Sayings of famous people about Yesenin. Statements about Yesenin

He found himself in the very center of the literary life of the Silver Age (one might even say that he himself was one of its centers). Dozens of poets, writers, critics and just bright personalities were friends with him.

Many left interesting testimonies about the life and work of the poet. We have selected the most notable ones.

“... Soon I felt that Yesenin reads amazingly, and it became hard to listen to him to tears. I cannot call his reading artistic, skillful, and so on; all these epithets say nothing about the nature of the reading. The poet's voice sounded somewhat hoarse, loud, hysterical, and this most sharply emphasized Khlopusha's stony words.<...>

I couldn't even believe that this small man has such huge force feelings, such perfect expressiveness. As he read, he turned pale to the point that even his ears turned grey. He waved his arms not in the rhythm of the verses, but it was as it should be, their rhythm was elusive, the heaviness of stone words was capriciously unbalanced. It seemed that he was throwing them, one - under his feet, the other - far away, the third - in someone's hated face. And in general, everything: a hoarse, torn voice, incorrect gestures, a swaying body, burning eyes with anguish - everything was as it should be for everything in the atmosphere that surrounded the poet at that hour.<...>

He excited me to a spasm in my throat, I wanted to sob.

“The image of Yesenin is very dear to me, as he appeared in front of me. Even before the revolution, in 1916, I was struck by one feature, which then passed through all the memories and all the conversations. This is extraordinary kindness, extraordinary gentleness, extraordinary sensitivity and increased delicacy. So he was turned towards me, a writer of a different school, a different age, and I was always struck by this heightened spiritual sensitivity. This is how I saw him in 1916, this is how I met him in the 18-19s, this is how I saw him ill in 1921, and this was our last conversation before his tragic death. I won’t talk about Yesenin’s enormous and fragrant talent, they will say it better than me. Much has been said about this, but I have always been struck by this purely human note.

“In the spring of 1918, I met Yesenin in Moscow. He somehow physically was pleasant. I liked his slenderness; soft but confident movements; the face is ugly, but pretty. And best of all was his cheerfulness, light, brisk, but not noisy and not sharp. He was very rhythmic. He looked straight into the eyes and immediately gave the impression of a person with a truthful heart, probably a great comrade.

“The surname Yesenin is Russian - indigenous, pagan roots sound in it - Ovsen, Tausen, autumn, Ash - associated with fertility, with gifts of the earth, with autumn holidays. Sergei Yesenin himself is indeed rustic, fair-haired, curly, blue-eyed, with a perky nose.

Anatoly Mariengof

“Every day at about two o'clock, Yesenin came to my publishing house and, sitting down beside me, laid a yellow little box with pickles on a table littered with manuscripts.

A trickle of brine ran from the prison to the table.

Cucumber green meat crunched in his teeth and salty juice oozed, spreading purple spots over the handwritten pages. Yesenin taught:

So, out of the blue, there is no trace to go into Russian literature. It is necessary to play a skillful game and the most subtle policy.

And he pointed his finger at me:

It will be difficult for you. Roofing felt, in patent leather shoes and with a hair-to-hair parting. How is it possible without poetic distraction? Do they hover under the clouds in trousers from under the iron! Who will believe it? Here. look. White. And the hair is already gray, and a bald spot the size of Wolf's one-volume Pushkin, and in front of his cook, that he washes his underwear, and then walks inspired. And it doesn't hurt to pretend to be a fool. We love a fool very much ... Everyone needs to give their pleasure. Do you know how I climbed Parnassus? ..

And Yesenin laughed merrily, like a boy.

Georgy Ivanov

“Naivety, gullibility, some kind of childish tenderness coexisted in Yesenin next to mischief, close to hooliganism, conceit, not far from arrogance. There was a special charm in these contradictions. Yesenin was loved too. Yesenin was forgiven a lot that they would not have forgiven another. Yesenin was spoiled, especially in ... literary circles.

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"The poem" Anna Snegina "" - Conversation on questions. The history of the creation of the poem "Anna Snegina". How the lyrical hero sees the past. Statements about Yesenin. How is the attitude towards the war expressed. Lydia Kashina. The theme is traditional for Russian literature. Anna Sardanovskaya. What are the moods of the poet's countrymen. How do the author and lyrical hero. Moral and philosophical sounding of the poem "Anna Snegina". Epigraph to the lesson. Behind the mountains, behind the yellow valleys.

"Yesenin" Cheryomukha "" - S. Yesenin. Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin. Poems about nature. White birch. To acquaint students with the biography of S. Yesenin. Fizkultminutka. The stream sings. The first book of poems by Sergei Yesenin. Speech workout. Poem. Bird cherry. Old hut. Read expressively.

"Yesenin's poem "Anna Snegina"" - The language of the poem. The idea of ​​the poem. Man wars. Prototype of Anna Snegina. The action of Anna Snegina. Main topic. Miller. A.S. Pushkin. Poem Anna Snegina. Man. L. I. Kashina. Letter. Olga Snegina. epic plan. Poet. Pugachev. Mikhailovskoye. epic theme of the poem. Yesenin read Anna Snegina. Anna Sardanovskaya. Alias. Eugene Onegin. Land. Pron Ogloblin. Anna Snegina. Character. The theme of the imperialist and fratricidal civil war.

“Do not wander, do not crush in the crimson bushes” - “Do not wander, do not crush in the crimson bushes ...”. The thin name melted like a sound. Epithet. Alliteration. Preliminary task. Vocabulary work. The impression of perfection. An image of nature. Reading a poem. Let sometimes the blue evening whisper to me. What is the mood of the poem? Questions session. Words for color.

"Porosh's Poem" - Winter fairytale landscape. Riddles that the poet thought about as a child. Slow falling snow creates a fabulous picture. Porosh poem. Be healthy. native nature in the poems of the poets of the 20th century. Fizminutka. Warm up. Movement helps convey words. Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin 1895-1925. Arrange the words that indicate the movement of snow. LG feels nature. Alliteration. Why are crows grey.

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Sergei Yesenin is an unusual person whom many condemned for his lifestyle. But at the same time, he saw a lot in his lifetime, he suffered a lot, worried about women, because of what was happening in his homeland. His death was a tragedy and is still shrouded in mystery and conjecture, but has not been fully disclosed.

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 path there were good women whom he sincerely loved, but he could not know true happiness with at least one of them. He always left to delve into his soul, find words and create his delightful works.

Yesenin's short aphorisms will reveal to you the poet's mysterious and slightly eccentric life. He did not always lead the right way of life, drank a lot and got into the most different situations. But you read his poems, fall in love with them from the first lines, and they remain forever in your soul.

Yesenin's quotes are full of love for life, for their relatives, for their homeland. He had to travel a lot, but he always returned home, where he was loved and expected. He wrote with rapture 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 for being a bully and a brawler. Perhaps this will open the veil of secrecy about the fate and death of this extraordinary person.

Love is a bath, you must either dive headlong or not go into the water at all. If you wander along the shore knee-deep in water, then you will only be splashed with spray and you will freeze and get angry.

I'm walking through the valley, on the back of Kepi's head,
A swarthy hand in a kid glove.
Far away the rosy steppes shine,
The quiet river is wide blue.

Blessed Virgin. Do not need anything.
Just listen to songs - sing along with your heart,
If only a slight coolness would flow,
If only the young would not bend.

I will go out of the way, I will go out under the slopes, -
How many smart men and women are there!
The rake whispers something, whistles something
braids.

You don't love me, don't pity me
Am I a little handsome?
Without looking in the face, you are thrilled with passion,
Putting my hands on my shoulders.
Young, with a sensual grin,
I am not gentle with you and not rude.
Tell me how many have you caressed?

In thunderstorms, in storms, in the coldness of life, with heavy losses and when you are sad, seeming smiling and simple is the highest art in the world.

Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Send everyone and everyone to x. th!,
So that they don’t send you to the village!

We are now leaving little by little
In the country where peace and grace.
Maybe soon I will be on my way
To collect mortal belongings.

Lovely birch thickets!
You earth! And you, plains sands!
Before this host of departing
I can't hide my anguish.

I loved too much in this world
Everything that envelops the soul in flesh.
Peace to the aspens, which, spreading its branches,
We looked into the pink water.

Let you be drunk by others
But I'm left, I'm left
Your hair is glassy smoke
And eye autumn fatigue.

O age of autumn! He me
Dearer than youth and summer.
You began to like doubly
Poet's imagination.

My heart never lies
And therefore, to the voice of swagger
I can safely say
That I say goodbye to hooliganism.
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Just please don't go missing
Leave at least some threads, addresses.
I will search for you endlessly
While I will dream of our spring.

Life is a deception with enchanting longing,
That's why she's so strong
That with his rough hand
Fatal writes letters.

I always, when I close my eyes,
I say: "Just disturb the heart,
Life is a lie, but sometimes it
Decorates with joy lies.

Turn your face to the gray sky
By the moon, wondering about fate,
Calm down, mortal, and do not demand
The truth that you do not need.

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry,
Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees.
Withering gold embraced,
I won't be young anymore.
Now you won't fight so much
Cold touched heart
And the country of birch chintz
Not tempted to wander around barefoot.
Wandering spirit! you are less and less
You stir the flame of your mouth
Oh my lost freshness
A riot of eyes and a flood of feelings!
Now I have become more stingy in desires,
My life, or did you dream of me?

What can I tell you about this most terrible realm of philistinism, which borders on idiocy? In addition to the foxtrot, there is almost nothing here, they eat and drink here, and again the foxtrot. I have not yet met a man and I do not know where he smells. In a terrible fashion, Mr. Dollar, and the art of sneeze - 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 if we are beggars, even if we have hunger, cold... but we have a soul that was rented here as unnecessary for smerdyakovism.

Living with an open soul is the same as walking with an open fly.

I cried at dawn, when the distances faded,
When the night made a dewy bed,
And with a whisper, the waves of sobs died away,
And somewhere in the distance they were echoed by a flute.

The wave said to me: "We are yearning in vain," -
And, throwing off her cover, she buried herself in the banks,
And the pale sickle of the moon with a cold kiss
With a smile, he chilled my tears into pearls.

And I brought you, clear-eyed princess,
Coral tears of my lonely sadness
And a gentle veil of foamy waves.

I'm not one of those who recognize the 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 on the right path,
Here, on earth, without parting with the body,
Not us, so someone must come after all
Truly to the Divine limits.

In the morning in a rye nook,
Where the bast mats are golden in a row,
Seven puppies bitch
Red seven puppies.

Until the evening she caressed them,
combing the tongue,
And the snow was falling
Under her warm belly.

And in the evening when the chickens
They sit around the sixth
The owner came out gloomy,
He put all seven in a bag.

I would forever forget taverns, and I would give up writing poetry, if only to thinly touch my hand, and your hair is the color in autumn ...

Know how to laugh when you are sad ... Know how to be sad when it is funny ... Know how to seem indifferent when your soul is not at all right ...

It is not always easy to sing about love, especially if you are in love with your Motherland, and with a woman, and even with a birch that grows under the window. This is called the love of life. It is about this quote by Sergei Yesenin. In every line of the author's poems one can hear anguish, moan, scream, passion. As if the poet wants to be heard by the “deaf”, to hear and feel the same as he himself feels.

• Quotes about love and why did it mean so much in the poet's work?
• Most famous sayings and Yesenin's aphorisms presented in our collection.
• Eternal youth of the writer's creativity.

The great poet subtly noticed such things that seem ordinary to many. But at the same time, Sergei Yesenin was able to tell in such a way that everyday life fell off the usual concepts, things and situations, like a husk. And the reader has already seen true essence subject. And this metamorphosis of consciousness fascinated, like magic!

The meaning of love in the works of the poet is great. Everything that the lyricist wrote about is imbued with a gentle and strong quality. It is everywhere, and in the relationship of a man and a woman, in admiring the beauty of the swan's hands, in the whirling of golden foliage, and even in the friendly shaking of Jim's paws. These and many other quotes about love, like a mirror, reflect the breadth of the 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, dedicating lines to a woman, and also: about life; about the Motherland; and about Russia.

Love is bathing, you need to either dive with your head, or not go into the water at all. If you wander along the shore knee-deep in water, then you will only be splashed with spray and you will freeze and get angry.

Learn to hate to death Then you will learn to love...

Live with an open mind- it's like walking with an open fly.

Love does not require bail,
With her know joy and trouble.

I would forever forget taverns, and I would give up writing poetry, if only to subtly touch my hand, and your hair is the color in autumn.

I guess I have too much heat,
Because I always meet cold people.

It seemed that everything mattered to 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 this is clearly shown by the author 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, shops and bird cherry trees, the edges of rains and bad weather, everything that is recognized to be called the Motherland.

Our collection of Yesenin's most interesting quotes contains a golden stock of the poet's most beloved sayings. These catchphrases long ago they spread all over the world and won respect for Russian poetry. The lines, like fabulous blue birds, soar easily, giving people a warm spiritual sadness and a dream.

While pride wins people are losing each other.

Love does not live for three years,
Love does not live for three days.
Love lives just as long
How many two want her to live.

Don't give it to anyone with whom they are happy.

In the garden you would be stuffed,
Frighten crows.
Tormented me to the liver
From all sides.

We only love once like you can't die twice.

I asked the money changer today
What gives a ruble for half a fog,
How to tell me for the lovely Lala
In Persian gentle "I love"?

And the changer answered me briefly:
Words don't talk about love
About love sigh only furtively,
Yes, eyes, like yachts, burn.

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 on their wings take us to the land of dreams, where everything is so simple: there is happiness that the soul craves so much, and there is a path to it. A winding path runs out of childish enthusiasm and is lost around the turn of a mature appreciation of life. It is about this that the beloved author talks so simply and intelligibly with nostalgia for everything good.

Who loved is the one can't love
Who is burned, you will not set fire to.

Everybody's talking“I want a simple one for myself,” but no one will choose a chamomile among roses.

Light up the stove bed bed,
My heart is in a blizzard without you.

Works that celebrate nature, beauty and love will never age. Yesenin chose such an eternal theme. He devoted 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 good and good the reader draws from the pictures that the author draws, using fantasy as a brush, and his talent as paint. His short but well-aimed expressions reach the goal and make not only the imagination, but also the feelings awaken. Everything that Yesenin said is conveyed in an emotional background, rhythm and sincerity.

In thunderstorms, in storms, in the coldness of life,
with heavy losses and when you are sad,
appear smiling and simple
- the highest art in the world.

Face to face- face not to be seen: a large one is seen at a distance.

I am a true friend and a terrible enemy, depending on whom, when and how!

our life- sheet and bed.
Our life is a kiss and into the pool.

Learn to laugh when you're sad.
Know how to be sad when it's funny.
Know how to seem indifferent when your soul is not at all right.

If there are no flowers in the middle of winter so there is no need to worry about them.

Love for a woman may pass, love for the Motherland - never.

It's hard to sing about feelings. But the great bard did it. He seemed to put music and eternity into the basis of his creations. They will always exist and will never fade.

Yesenin Sergey Alexandrovich - was born on October 3, 1895 in the village of Konstantinovo, Ryazan province. Russian poet, early years was a prominent representative of the new peasant poetry, more mature works belonged to Imagism. From Yesenin's letters of 1911-1913, a picture emerges of the moral and spiritual maturation of the beginning poet. This period of life was reflected in the first Yesenin's works, then he wrote 60 poems and poems. In them, he reflected his love for all living things, for life itself and for the homeland. The poet drew the beginning of this love from the beauty of the surrounding nature. In the first poems of Yesenin, the themes of the revolution and the relationship to the motherland are clearly visible. In 1914, his poems appear in print. A little later, Yesenin quits his job and devotes all his time to creativity. In March 1915, the poet arrives in Petrograd, where he meets 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.