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The book includes the most piercing and touching poems about love by the great Russian poet of the early 20th century, a poet of a naked heart, a soulful mind, and great moral purity. The publication is equipped with extensive illustrative material: paintings and graphics by artists Yesenin's time is adjacent to the works modern authors, creating a unique visual for the poetic lines of Sergei Yesenin.... Further
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Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin (1895–1925) is an outstanding Russian poet. According to literary scholars, in early period creativity - a representative of new peasant poetry, later - an imagist. But these definitions are nothing more than clichés and do not reflect true essence his gift. For understanding, For full acceptance Yesenin must love his native land and all living things on it just as much as he does. The poet carried two characteristics characteristic of the people throughout his short life: very serious attitude to yourself, to your work and mercy towards your neighbors. Poems and poems are read by Denis Semyonov. The audio play “Emelyan Pugachev” by the Musical Drama Theatre, based on Sergei Yesenin’s poem “Pugachev”, 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, together with the author and the actors inspired by his poetry, in the atmosphere of the greatest popular uprising XVIII century. Script and production by Denis Semenov. Roles performed by: Pugachev - Denis Semenov Kirpichnikov - Alexander Bychkov Karavaev - Stanislav Fedorchuk Zarubin - Alexey Gromov Khlopusha - Alexey Andreev Tvorogov - Alexey Rossoshansky Russians perform in the play folk songs“Down along Mother Volga”, “Oh, you wide steppe” in Spanish. theater actors and the Cossack folk song “Black Raven, my stray friend...” in Spanish. Alexey Rossoshansky. “Pugachev’s Theme” – music and arrangement by Denis Semenov. Artistic director Denis Semenov. Recorded in 2010. Rus. “It’s already evening. Dew..." "Where cabbage beds…” “Winter sings and echoes...” Imitation of a song. "Weaved on the lake scarlet light dawn..." "The flood licked the silt with smoke..." "The bird cherry tree is pouring snow..." Kaliki. “Under the wreath of forest daisies...” “Tanyusha was beautiful, there was no more beautiful thing in the village...” “It’s a dark night, I can’t sleep...” “Mother walked through the forest in the Swimsuit...” “Play, play, little Talyanochka, raspberry furs...” “The evening began to smoke.” , the cat is dozing on the beam...” Birch. Powder. Easter gospel. WITH Good morning! Mother's prayer. Coachman. “Trinity morning, morning canon...” “Beloved land! My heart dreams...” “I will go to Skufia as a humble monk...” “The Lord went to torture people in love...” In the hut. “Through the village along a crooked path...” “Go away, my dear Rus'...” “I am a shepherd; my chambers...” “Is this my side, my side...” “The melted clay is drying up...” “Mantises are walking along the road...” “You are my abandoned land...” “Black, then smelly howl...” “Swamps and swamps...” Patterns. Bird cherry. “I’m weaving a wreath for you alone...” Evening. “There are bagels hanging on the fences...” “On a heavenly blue dish...” “The drought has drowned out the sowing...” The beggar. “In that land where there are yellow nettles...” “I’m here again, in my own family...” “Don’t wander, don’t trample in the crimson bushes...” Cow. Song about a dog. Herd. “Night and field, and the crowing of roosters...” The missing month. "Behind dark strand copses..." Autumn. “It hides the moon behind the barns...” “Behind the mountains, behind the yellow valleys...” “It spreads out in a pattern again...” Threshing. “There are lights burning across the river...” Grandfather. “A white scroll and a scarlet sash...” “The mountain ash has turned red, the water has turned blue...” “Clouds from the foal...” Fox. Singing call. Comrade. “O Rus', flap your wings...” “Wake me up early tomorrow...” “The fields are compressed, the groves are bare...” “O arable fields, arable fields, arable fields...” “Oh, I believe, I believe, there is happiness!..” “The spring rain danced and cried ..." "Open to me, guardian above the clouds..." "Here it is, stupid happiness…” “I’ll look into the field, I’ll look into the sky...” Transfiguration. Jordan blueberry. Heavenly Drummer. “Green hairstyle...” “I left my home...” “It’s good in 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...” “Don’t swear. Such a thing!..” “Every living thing is marked with a special mark from an early time...” “Yes! Now it's decided. No return...” “I won’t deceive myself...” “I have only one fun left...” “A blue fire has started...” “You are as simple as everyone else...” “Let others drink you...” A song about the great march. Poem about 36 Return to the homeland. Soviet Rus'. Rus' is leaving. 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 Khorossan...” Captain of the earth. The tale of the shepherd Petya, his commissarship and the kingdom of the cows. Letter to my sister. My way. Black man. “Dawn calls out to another...” “Unspeakable, blue, tender...” To Kachalov’s dog. “Well, kiss me, kiss me...” “Apparently, it’s been like this forever...” “I’m walking through the valley. On the back of the cap..." "There is a month above the window. There is a wind under the window...” “Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy...” To Sister Shura. “Oh, you sleigh! And the horses, the horses!..” “Do you hear - the sleigh is rushing...” “You are my fallen maple, you are an icy maple...” “What a night! I can't. I can’t sleep...” “You don’t love me, you don’t feel sorry...” “Maybe it’s too late, maybe it’s too early...” “Goodbye, my friend, goodbye...” Anna Snegina (poem). Emelyan Pugachev... Further
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“The village, then, is ours - Radovo, Dvorov, almost two hundred. To those who looked around, our places are pleasant. We are rich in forests and water, there are pastures, there are fields. And poplars are planted all over the land...” ... Next
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For some reason, many schoolchildren think that the works of the classics are boring and uninteresting: after all, writers and poets lived a long time ago and wrote about problems far from modern man. The “World Classics for Children” series will definitely convince such schoolchildren - it contains names famous not only in our country, but also abroad. The new collection of the series presents poems by Sergei Aleksandrovich Yesenin, a poet whose life was closely connected with the fate of Russia, its nature, people and the turbulent events of the early 20th century. Traditionally, S. Yesenin is presented in school 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 S. Yesenin himself, his entire biography is in poetry. And in them he is both a “Moscow mischievous reveler”, and for animals “a good friend”, and “a bawdy and brawler”, and prodigal son, who has seen a lot in his thirty years, and “ the last poet villages,” and a reverent lover, and simply “your acquaintance.” For middle school age.... Further
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“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. The lyrical and touching poems of Sergei Yesenin are read by Mikhail Kozakov and Vladimir Levashev. Lullaby “Winter is singing, it’s calling…” Olga Budina sings. Scarlet darkness in the heavenly mob... Oh, how many cats there are in the world... Birch Being a poet means the same thing... In the house In this world I am only a passerby... Winds, winds, oh snowy winds... The evening raised black eyebrows... In the blue evening, in the moonlit evening... Apparently, it has been like this forever... Here it is, stupid happiness... This is evening. Dew... All living things have a special quality... The red wings of the sunset are fading... Where are you, where are you, father's house... Go away, Rus', my dear... Blue jacket. Blue eyes... Grandfather Goodbye, my friend, goodbye... Darling, let's sit next to each other... The soul is sad about heaven... There is a bright joy under the canopy of bushes... Golden foliage is spinning... A blizzard is sweeping... A blue fire is sweeping... Dawn calls out to another... Green hairstyle... Confession of a hooligan You are my fallen maple, green maple... Witch Queen My beloved land! I dream of my heart... You are my abandoned land... Mother walked through the forest in Bathing House... Small forests. The steppe and they gave... I have only one fun left... Now we are leaving little by little... There is a month above the window. There is a wind under the window... Don’t wander, don’t crush in the crimson bushes... You didn’t believe in my God... I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry... Is the sky so white... The fields are compressed, the groves are bare... A low house with blue shutters... Well, kiss me, kiss me... O Mother of God... The road thought about the red evening... The golden grove dissuaded me... Song about the dog Letter to the woman Letter to the mother The praying mantises are walking along the road... An owl hoots like autumn... The beggar Winter sings, hoots... Winter sings, echoes... Porosha Farewell, Baku! I won’t see you... The moon is hiding behind the barns... Let you be drunk by others... Wake me up early tomorrow... My dear hands are a pair of swans... Leaving Rus' Good morning Blue fog. Snow expanse... They drink here again, fight and cry... To Kachalov's dog Sorokoust The feather grass sleeps. Dear plain... Is it my side, my side... Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom... I am weaving a wreath for you alone... Swamps and swamps... Trinity morning, the morning canon... You sing to me that song that before... You don’t love me, you don’t feel sorry for me... Flowers Flowers say goodbye to me... Bird cherry Shagane, you are mine, Shagane! ... The Lord came to torture people in love... This sadness cannot be scattered now... I have never seen such beautiful ones... I am wandering through the first snow... I left my home... I remember, my love, I remember... I am the last poet of the village... I asked the money changer today... I poor wanderer... I've never been so tired...... Further
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Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin (1895–1925) is one of the best and most beloved Russian poets. In his lines there is 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 is at your fingertips. The images are original and colorful, sometimes transparent, sometimes mysterious, just like the ambiguous personality of this bright talented person. How mysterious it is 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 – Fyodor Stepanov V. Nasedkin, A. Blok – Victor Sapelkin T. F. Yesenina, the poet’s mother – Elina Butskaya Sound producer – Anton Lushev Sound engineers – Alexander Kaplun, Alexander Borisov Directors – Elena Likhacheva, Fyodor Stepanov Producer – Elena Likhacheva Poet – about myself, contemporaries - about the poet Fragments of letters and memories Autobiography of 1922 and 1923. Alexander Blok. From a letter to M.P. Murashev. March 9, 1915 T. F. Yesenina. Memories of his son Maxim Gorky. Memories 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 Aleksandrovich Yesenin V.F. Nasedkin. Last year Yesenina D. A. Furmanov. Seryozha Yesenin V.V. Mayakovsky. Memories of Yesenin (From the article “How to make poetry?”) Works by Sergei Yesenin 1. “There are bagels hanging on the fences...” 2. Dancer 3. Letter from mother 4. Song about a dog 5. “I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry... " 6. “I have only one fun left...” 7. “I’ve never been this tired before...” 8. Broadway (Excerpt from the article “Iron Mirgorod”) 9. “The point, friends, is not that...” (Excerpt from the poem “ Country of Scoundrels") 10. “The evening raised black eyebrows...” 11. “Black Man” (Excerpt from the poem, second part) 12. “Goodbye, my friend, goodbye...” 13. “Wake me up early tomorrow...” 14. . Hooligan 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. "All of you wear sheep skins..." (Excerpt from the poem "Country of Scoundrels") 20. "Blue Fog. Snow expanse...” 21. “This is how the country is...” (Excerpt from the poem “Soviet Rus'”) 22. “Keeping the covenant of native beliefs...” 23. “Yes, it’s decided now. No return..." Read by actor Kirill Pletnev... Further
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We invite you to listen to the lyrics of Sergei Yesenin performed by the author, as well as famous actors, recognized masters artistic word: Vsevolod Aksenov, Vasily Kachalov, Nikolai Pershin and Vladimir Yakhontov. Read by the author “Wake me up early tomorrow...” “I left home..." Confession of a hooligan Khlopushi's monologue from the poem "Pugachev" "The world is mysterious, my ancient world..." Sorokoust (excerpt) Read by Vsevolod Aksenov "I asked the money changer today..." "You are my Shagane, Shagane!.." "I don’t regret , I’m not calling, I’m not crying...” “Let you be drunk by others...” “The evening has furrowed black eyebrows...” To Pushkin Son of a Bitch Letter to the mother Letter to the woman “Now we are leaving little by little...” “The golden grove dissuaded us...” Letter from the mother Answer “You’re a binge drinker me that song that was before..." To Kachalov's dog Vasily Kachalov reads the Song about the dog "Now we are leaving little by little..." "You are my fallen maple, the frozen maple..." Nikolai Pershin reads "I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry..." Song about the dog “You are my Shagane, Shagane!..” “The golden grove dissuaded me...” Returning to the homeland Letter to a mother Letter to a woman Anna Snegina (abbreviated) “Small woods. The steppe and gave..." To Kachalov's dog "You don't love me, you don't regret..." "Uncomfortable liquid lunar..." A song about the great campaign A cycle of poems about the homeland Read by Vladimir Yakhontov "You sing to me that song that before..." To Kachalov's dog "Flowers say goodbye to me..."... Further
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To the collection poetic works included the most famous poems the great Russian poet Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin, dedicated to nature and the seasons. ... Further
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The book includes the best lyric poems Sergei Yesenin. “You are my fallen maple...”, “Letter to 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
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The book by Sergei Aleksandrovich Yesenin of the “Poetry 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 understanding of the unique lyrical gift of this classic of Russian literature of the 20th century.... Further
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“Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy, That is why it is so strong, That with its rough hand it writes fatal letters. I always when I'll close my eyes, I say: “Just disturb your heart, Life is a deception, but sometimes it Decorates lies with joys...” ... Continue
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In the 1925 essay “About Myself,” Sergei Yesenin indicated several dates and meetings, and at the end he summarized: “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 fully reveal that painful the feeling that his infinitely tender and heartfelt poetry gives.... Further
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Poems by S. Yesenin performed by V. Pavlova. 1. “Goodbye, my friend, goodbye...” 2. “Where the cabbage beds are...” 3. “Beyond the mountains, beyond the yellow valleys...” 4. “Smoke floods...” 5. “Beloved land! The heart dreams..." 6. "I am a shepherd, my chambers..." 7. "In the land where the yellow nettle...” 8. “O land of rains and bad weather...” 9. “The winds did not blow in vain...” 10. Cow 11. “Spring is not like joy...” 12. “I’ll look into the field, look into 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. “Everything that lives has a special meaning...” 17. Don’t 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 damn guitar..." 23. Letter to mother 24. "I have only one fun left..." 25. "A blue fire has started..." 26. "Now we are leaving little by little..." 27. "The golden grove has dissuaded us..." 28. "Blue May. Glowing warmth...” 29. “Unspeakable, blue, tender...” 30. “Shine, my star, don’t fall...” 31. Confession of a hooligan 32. Blizzard 33. Black man 34. Commentary by Sergei Gandlevsky... Further
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The book includes poems by S. A. Yesenin, which are included in the literature program for primary school and 5-11th grades.
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“We still don’t realize much, Children of Lenin’s victory, And we sing new songs in the old way, As our grandparents taught us...”
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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. Touching intonation, piercing confession, penetration into the innermost depths of the soul; exactly those words are expressed that are consonant thoughts and feelings of the reader. Let's admit: each of us is ready to appropriate Yesenin's lines - as if own feelings acquired the ability to talk 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 last poem, written in his own blood, was written down by him ten seconds later small years old. “May you be blessed forever that you have come to flourish and die.” Previously, the book was published under the title “I remember, my love, I remember...”... Further
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The strength of Yesenin’s talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through him we seem to see not only life usually hidden from view human soul, but also the life of society and time itself. “Poem about 36” is dedicated to political exiles, fighters against autocracy, revolutionary prisoners of the Shlisselburg fortress.... Further
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The strength of Yesenin’s talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through him we seem to see not only the life of the human soul usually hidden from view, but also the life of society and time itself. This edition includes all currently known poems by Sergei Yesenin.... Further
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The book includes the best lyrical poems of Sergei Yesenin. “You are my fallen maple...”, “Letter to 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
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“The village, then, is ours - Radovo, Dvorov, almost two hundred. To those who looked around, our places are pleasant. We are rich in forests and water, there are pastures, there are fields. And poplars are planted all over the land...” ... Next
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Here is a book from the “Classics at School” series, which contains all the works studied in elementary and high school and high school. Don't waste time searching literary works, because these books contain everything you need to read in school curriculum: And for reading in class, and for extracurricular assignments. Save your child from lengthy searches and unfinished lessons. The book includes poems and poems by S. A. Yesenin, studied in middle and high school.... Further
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“...the Russian land did not produce anything more radical, naturally appropriate and generic than Sergei Yesenin...” wrote Boris Pasternak. The blond handsome man, the reveler, the favorite of women, 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 term - he passed away at the age of thirty. The book contains a sufficiently complete representation of poetic and prose works S.A. Yesenina.... Further
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The strength of Yesenin’s talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through him we seem to see not only the life of the human soul usually hidden from view, but also the life of society and time itself. “Lenin” is an excerpt from the unfinished poem “Walk in the Field” ... More
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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, and a smile. Yes, these poems are shy. Perhaps the notorious secret of the Russian soul lies precisely in shyness Russian person.... Further
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Sergei Yesenin - Russian poet, subtle lyricist, master of psychological landscape, representative of new peasant poetry, and later imagism - wrote poignant poems about love. “...the Russian land did not produce anything more radical, naturally appropriate and generic than Sergei Yesenin..." wrote Boris Pasternak. The book presents the most popular, beloved by many, almost folk, poems of the poet.... Further
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Sergei Yesenin - a handsome blond 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 allowed a short period of time... The book includes not only poems, but also small poems, and poems that highlight all the facets of the poetic talent of the original Russian author, beloved by many.... Further
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The strength of Yesenin’s talent lies in the fact that both man and poet are inextricably fused in him. And through him we seem to see not only the life of the human soul usually hidden from view, but also the life of society and time itself. The poem “Song of the Great March” is the poet’s hard-won story of the last two centuries of Russia.... Further
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“I visited my birthplace, that village where I lived as a boy, where a bell tower without a cross rose up like a tower with a birch tower...”
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The book includes Sergei Yesenin's memories of his childhood and youth, as well as the memories of his fellow poets, friends, and acquaintances. Among them are celebrities - Blok, Mayakovsky, Tsvetaeva, and less significant people 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
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“Snow thicket. Railway booth of the Ural line. The Chekistov guarding the line walks from one end to the other...”
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“Not everyone can sing, Not everyone is given the gift of an apple to fall at someone else’s feet...”
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“The reeds rustled over the backwater. The princess girl is crying by the river..."
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“Oh, how tired and how my leg hurts!.. The road neighs into an eerie space. Are you, are you, robber Chagan, Shelter of savages and ragamuffins? I like the copper of your steppes and the soil smelling of salt. The moon, like a yellow bear, tosses and turns in the wet grass..." ... More
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You are holding in your hands a collection of poems by Sergei Aleksandrovich Yesenin. Sergei Yesenin, who tried on all kinds of masks in life and in his work - from the village Lel to the street rake and hooligan - left us a wonderful poetic legacy. Yesenin's lyrics captivate and captures us in its “song captivity” with an amazing harmony of feelings and words, thoughts and images. These are poems that you can listen to again and again, each time finding something new and close. Poems that are remembered by heart and sung with a guitar even by those who generally 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
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“The fields are compressed, the groves are bare, the water is foggy and damp. The quiet sun rolled down like a wheel behind the blue mountains..."
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“The river sleeps quietly. The dark forest does not make noise. The nightingale does not sing, And the twitch does not scream..."
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Almost one hundred and fifteen years have passed since Yesenin’s birth, and he is still the most read, the most popular, truly folk poet. In addition to lyrics, poems, prose and an illustrated chronicle of the poet’s life and work, this one-volume book “I, Yesenin Sergei” 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. These materials have never been republished in their entirety.... Further
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Sergei Yesenin is a poet of unsurpassed lyrical gift. His heartfelt poems about native land, about love, about Russia are known to everyone from school, many of them were set to music and gained new life as everyone's favorite songs and romances. The poems are also widely known Yesenin, revealing to us not only the lyrical, but also the dramatic talent of the popularly beloved poet.... Further
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We present to your attention a collection of poems by Sergei Yesenin performed by Viktor Nikitin. LYRICS 1. “Where the secret always slumbers...” 02:08 2. “Beloved land...”, “You are my abandoned land...” 03:59 3. Rus' 05:54 4. “Don’t wander , do not crush in the crimson bushes...” 02:18 5. “Beyond the mountains, beyond the yellow valleys...” 01:39 6. “The winds did not blow 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 in the autumn freshness..." 01:29 11. Song about a dog 02: 26 12. Mare ships 05:06 13. “You are my side, 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 melancholy...” 02:09 19. “Bless every work, good luck...” 02:24 20. Soviet Rus' 06:58 From the series “MOSCOW KABATSKAYA” 21. “I won’t deceive myself...” 01:59 22. “Yes, now it’s decided without a return...” 01:39 23. “They’re drinking here again, fighting and crying...” 02:53 24. “Rash harmonica...” 02:11 25. “Sing, sing...” 03:06 26. “I have only one fun left...” 02:39 From the cycle “LOVE OF A HULLIGAN” 27. “A blue fire began to sweep.. .” 01:56 28. “You’re as simple as everyone else...” 02:29 29. “Let others drink you...” 02:21 30. “Darling, let’s sit next to you...” 02:41 31. “I’m sad to look at you...” 01:45 32. “Don’t torment me with coolness...” 02:44 33. “The evening has raised black eyebrows...” 02:13 PERFORMED BY THE AUTHOR 34. Monologue Floppers from the dramatic poem “Pugachev” 01:50 35. Confession of a hooligan 03:21 36. “Wake me up early tomorrow...” 01:51 37. “I left home..." 01:22... Further
The purpose of this poetry anthology is to most clearly show creative path poet, to emphasize his fidelity to his chosen themes. These are, first of all, the origins of Yesenin’s poetry itself: Russia, its history, its nature, the world of the patriarchal Russian village. This is the theme of love, bright and lyrical and at the same time stormy and tragic. This is a new, cruel post-October world that has turned the past upside down, which Yesenin tried, but was never able to accept. And, finally, “defenseless confession,” bitter reflections on oneself, longing for the lost purity and ideals of youth. The anthology begins with a short prose fragment “About Myself”, poetic autobiography, helping to penetrate into Yesenin’s poetry. Next are 222 poems, among them the most famous and beloved, as well as lesser-known ones, including early ones, which reveal the sometimes unexpected Yesenin. Among them: “It’s already evening, Rosa...”, “Winter sings and echoes,” “Go, my dear Rus',” “Song of the Dog,” “I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry...”, “Letter to Mother” ( “You are still alive, my old lady...”), “Let others drink you...”, Don’t twist your smile...”, “The golden grove dissuaded...”, “To Kachalov’s dog,” “Letter to a woman,” “Low house with blue shutters... “,” “You are my fallen maple, icy maple...”, “You don’t love me, you don’t feel sorry for me...”, the cycle “Persian Motifs”, unsurpassed in its subtle lyricism, and the last, farewell “Goodbye, my friend, goodbye...”. The next section is the so-called “small poems”, including: “Rus”, “Us”, “Ochar”, “Octoechos”, “Transfiguration”, “Dove of Jordan”, “Inonia”, “Pantocrator”, “Mares’ Ships” , “Sorokoust”, “Confession of a Hooligan”, “Return to the Homeland”, “Soviet Rus'”, “Homeless Rus'”, “Leaving Rus'”, “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 Path”. The anthology concludes with four poems: “Pugachev”, “Poem about 36”, “ Anna Snegina" and the tragic "Black Man".... Further
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Name: Yesenin Sergey 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 Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich
Everyone knows and loves Sergei Yesenin for his simplicity and rebellion. Many people know his work by heart, and some phrases have become catchphrases. For my own short life the writer left many good poems that we all loved so much.
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 lack of love and mutual understanding, the family soon fell apart 
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When Sergei was 2 years old, his mother left, and her parents took care of his upbringing. The family was quite wealthy. 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 deep water.
As the poet himself admitted in the future, it was his grandmother’s tales, stories and ditties that became the reason that he wanted to write poetry. In addition, every evening they read church books with their grandfather.
Sergei Yesenin began his education at the Konstantinovsky Zemstvo School, which he entered in 1904. He studied there for 5 years instead of the required 4 because of his bad behavior. The parents dreamed that the boy would become a teacher in rural school, he was sent in 1909 to parochial school in the village of Spas-Klepiki, which was located not far from Konstantinov. The boy himself wanted a completely different future for himself...
After graduating from school, Yesenin went to his father in Moscow, where he found him a job. But future writer left there and began working in I. Sytin’s printing house as an assistant proofreader. It was there that he met and fell in love with Anna Romanovna Izryadnova. From their civil marriage, a son, Yuri, was born. As the woman herself later said, that in last time I saw Sergei before his death. He came to say goodbye to her because he felt bad, he needed to leave, and, as the poet said, he would probably die soon.
Yesenin published the first verse “Birch” in Moscow in children's magazine"Mirok". He also joined the musical and literary circle named after I. Surikov, in which there were many aspiring simple poets.
Sergei Yesenin left for Leningrad in 1915 and there he already met Blok, Klyuev, and Goroetsky. In 1916, Yesenin’s first collection entitled “Radunitsa” was published.
In 1917, he first married Zinaida Nikolaevna Reich, and they had two children - Kostya and Tanya. But a year later the couple breaks up. The boy was born after Yesenin left. Once he was traveling on a train and found out that Zinaida was traveling in another carriage with her children, but he had never seen Kostya. The friend he was traveling with 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, as witnesses said, he always carried photographs of his children with him.
In 1919, Yesenin wrote his first poems “Inonia” and “Mare Ships”.
In 1920, the writer met Galina Benislavskaya, whose relationship lasted intermittently until 1925. When Yesenin finally broke off relations with her, for Galina it was real tragedy. As a result, she shot herself at the writer’s grave, leaving a note in which she wrote that “in this grave everything that is most dear to me…”
In September 1921, Sergei met the famous dancer Isadora Duncan and in the spring of 1922 they got married. It is with this woman that the poet travels around the world. 
Relations with Duncan also did not work out and they soon break up. After this, Yesenin married Sofya Andreevna Tolstoy, the granddaughter of Leo Tolstoy, but this marriage soon broke up, just a couple of months later.
It is worth noting that Sergei Yesenin was officially married 3 times, but he had much more women. He had two children within marriage and two out of wedlock.
Over time, depression began to consume the poet. He was increasingly condemned for rowdy behavior, hooliganism, and accused of alcohol abuse. In November 1925, Sofya Tolstaya came to an agreement and he was placed in a psychoneurological clinic in Moscow. Only a very narrow circle of people knew about this.
In December, Yesenin left the clinic and went to Leningrad, where he rented a room in the notorious Angleterre Hotel. IN last days throughout his life he met famous literary figures.
On December 28, 1925, Sergei Yesenin was found hanged in his hotel room. lay on the table 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 Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich
Small poems
Song about Evpatiya Kolovrat
Marfa Posadnitsa
Mikola
Rus
Us
Singing call
Comrade
Otcharya
Octoechos
Advent
Transfiguration
Jordan pigeon
Inonia
Heavenly Drummer
Pantocrator
Mare ships
Sorokoust
Confession of a hooligan
Homecoming
Soviet Rus'
Homeless Rus'
Rus' is leaving
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 my sister
My way
The Tale of the Shepherd Petya
Poems
The Legend of Evpatiya Kolovrat
Pugachev
Anna Snegina
Song of the Great March
Poem about 36
Country of scoundrels
Black man
Fiction
Bobyl and Druzhok
Iron Mirgorod
By the white water
Yar
Golden curls reminiscent of ripening spikelets... A friendly and enthusiastic face with blue eyes, emitting light and warmth... A constant thirst for activity, striving forward... Boundless love for native land and everything connected with it... Short, but incredibly bright creative life... Such thoughts come to mind when mentioning the poet with the most illustrious name - Sergei Yesenin. His works are well known to every Russian person, including those who, in principle, have little interest in poetry.
On the way to creativity
His homeland is Konstantinovo, a small village in the Ryazan region. Pristine Russian nature and its indescribable beauty forever entered the heart of the boy, captivated by its greatness, and early awakened in him a penchant for poetry. By the age of eighteen young poet there was already a notebook containing his first works. Yesenin, who sent them to St. Petersburg and was confident of quick recognition, was very surprised that they never made it into the capital’s magazines. Then he decides to personally go towards glory. And the memories of home all his life they will warm his soul and inspire him to new creative searches.
First collections
In St. Petersburg the young man was greeted cordially. “Go away, my dear Rus'...” - this and other works of Yesenin impressed Blok, Gorodetsky, and later Klyuev. His poems brought joy, sounded sincere and unique. Real fame comes from the first collections, which are published one after another: “Radunitsa”, “Dove”, “Rural Book of Hours”, “Transfiguration”. They consist mainly of Yesenin’s works about nature: “Bird cherry tree”, “The moon butts the cloud with its horn”, “The fields are compressed...”, “I left my native 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 characteristic of people false.
The young Yesenin treats animals with trepidation and tenderness, which is most clearly manifested in “Song of the Dog,” which tragically experiences the death of newly born puppies.
Unusual metaphors, epithets, comparisons aroused surprise and general delight: “the darkness floated up ... like a swan,” “clouds are knitting lace,” and, of course, the famous “Rus is a raspberry field.”
After the revolution
The poet initially perceived the changes taking place in the country with delight. He associated “transformations” with the revolution, which should benefit the people. During this period, Yesenin’s works appear: “The Jordanian Dove,” “Heavenly Drummer,” etc. However, very soon the tone of the poems changes, and instead of delight, melancholy notes are increasingly heard, caused by observations of the changes taking place in the country - the poet increasingly sees “torn apart by a storm everyday life" - and troubles in personal life. These sentiments were most fully reflected in the collections of the early 20s, “Confession of a Hooligan” and “Moscow Tavern.” And the attitude towards him is becoming contradictory: for some he is still the singer of Blue Rus', for others he is a brawler and a brawler. The same contrast is visible in the poems of 21-24, including “A blue fire began to sweep,” “I am the last poet of the village,” “I don’t regret, I don’t call...”, “Darling, let’s sit next to each other”...
“Fun” is perhaps Yesenin’s most famous work from the cycle about Moscow, conveying the thoughts and feelings of the poet. In it, he seems to sum up his life and shares his innermost thoughts with the reader.
And soon followed an acquaintance with A. Duncan and a European trip. Being far from his homeland, Sergei Alexandrovich took a new 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 poem “The Grove Dissuaded ...” appears, in which autumn is correlated with human life, an incredibly warm and tender “Letter to a Mother.”
Trip to the Caucasus
Speaking about Yesenin, one cannot help but recall his “ Persian motifs" They were inspired by a trip to the Caucasus, where Sergei Alexandrovich most acutely felt how dear his native places were to him. He expressed his feelings by contrasting the Russian expanses with the distant Persian nature - his dream of visiting this country never came true. The poems of the cycle resemble a painting, complemented by living sounds. But it became a real poetic masterpiece love lyrics, including Yesenin’s most famous work 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..."
With these words begins a poem written by the poet before his death. It is more reminiscent of 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.
Below are some of the most famous works Yesenina. If they are familiar to you, use the categories above. There you will definitely find many works that you have not yet read.
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,
He placed his hands on my shoulders.
Young, with sensual grin,
I am neither gentle nor rude with you.
Tell me how many people have you caressed?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?
I know they passed like shadows
Without touching your fire,
You sat on the knees of many,
And now you're sitting here with me.
Let your eyes be half closed
And you're thinking about someone else
I don’t really love you very much myself,
Drowning in the distant dear.
Don't call this ardor fate
A frivolous hot-tempered connection, -
How I met you by chance,
I smile, calmly walking away.
Yes, and you will go your own way
Sprinkle joyless days
Just don’t touch those who haven’t been kissed,
Just don’t lure those who haven’t been burned.
And when with another in the alley
You'll walk by chatting about love
Maybe I'll go for a walk
And we will meet again with you.
Turning your shoulders closer to the other
And leaning down a little,
You will tell me quietly: “ Good evening!»
I will answer: “Good evening, miss.”
And nothing will disturb the soul,
And nothing will make her tremble, -
He who loved cannot love,
You can't set fire to someone who's burned out.
Birch
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
You are my Shagane, Shagane!
You are my Shagane, Shagane!
I'm ready to tell you the field,
About wavy rye under the moon.
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 the expanses of Ryazan.
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 it on your finger -
I don't feel any pain.
I'm ready to tell you the field.
About wavy rye under the moon
You can guess by my curls.
Darling, joke, smile,
Just don’t wake up the memory in me
About wavy rye under the moon.
You are my Shagane, Shagane!
There, in the north, there is a girl too,
She looks an awful lot like you
Maybe he's thinking about me...
Shagane, you are mine, Shagane.
