting on the pole
The owner came out gloomy,
He put all seven of them in a bag.
I would forget taverns forever, and I would give up writing poetry, if only I could subtly touch your hand and your hair the color of autumn...
Learn to laugh when you’re sad... Learn to be sad when it’s funny... Learn to appear indifferent when your soul is completely different...
Sergei Yesenin is a great poet, a representative of new peasant poetry and lyrics; the poet’s later works belong to imagism. Yesenin's poems are distinguished by simple language, easy rhyme and a variety of themes. We invite you to enjoy the poet’s work and read lines from his most famous lyrical works. Our selection contains quotes from Sergei Yesenin about love, life and, of course, nature.
Sergei Yesenin came from a peasant family. He began writing poems as a child. Radonitsa's first collection was published in 1916. Literally from the first poems, critics highly appreciated the work of the aspiring poet. The poet himself did not divide his work into any stages, but it is clear to the naked eye that the first half of the 20s of the 20th century was the most productive in the poet’s work. During this period, such collections of Yesenin were published as Treryadnitsa, Confession of a Hooligan, Moscow Tavern, Poems, Sorokoust, Anna Snegina, Homeless Rus', Country of Scoundrels and others.
The central theme of the poet’s work is love for the Motherland; the poet himself has repeatedly spoken about this. The peculiarity of the poems is that Sergei Yesenin showed love for nature, love for his native land and love for women from his deep peasant soul. The inspiration for creativity was often nature and women. Yesenin's muses were A. Izryadnova, Z. Reich, A. Duncan, S. Tolstaya and Shagane.
Another feature of Sergei Yesenin’s work is the specific use of colors. Each of the colors was endowed with a certain semantic load, for example, the poet associates blue with youth.
I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry,
Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees.
Withered in gold,
I won't be young anymore.
Youth, alas, is gone forever.
If you touch the passions in a person,
Then, of course, you won’t find the truth.
The truth lies in calm and regularity.
Well, which of us is the biggest on deck?
Didn’t fall, vomit or swear?
There are few of them, with an experienced soul,
Who remained strong in pitching.
Life breaks many, but not many find the strength to rise and move forward.
I got into trouble with my heart in a funny way, I occupied my thoughts in a stupid way.
Real feelings are always funny.
Whom should I feel sorry for? After all, everyone in the world is a wanderer.
He will pass, come in and leave the house again.
People in this world are only guests, sooner or later they leave.
Joy is given to the rude. Sorrow is given to the tender.
There are many injustices in life.
In thunderstorms, in storms,
Into everyday shame,
In case of bereavement
And when you're sad
Seem smiling and simple -
The world's highest art
Keeping a smile on your face when your heart is hurting is an award-worthy art.
Face to face
You can't see the face.
Big things can be seen from a distance.
Distance opens your eyes to real values that are simply not noticed up close.
We don't live, but we yearn.
You need to live to rejoice, not to yearn.
There's something beautiful about summer
And with summer there is beauty in us.
To me, everything is beautiful in summer.
Time even crumbles stone.
No one and nothing can resist time.
But even then
When in the whole planet
The tribal feud will pass,
Lies and sadness will disappear,
I will chant
With the whole being in the poet
Sixth of the land
With a short name “Rus”.
You need to love and praise your land, wherever you are.
About love and life
We need to live easier, we need to live more simply,
All accepting what is in the world.
Whatever happens in life, you just need to be able to accept any event.
And I know we both will
Sadness in elastic silence:
I'm in a deep fog for you,
And you will cry for me.
Lovers not only rejoice together, they are also sad at the same time, even when they are at a distance from each other.
Life... I cannot understand its purpose, and Christ also did not reveal the purpose of life. He only indicated how to live, but no one knows what can be achieved by this... Yes, but if it is a secret, then let it remain so. But we still need to know why we live... what is life for? Why live? All her petty dreams and aspirations are covered with a wreath of delusion, woven from rose hips. Is it really impossible to figure it out?
To truly live, you first need to have a meaning in life.
Don’t twist your smile, fiddling with your hands, -
I love someone else, just not you.
You yourself know, you know well -
I don’t see you, I didn’t come to you.
I passed by, my heart didn't care -
I just wanted to look out the window.
If it doesn't matter, then they just pass by.
Dying is nothing new in this life,
But life, of course, is not newer.
In this life, it is no longer so easy to surprise with something.
Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy.
Where there is life, there lives not only joy, but also melancholy.
To live is to live, to love is to fall in love.
Kiss and walk in moonlit gold.
If you want to worship the dead,
Then don’t poison the living with that dream.
If you live, then to the fullest, if you love, then from the heart!
No guarantee is required from love,
With her they know joy and sorrow.
“You are mine” only hands can say,
That they tore off the black veil.
Sometimes a touch can tell much more than simple words.
After all, you can’t stop loving,
How could you fail to love...
To fall out of love, you must first fall in love.
About nature
The village drowned in potholes,
The huts of the forest were obscured.
Only visible on the bumps and depressions,
How blue the skies are all around.
They don’t look at nature, they admire it.
About Rus' - raspberry field
And the blue that fell into the river -
I love you to the point of joy and pain
Your lake melancholy.
Flowers tell me goodbye
Heads bowing lower,
What I won't see forever
Her face and her father's land.
The golden grove dissuaded
Birch, cheerful language,
And the cranes, sadly flying,
They don’t regret anyone anymore.
Love for a woman can pass, but love for the Motherland never does.
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
Winter is like a fairy tale.
The silver river flows quietly
In the kingdom of evening green spring.
The sun sets behind the forested mountains.
A golden horn emerges from the moon.
