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Lesson “Love lyrics in the work of Sergei Yesenin. Message on literature "The theme of love in the work of S

When it comes to love poetry, the gentle, romantic and light works of Sergei Yesenin, who entered the history of Russian literature as an outstanding lyricist, are first of all remembered.

The poet's biography attracts special attention. Sergey was popular with women, and the author himself was incredibly amorous and emotional. With all your experiences and secrets love stories he shared with a sheet of paper on which lines appeared that did not leave any reader indifferent.

The poet felt all the depth and beauty of love in last years life, we are told about this by the collection of works "Persian Motives", written in 1924-1925. A real masterpiece in this cycle of poems is the declaration of love to an oriental girl in the work “Shagane you are mine, Shagane”. In this verse, Yesenin managed to subtly and unobtrusively sing the beauty of his native land, share with a beautiful stranger his thoughts about his native land and the girl who is waiting for him there. The verse is read in one breath, written easily and simply, but at the same time leaves a bright aftertaste.

Another important poem in Yesenin's love lyrics is the work "Letter to a Woman". This work also refers to the lyrics of the last years of the poet, it shows an incredible respect for a woman and a deep understanding of the mistakes made in his youth. In the letter, the author asks for forgiveness from the woman he once loved. Crazy and wild life has become main reason, according to which the relationship did not work out and now the poet, from the height of the past years, asks for forgiveness and regrets that he lost his beloved.

This work is an abstract prepared by a student of DITI NRNU MEPhI Fatkhutdinov M., under the guidance of Babenko S.B., a teacher of Russian language and literature, for participation in a scientific and practical conference.

Essay

“Many women loved me, Yes, and I myself loved more than one”

(the theme of love in the work of S. Yesenin)

Completed:

Student Fatkhutdinov Marat

Student DITI NRNU MEPhI 131 groups

Dimitrovgrad,

2012

Introduction

"Many women loved me,

Yes, and I myself loved more than one "

Yesenin's poetry, like his short life, strikes with its sincerity, aggravated longing of feelings, which told about what darkened, worried, delighted his soul.

The theme of love permeates the work of any poet, musician, artist. Sometimes it seems that everything has already been said, however, everyone finds a new, their own sound, because love is an intimate feeling, and everyone loves in their own way, so this theme in art is eternal.

In the work of S. Yesenin, the theme of love sounds in the earliest poems. At first, these are works of a folklore and poetic nature, for example, "Imitation of a Song", written in 1910: "I wanted in the flickering of foamy jets / From your scarlet lips with pain to break a kiss." The poem is like a folk lyric song.

Later, motives appear in love lyrics that merge together the poetry of love with the poetry of nature, conveying the sublime spirituality of feeling and its chastity.

A completely different "love" appears in "Moscow Tavern". The beginning of the 20s is the time of the spiritual crisis of the poet, rushing between the old and the new Russia, feeling his uselessness. He sought consolation in drunkenness and revelry. It seems that he is not capable of a light feeling. In "Letter to a Woman" Yesenin admits:And I bent over the glass, so that, without suffering for anyone,
To destroy yourself In a drunken frenzy...

Now he sees love not as a wonderful bright feeling, but as a misfortune, a whirlpool: "I did not know that love is an infection, I did not know that love is a plague." This disappointment gives rise to cynical, vulgar, rude lines: “Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom... The accordionist pours his fingers in a wave. Drink with me, you lousy bitch, drink with me. They loved you, tortured you - Unbearable. Such a disrespectful attitude towards a woman appears in the work for the first time. Words of insult are addressed to all women: "pack of dogs." However, at the end, the hero sheds sentimental tears and asks for forgiveness: “Honey, I am crying. //Sorry Sorry...". The hero still tries to seek consolation in love, tries to heal bleeding spiritual wounds with love.

Love for a woman is not able to drown out another feeling - love for one's native land, longing for one's homeland. The poems of the last period of creativity are full of contempt for the insincerity of relationships, rejection of female guile, the poet condemns "frivolous, deceitful and empty women." Yesenin always dreamed of pure, uplifting love, in recent years in his work he sings the ideal of a joyful, bright feeling. “Leaves are falling, leaves are falling ...” - a poem written by a man tired of the blows of fate, a man looking for a safe harbor: “Now I would like a good // See a girl under the window.” Only such a real feeling can calm the "heart and chest."

love lyrics the poet captured a whole gamut of human feelings. Like all his work, it is autobiographical and truthful, it reveals the personality of the poet, his soul. Yesenin's love lyrics, according to N. Rylenkov, are able to quench "the thirst for human tenderness." Each reader finds his own vision of love in his poems, because "everyone in the world sings and repeats the song of love."

You can tell a lot about those women with whom his fate brought him together. Each of them uniquely, in its own way, came into contact with the love and friendship of the poet.

Sardanovskaya Anna Alekseevna

P Sergei Yesenin's first love was Anyuta Sardanovskaya, the priest's granddaughter, Yesenin studied with her at the diocesan school, she wasthe sister of a childhood friend of the poet. Youthful love. He will write about it later.

At fifteen
I fell in love to the liver
And thought sweetly
I'll just be alone
What am I on this
The best of girls
When I get old, I get married.

Wonderful time of half-adolescence, half-youth! Wonderful long summer evenings, endless winter nights, when the soul boils, conversations, Attraction repulsion, shy and therefore even hotter and irresistible love. Anna Sardanovskaya! Anna Sardanovskaya! Her name

already famous poet take for his best poem. And then -

an overflow of feelings, joys and doubts - and lines, lines,

lines ... (Anna is dedicated to the poem “Over the mountains behind the yellow

distances." Others have not survived.) And a premonition of the future, and sweet

the severity of the vocation, and the growing call of fate - everything, everything merged,

concentrated in these two words Anna Sardanovskaya.

Once at that gate over there

I was sixteen years old

And a girl in a white cape

She told me kindly: “No!”

Far away, they were cute! ..

That image in me has not faded away.

We all loved during these years,

But that means they loved us too.

The relationship between Yesenin and Anna did not work out, Anna married another and died in childbirth. Yesenin had many women, but he always remembered his first love and by the end of his life he wrote the poem “Anna Snegina”. “Anna Snegina” is a heartfelt memory of Anna Sardanovskaya.

TO Ashina Lidia Ivanovna

In the image of Anna Snegina, the features of the landowner Lydia Kashina, whom the poet was passionate about, were also embodied. The poet often visited Kashina's house. Lidia Ivanovna was a young, interesting, educated woman.History confirms that the young poet already known throughout Moscow came to the “house with a mezzanine” at the invitation of Lydia Kashina herself - she was interested in his work and asked to read poetry. Anna Andreevna remembered this visit well. That day it was frosty and sunny, young snow fell. Sergei, as it seemed to Stupenkova, crossed the threshold not without timidity and with curiosity. “As if he had ascended some kind of altar,” Anna Andreevna recalled.
In the poem, Yesenin tells about this meeting differently:
There was such a modest boy,
And now...
Come on you...
Here.
Writer…
Well-known bump...
He won't come to us without a request.

The poet dedicated the poem “Green Hairstyle” to her.In the poem “The green fragile girl is compared with a thin birch tree peering into the pond, her pigtails are with branches tidied up with a moon comb. The birch girl reveals the "secret ... of tree thoughts", tells about the shepherd who comes to her "on a starry night." This is the first feeling of a girl inexperienced in love pleasures. In the spirit of chastity, Yesenin planned to endure the book "Poems about Love", but this cycle was never implemented.

green hair,

girl breast,

O thin birch,

What did you look into the pond?

Reveal, reveal to me the secret

Your tree thoughts

I fell in love - sad

Your pre-autumn noise.

The following line was preserved in the draft of this poem: Farewell my bride to new cranes". The one to whom this line was dedicated could not be Yesenin's bride. But intonation, frankness, involuntarily push to identify the lyrical hero with the author himself, and the quivering birch with the young woman who inspired the poet - Lydia Ivanovna Kashina.

AND Zryadnova Anna Romanovna

In 1912, Sergei Yesenin, at the age of 17, came to conquer Moscow. Considering himself a poet, Yesenin refused to work with his father in a butcher's shop as a clerk and he chose a place with a tiny salary in a printing house, hoping to print his poems here. In the proofreading room, none of the employees recognizes him as a poet (still, they are preparing the works of great Russian poets for publication!), And the editorial offices of newspapers and magazines, where the young man shows his poems, refuse to publish them. Only the student Anna, Anna Izryadnova, who also served as a proofreader for Sytin, managed to see a real poet in a boy who was four years younger than her. How did she understand him? How she loved him! On weekends, they go to classes at Shanyavsky University together, they talk a lot about poetry and literature. After work, Yesenin accompanies Anna to the house in 2nd Pavlovsky Lane, and then returns to Serpukhovka, where he lives with his father in a small room.

Anna became his first woman. Sergei felt like an adult man, a husband. For Yesenin, this period was the most abundant in his work. He wrote 70 beautiful poems. It was from that time he took place as a poet. Undoubtedly, his creative growth was facilitated by living in Moscow, communication with writers and publishers, classes at Shanyavsky University, work in a proofreader, but most importantly - his love for Anna. This combination of talent and love in the poet's life should be considered a "Izryadnov" period. And it is not by chance that the main lines appeared at this time:

If the holy Rat shouts:

"Throw Rus', live in paradise!"

I will say: "There is no need for paradise.

Give me my country."

On March 21, 1914, Anna became pregnant and carefully concealed the pregnancy from everyone for several months. Time passed. At the sixth month, Anna could no longer hide the pregnancy from her relatives. The news of extramarital relations and the expectation of a child was hard received in the Izryadnov family. Anna had to leave. She rented a room near the Serpukhov outpost and began to live together with Yesenin.

Wattle fences doze quietly in the fog.

Do not grieve, my white hut,

That again we are one and alone.

Cleans the moon in the thatched roof

Horns rimmed with blue.

I did not follow her and did not go out

Escort behind deaf haystacks.

I know the years will drown out the anxiety.

This pain, like years, will pass.

And the mouth, and the innocent soul

She saves for others.

The one who asks for joy is not strong,

Only the proud live in strength.

And the other will crumble and abandon,

Like a collar corroded by raw materials.

Work, home, family, Anna is expecting a baby, and there is not enough time and energy for poetry. For inspiration, Sergei leaves for the Crimea. One. He returned full of impressions and inspiration. He quit his job and spent all day writing poetry. Anna did not argue and did not demand anything from him. I just loved. He was so comfortable. In December 1914, Yesenin took his wife to the hospital. He was terribly proud when his son was born. By the time Anna returned from the hospital, I had washed the room to a shine and cooked dinner. The 19-year-old father gazed with surprise at his son's tiny face, looking for his features in it, and could not stop admiring it. He named the baby George, Yurochka.
In her memoirs, Anna Romanovna wrote:

At the end of December my son was born. Yesenin had to go through a lot with me (we lived only together). It was necessary to send me to the hospital, to take care of the apartment. When I returned home, he had an exemplary order: everything was washed, the stoves were heated, and even dinner was ready and a cake was bought, he was waiting. He looked at the child with curiosity, kept repeating: "Here I am the father." Then he soon got used to it, fell in love with him, shook him, lulled him, sang songs over him. He made me sing while rocking: "You sing more songs to him." In March 1915 he went to Petrograd to seek his fortune. In May of the same year he came to Moscow, already different. I spent a little time in Moscow, went to the countryside, wrote good letters. In the fall I stopped by: "I'm going to Petrograd." He called with him ... He immediately said: "I will return soon, I will not live there for a long time."

But Yesenin did not return to Anna. He was enthusiastically received in the capital. Soon the first book of poems was published. There was a harsh World War. The poet was drafted into the army. He served on an ambulance train, delivering the wounded from the front. Then there was February Revolution. The poet deserted from Kerensky's army. In the summer of 1917, with his friend, the poet Alexei Ganin, he decided to leave for the provinces. The poet was nineteen years old when he arrived in Moscow. There he met Anna Izryadnova. He found in her soul mate. They spent days together, he was the first to read his poems to her, in the evenings he accompanied her on foot through all of Moscow. Anna sheltered Yesenin at home, became his common-law wife, and in 1914 gave birth to his son Yuri. Yesenin loved his son very much, Anna was the only person whom he trusted infinitely.

Her memory was sacred. He came to her to burn manuscripts, he came to her on the fateful day of his departure to Leningrad, in December 1925, feeling that he was about to be killed, he went to say goodbye, said: “Take care of your son.” It can be seen that the poet's heart foresaw trouble. A cruel consideration awaited his son, who was just as independent, bold in judgment, and also wrote poetry. In 1937 he was arrested and after sadistic torture he was shot.

Memories of the first serious love, of a family that was so difficult and painful to create and yet did not take place, of the first-born son as the most sonorous and, at the same time, saddest song, were amazingly expressed in a poem of 1916, at the first publication (in March ) called "Warm Evening":

I know the years will drown out the anxiety.
This pain, like the years, will pass.
And the mouth, and the innocent soul
She saves for others...
I'm not waiting for fate out of melancholy,
It will viciously twist the powder.
And she will come to our land
Warm up your baby.
He will take off his fur coat and untie his shawls,
Come with me by the fire.
And calmly and kindly say
That the child is like me.

Z Inaida Nikolaevna Reich

She was called a demonic woman who playfully ruined the lives of two brilliant men. Who was she? The poet's muse? The leading actress of the Meyerhold Theater? Or just a woman who loved and was loved?

In 1917, in the editorial office of the newspaper Delo Naroda, where Yesenin's poems were published, the poet met the jolly, lively girl Zinaida Reich. With her, he goes on a journey to the North, to Solovki and Murmansk. They decide to get married. We bought wedding rings, dressed up the bride, there was no money for a wedding bouquet, but they were happy. The bride was beautiful, she wanted to have a family, he was in love.

At first everything was fine, they rented an apartment on Liteiny. Once they threw their wedding rings out the window and immediately rushed to look for them. With the move to Moscow, family life began to crumble. Even despite the birth of daughter Tatyana in May 1918 and son Konstantin in March 1920, family life did not work out for a year. They divorced in 1921, Zinaida became an actress and married Meyerhold. Zinaida was the most beloved of the women close to Yesenin, and Zinaida loved Yesenin very much. Reich wrote a letter to Stalin, asking him to speak honestly about the death of Sergei Yesenin. And she, like the first son of the poet, suffered a terrible fate. In 1939, she was brutally murdered in her own apartment, stabbed to death. In Yesenin's poems there is no direct mention of Zinaida Nikolaevna, but he will write her poem after poem, one better than the other. For example, “Letter to a woman”.

Do you remember,

Of course, you remember everything

How I stood

Approaching the wall

You excitedly walked around the room

And something sharp

They threw it in my face.

You said:

It's time for us to part

What tormented you

My crazy life

That it's time for you to get down to business,

And my destiny -

Darling!

You didn't love me.

You did not know that in the host of people

I was like a horse driven in soap

Spurred by a brave rider.

You didn't know

That I'm in solid smoke

In a life torn apart by a storm

That's why I suffer that I do not understand -

Where the rock of events takes us.

Face to face

Can't see faces.

The poem “The Evening Drew Black Eyebrows ...”, although included by the poet in the cycle “Love of a Hooligan”, which is usually associated with the name of another woman, is nevertheless dedicated to Zinaida Nikolaevna.

Maybe tomorrow will be different

I will leave healed forever.

Listen to the songs of rain and bird cherry,

How does a healthy person live?

I will forget the dark forces

That tormented me, ruining.

Sweet look! Cute look!

Only one I will not forget you.

And, finally, the poem “Flowers tell me goodbye”, written two months before the death of the poet, is again addressed to her.

Flowers say goodbye to me

Heads bowing lower

That I will never see

Her face and fatherland.

And, listening to the song in silence,

Beloved with another beloved

Maybe he will remember me

How about a unique flower.

IN Olpin Nadezhda Davydovna

Hope Volpin. She occupied a special place in Yesenin's life. Remember the last lines from "Shagane ..."?

“There is a girl in the north too.

She looks a lot like you.

Maybe he's thinking about me..."

It's just about her. Fate gave Yesenin friendship with a very interesting person- Nadezhda Davydovna Volpin. The same Nadenka, who was madly in love with the poet. They often met and talked. She idolized him, appreciated his poetic gift. She gave birth to Yesenin's son Alexander, a talented mathematician, a poet who knew exile, who spent time in a prison psychiatric hospital, expelled from the country in 1975 to the United States.

18-year-old Nadezhda Volpin met Sergei Yesenin in the fall of 1919 at the Union of Poets. At that time she was a member of the youth group "Green Workshop", created under the Union. They often saw each other in cafes where poets gathered and read their poems from the stage. One evening, when Sergei Yesenin was asked to read poetry, and, as often happened to him, he either flirted, or really did not want to read and refused, Nadezhda turned to him. Appealed aggressively and passionately. And to her surprise, he agreed. I started reading new poems...

Young Nadezhda was peculiarly pretty. And it is known that the poet could not miss a single skirt. From that moment it all started. They began to meet almost daily in the same cafe or walked along the Moscow streets. Yesenin often accompanied Nadia and often went to her to drink tea.
The then life was difficult and hungry, the girl was forced to move from place to place. And each time the poet was surprised at the unsettled life of his girlfriend and persistently tried to take care of her. By the way, at that time Yesenin was still legally married to Zinaida Reich and they had two children. True, they lived apart, although the divorce was not formalized. What was Nadezhda to do? She became very attached to Sergei and realized that her feeling for the poet was love. Gradually, Nadezhda and Yesenin became inseparable. They were connected not only by poetry, but also by a passion that flared up once and flared up like a fire.

B Enislavskaya Galina Arturovna

At the Vagankovsky cemetery in Moscow, a stone's throw from the grave of Sergei Yesenin, a small slab of white marble seems to grow out of the ground. It says: "Galina Arturovna Benislavskaya". This is the name of love that has become stronger than death.

There are many obscure things in the life of Sergei Yesenin, except, perhaps, his murder and this, albeit complex, but at the same time sincere love for him by Galina Benislavskaya ...

November 4, 1920 on literary evening"The Trial of the Imagists" Yesenin met Galina Benislavskaya. “This girl, smart and deep, loved Yesenin devotedly and selflessly.” She conducted his literary affairs, communicated with his close friends, cared for, loved, was jealous, tolerated his betrayals.

From the diary of G. Benislavskaya: “Before Sergei, I did not love anyone. Here I clearly understood that I can give everything: both principles (not to marry), and body (which until then I could not even imagine), and not only I can, but I want it. I know that I immediately put an end to my dream of independence, and - I obeyed. I didn’t know that in the future I would fight this feeling and inflate in myself the slightest disposition towards others, just to get rid of Sergei, from this blissful and painful illness...

SO selflessly, as Galina loved, they rarely love. Yesenin considered her the closest friend, but did not see a woman in her. Slender, green-eyed, braids almost to the floor, but he did not notice this, he talked about his feelings for others.

Galina considered him her husband, he told her: “Galya, you are very good, you are the closest friend, but I don’t love you ...”

Yesenin's death shocked her ...

After the death of a loved one, Galina "cut herself off" from all living things and lived in the past. Everything that did not concern Yesenin did not interest her. She put in order the papers of Sergei, which remained in her archive, wrote memoirs about him. And a year later, in the same blizzard December in which her love was buried, she shot herself at his grave ...

Galya's suicide note: "Suicide" here; although I know that after that even more dogs will hang on Yesenin. But he and I will not care. In this grave for me all the most precious ... "

She was buried next to him. People are mortal, love is immortal.On the monument were inscribed the words: "Faithful Galya."

What to desire under the burden of life?

Cursing your inheritance and home,

I would like to have a good

See the girl under the window.

So that with her eyes

Vasilkovs,

Only me -

Not to anyone -

And with words and new feelings

Calms the heart and chest.

A Isadora Duncan

Isadora Duncan did not speak Russian, Yesenin did not understand English. But that didn't stop their love.

In 1921, the famous actress, world-famous dancer Isadora Duncan appeared in Russia, who decided to open a dance school in Russia. She met Yesenin in the studio of the artist Yakulov. The poet struck her imagination. Knowing a few words in Russian, she said: "Angel, angel." Isadora Duncan and the poet fell in love. Their feelings were raging, it was a great passion both on his part and on her part. Her fate as a mother was terrible, her children, a boy and a girl, died in a car accident, she painfully experienced their death, she wanted to commit suicide. In 1922, Yesenin and Duncan registered their marriage and went abroad. They traveled a lot. But the poet was homesick, for Russia. Isadora was 17 years older than Sergei Yesenin. She loved him madly, suffered, worried when the poet drank a lot; a year and a half of painful family life undermined the strength and health of both. Isadora turned into an elderly, heavy woman with a red, ugly face (according to Gorky's memoirs). Once in Germany, looking for her husband for three days, she found him in a tavern; he was hiding from Isadora with the poet Kusikov. Bursting into the tavern in a red tunic, with a whip, she broke the dishes there.

Many poems have been written abroad, but in these poems there is pain for those Russians who are forced to live abroad.

Drinking here again, fighting and crying

Under harmonica yellow sadness.

Cursing your failures

Remember Muscovite Rus'.

Yesenin was tired of living abroad, tired of family quarrels, scandals, they returned to Russia. He was very happy that he returned to his homeland. Rejoiced like a child. He touched houses, trees. He assured that everything, even the sky and the moon, are different than they have there. Yesenin and Duncan break up. Yesenin wants new feelings, he wants to love again. Isadora's life was tragically cut short, she died in 1938 while walking in a car, when her light scarf, wrapped around her neck, hit the wheel of the car and instantly suffocated her. Returning to Russia, Yesenin had to experience a lot. Homelessness, illness, drinking with friends, conflicts with the Imagists, provocations began against him, he had to go through the slander of literary critics, persecution in the press. He had to go through denunciations, interrogations, judicial threats.

The result of Yesenin's acquaintance with A. Duncan and their travels around Europe was the Moscow Tavern cycle:« The evening brought black eyebrows ... "
"All living things in a special way...""Yes! Now it's decided. No return...""Honey, let's sit next to me...""Swept fire blue...» "Mysterious world, my ancient world...""I'm sad to see you...""I have only one thing to do...""I do not regret, do not call, do not cry...""Do not swear! Such a thing..."“Sing, sing. On the damn guitar..."Let you be drunk by others..."“They are drinking here again, fighting and crying…”"Is my side, my side ...""Don't torment me with coolness...""You're as simple as..."This street is familiar to me..."I won't fool myself..."

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

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

I never lie in my heart
And therefore, to the voice of swagger
I can safely say
That I say goodbye to hooliganism.


M Iklashevskaya Augusta Leonidovna

In the autumn of 1923, fate gave Yesenin a meeting with Augusta Leonidovna Miklashevskaya, an actress of the Chamber Theater, a beautiful, gentle, beautiful woman. The poet dedicated masterpieces of love lyrics, beautiful love poems to her.

The Hooligan's Love cycle is dedicated to Augusta Miklashevskaya. Love for this woman was healing for the sick and devastated soul of the poet. A spiritual feeling for Miklashevskaya enlightens, elevates and inspires Yesenin to work, makes him again and again believe in the significance of an ideal feeling. In the poem "A blue fire swept ..." he exclaims: "For the first time I sang about love, / For the first time I refuse to scandal." Lyrical hero admits: “I didn’t like drinking and dancing // And losing my life without looking back.” He sees the meaning of his existence in looking at his beloved, "seeing the eye of a golden-brown whirlpool", touching her thin hand and her hair "color in autumn." He tries to prove "how a hooligan knows how to love, how he knows how to be submissive."

In love, in the beloved woman, the lyrical hero sees the meaning of existence: "I would follow you forever." This is the rebirth of a hardened heart, the ringing song of the healed Lyra. The love line continues its development in the poem "You are as simple as everyone else", where the portrait of the beloved is presented to the lyrical hero by the strict iconic face of the Mother of God.

A blue fire swept

Forgotten relatives gave.

For the first time I sang about love,

For the first time I refuse to scandal.

I was all - like a neglected garden,

He was greedy for women and potion.

Enjoyed drinking and dancing

And lose your life without looking back.

He sang earthly features in the guise of his beloved.

You are so simple, like everyone else,

Like a hundred thousand others in Russia.

Do you know the lonely dawn

You know the cold of autumn is blue.

Augusta Leonidovna recalled: “I remember how he was sitting on the carpet at my feet, holding my hands and saying: “Beautiful, beautiful ... I will write poetry for you ...”. According to friends, “some peaceful, unusually calm Yesenin and Miklashevskaya under a thin bluish veil are a Blok spectacle. Happy friends who saw Yesenin at his time last love. It casts, as it were, a reflection on all subsequent lyrics of the poet.

In 1923, the engagement of Miklashevskaya and Yesenin took place, but it did not lead to an eternal union. Fate decreed otherwise. In one of the meetings on the street, he told her: “I have lived with you all our life.”

W agane

The brightest cycle of lyrical poems "Persian Motives", written in the Caucasus (1924-1925). In "Persian Motives" love is "not a sensual tremor", not a "tempered connection", but the warmth and tenderness of Yesenin's heart, expressed in affectionate words addressed to an oriental beauty.

Sweet hands - a pair of swans -

Dive into the gold of my hair.

Everything in this world of people

The song of love is sung and repeated.

In 1924, the poet met the Armenian teacher Shagandukht Talyan. A friendship developed between them. They met, wandered the streets. The poet told her about Russia, about relatives, about his life. Shagane talked a lot about herself, she had a difficult life. She lost her family early, first her mother died, then her father. Then the beloved husband dies. Shagane was interesting to Yesenin, it was easy and calm with her. Yesenin creates a cycle of poems about Shagane.Yesenin to see in her a beautiful representative of an oriental woman, and Shagan to treat Yesenin's poetic gift with great respect.

Working on poems from the cycle "Persian Motifs", S. Yesenin in his poetic imagination creates the image of a beautiful Persian woman. The meeting in Batumi with a beautiful oriental woman inspired the poet even more. According to the memoirs of contemporaries, Shagane Talyan “outwardly was attractive: slender, graceful, with regular features, delicate and clean skin. The wavy brown hair was good. And the eyes seemed enviably beautiful: large, brown, sometimes mockingly sparkling, sometimes gently shining. And if in the first two poems of "Persian Motives" only a nameless oriental woman is mentioned, then in the third poem the poet addresses the heroine by name: "Shagane you are mine, Shagane!" Of course, this is a generalized poetic name, but the meeting with Shagane Talyan could serve as an impetus for its creation. S. Yesenin read her the poem “You are my Shagane, Shagane ...”, gave the girl an autograph of this poem, and on January 4, the poet handed over the book “Moscow Tavern” with a dedicatory inscription: “My dear Shagane. You are nice and sweet to me. S. Yesenin. 4.1.25. Batum.

Shagane you are mine, Shagane!

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 expanses.
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'm ready to tell you the field.

About wavy rye in the moonlight
You can guess by my curls.
Darling, joke, smile
Do not wake up 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 a lot like you
Maybe he's thinking about me...

Shagane you are mine, Shagane. Yesenin and Shagane broke up in February 1925, two months later the poet returned to Moscow.

WITH Ofya Andreevna Tolstaya

He decisively changes his fate and marries Sofya Andreevna Tolstaya, Leo Tolstoy's granddaughter. Yesenin was proud that he became related to Tolstoy, marrying his granddaughter Sophia on March 5, 1925. She was 5 years younger than Yesenin, the blood of the world's greatest writer flowed in her veins. She was in charge of the library of the Writers' Union.

Honey, I'll be thirty soon.

And the earth is dearer to me every day.

That's why the heart will dream

That I burn with pink fire!

Many friends considered Yesenin's marriage a reckless step, and the poet himself was not sure that he was doing the right thing. Sophia loved Yesenin! She said that some types, drunk and dirty, constantly visited their house ... They slept on the couch, or beds, ate and drank and used Yesenin's money ... But Sonya did not have new shoes, boots, nothing new, everything old, demolished ... Sofya Andreevna tried to tear him away from an unhealthy environment, surround him with care, kept notes of his statements, wrote down poems. It was difficult for Yesenin to get used to the new life. Returning from the psychiatric hospital, he stopped by Sophia's to pick up his things; and went straight from there to Leningrad, where a few days later he would be found hanged in a room at the Angleterre Hotel... Sophia Tolstaya, Yesenin's last lover, devoted her life to creating two museums - her husband and her great grandfather... She passed away in 1957.

Sofya Tolstaya is another failed Yesenin's hope to start a family. Coming from an aristocratic family, according to the recollections of Yesenin's friends, she was very arrogant, proud, she demanded respect for etiquette and unquestioning obedience. These qualities of hers were in no way combined with the simplicity, generosity, cheerfulness, and mischievous nature of Sergei. She had a bitter fate: to survive the hell of the last months of her life with Yesenin. And then, in December 1925, go to Leningrad for his body.

E Senina Tatyana Fedorovna

Our story about the beloved women of Sergei Yesenin would be incomplete if we did not talk about Yesenin's holy love for his mother and sisters. He spoke enthusiastically about them, he helped them study in Moscow, helped them with money, made gifts. In poetry, the poet shares his most intimate feelings and thoughts with his relatives. Many poems are dedicated to Sister Shura. “I haven’t seen such beautiful ones,” the poet wrote about her. Trembling, sacred for the poet's feeling for his mother. He captured it in sincere, heartfelt lines.

Are you still alive, my old lady?

I'm alive too. Hello you, hello!

Let it flow over your hut

That evening unspeakable light.

Mom for the poet was the most beloved and dear woman in life ...

I'm still just as gentle

And I only dream about

So that rather from rebellious longing

To return to our low house ...

(Excerpt from the poem *Letter to mother*)

Once they asked Tatyana Fedorovna Yesenina why she always wears black. She replied: “Everyone calls me a Nun, but that’s not why I go in black: as I buried Sergei, I don’t take off this outfit.” Sighing, she added: “Sergei was gentle, you never know what they say about him, but he was not at all like that ...”. This was said after the death of the poet. Said by mother. The one to which the poet confessed.

Sweet, kind, old, tender,

Do not be friends with sad thoughts.

Listen - under this snowy harmonica

I'll tell you about my life.



Conclusion

“No matter how I swear to someone in crazy love, no matter how I assure myself of the same, all this, in essence, is a huge and fatal mistake. There is something that I love above all women, above any woman, and that I wouldn't trade it for any kindness or any kind of love. This is art..."

Yesenin.

The poet's love lyrics captured a whole gamut of human feelings. Like all his work, it is autobiographical and truthful, it reveals the personality of the poet, his soul. Yesenin's love lyrics, according to N. Rylenkov, are able to quench "the thirst for human tenderness." Each reader finds his own vision of love in his poems, because "everyone in the world sings and repeats the song of love."

Sergei Yesenin, probably more than other poets, strove with his soul for goodness and love. Because this love, these feelings so brightly, so warmly illuminate all his work. Even more - all his life, and perhaps this is what allowed A. Tolstoy to say: "His poetry is, as it were, throwing away the treasures of his soul with both handfuls."

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Today we know hundreds of different works. All of them gather an audience around them, where the tastes of people coincide. But only some creations can make absolutely everyone feel like it. And here it is not necessary to have special writing skills or come up with something new and mysterious. It is enough just to show people themselves. A fantastic ballad can give a lot of sensations, but real, heavy, passionate love will do much more.

Yesenin S.A. - this is exactly the person who can make you feel and experience sweet and, at the same time, quivering emotions.

A feature of this poet is a great attachment to the theme of love. Those who are well acquainted with his works cannot even imagine this author without passion, passionate feelings and admiration. All his work is saturated with love and its warmth.

In his poems, we can experience the joy of meeting with a loved one, longing in separation, sadness and despair. He conveys all his thoughts so sensually that no one can remain indifferent.

Yesenin, in his creations, often describes love for the Motherland. It seems to intertwine two feelings - love and patriotism. This helps him animate everything around him:

"Green hair,

Maiden chest.

Oh, thin birch,

What did you look into the pond?

(Green hairstyle, Maiden chest.)

The ability to choose the right metaphors creates a completely new world of Yesenin, where nature comes to life and fills everything with its beauty.

"With scarlet berry juice on the skin,

Gentle, beautiful, was

You look like a pink sunset

And, like snow, radiant and bright.

(Do not walk, do not crush in the crimson bushes)

The second stage of Yesenin's life is characterized by a change of mood, due to the revolution that he witnessed. This influenced his love lyrics. There were no more words of loftiness of love and admiration of nature.

"Yes! Now - decided no return

I left my native land

They will no longer be winged foliage

I need to ring poplars.

(Yes! Now decided. No return...”)

Now his attitude towards women has also changed. If earlier it was a cute slender birch, now his appeal to a woman is like dirt.

“In the garden you would be on a stuffed animal,

Frighten crows.

Tormented me to the liver

From all sides."

("Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom...")

“I was all - like a neglected garden,

He was greedy for women and potion.

Enjoyed drinking and dancing

And lose your life without looking back.

(A blue fire swept up)

Love, as a saving force, leads the poet to rebirth, to the desire to live and create. In the poem "Honey, let's sit next to each other ..." he writes:

"This is autumn gold,

This strand of white hair -

Everything appeared as salvation

Restless rake."

The next cycle of works is an attempt to return the lost love. Yesenin is trying to find the meaning of life again, but that wild life left an imprint on the fate of the poet. He often writes about how he missed his homeland, tries to write about love, but he himself feels that she is almost gone.

“It can be seen that this is the way it is forever -

By the age of thirty, having gone crazy,

All stronger, burnt cripples,

We keep in touch with life.”

(“Apparently, this is the way it has been forever ...”)

More and more we feel the author's sadness about unfulfilled hopes. But at the same time there is something more. Wisdom... He begins to understand life in a new way. And his love, albeit rejected and unrequited, but still strong, he conveys in new poems.

Many years have passed, and we are still experiencing all the same feelings that the author laid in his creations. And all because he wrote about what is so close and understandable to each of us.

The theme of love in the lyrics of S. A. Yesenin

The work of S. A. Yesenin is inextricably linked with that love, it seems to not exist without this high feeling. The soul of a poet cannot but love, admire, and burn with passion. She breathes love, lives it, which is reflected in the lyrics.

The first love of the poet is born in his homeland, in the "country of birch calico". Poems related to this period (the beginning of the 10s of the 20th century) are similar in their mood to folk songs, full of rustic melody and melodiousness. Folklore motifs are clearly audible in them (“Imitation of a Song”, 1910). From an early age, folk tales, sayings, riddles sunk into the soul of S. A. Yesenin. Therefore, his first poems are distinguished by a half-note of colors, sounds, smells. In his poems - the soft green of the fields, the scarlet light of dawn, the white smoke of bird cherry, the blue sand of the sky.

Love lyrics occupies a significant place in the poetry of S. A. Yesenin. Various experiences of the poet are reflected in his poems - the joy of meeting with his beloved, longing in separation, sadness, despair. But the theme of love in his poems is closely intertwined with Yesenin's main theme - the theme of love for the Motherland. Love for a woman is revealed in him through love for his native land. With amazing ability, he animates the nature of his native land:

green hair,

Maiden chest.

Oh, thin birch,

What did you look into the pond?

Birch - his favorite image, becomes a birch girl with a green hem, with which the wind plays; maple on one leg; mountain ash burning with its fruits; aspens looking into rose water; rye with a swan's neck and many other amazing metaphors and images create their own special world in the work of S. A. Yesenin - the world of living and spiritualized nature in which he himself lived.

The poetry of love, merging with the poetry of nature, draws from it the chastity of spring flowering, the sensuality of summer heat.

The poet's beloved is the embodiment of the beauty of the surrounding world, the beauty of the native village landscape. She appears before us “with a sheaf of hair ... oatmeal”, “with scarlet berry juice on her skin”, and her “flexible frame and shoulders” were invented by nature itself. So S. A. Yesenin describes his beloved in the poem "Do not walk, do not crush in the crimson bushes ...", written in 1916.

In the poem "Green is hiding ..." the girl appears before us in the poet's favorite image - in the image of a thin birch that "looked into the pond." The birch tree itself tells us how on a “starry night” “by the bare knees ... hugged” her shepherd and “shed tears”, saying goodbye to her “until the new cranes”.

In the early twenties, there is a sharp change in the mood of the poet in love poems. Yesenin, having witnessed the events of the revolution, seeing the changes taking place in the country, deeply felt the inner mood of the people. It was reflected in the cycle of poems "Moscow Tavern", where the village song lyricism is replaced by a distinct sharp rhythm. The poet, experiencing the difficult changes in Russia together with the people, cannot determine his place in life, suffers deeply from the consciousness of spiritual split. He expected from the revolution the realization of the dream of a "peasant's paradise", a free, well-fed, happy life on earth. But in fact, the ruin of the rural "blue Rus'" took place. S. A. Yesenin felt that there was a destruction of harmony with nature. In one of his letters of that time, he wrote: “It touches me ... only sadness for the departing sweet, dear animal and the unshakable power of the dead, mechanical ... I am sad now that history is going through a difficult era of killing the individual as a living , because there is absolutely not the socialism that I thought about. This heavy mood is also expressed in love lyrics. Here we will no longer meet words about sublime love, there is no admiration for nature that was always present in early poems. The poet "without return" leaves his "native fields". "Yes! Now it's settled. No return...” he wrote in 1922. Feelings are trampled, momentary desires come to the fore: "When ... the moon shines ... the devil knows how," he goes "alley to the familiar tavern." There is no beauty of a pink sunset, there is only "noise and din in this creepy lair."

The attitude towards a woman changes dramatically: she is no longer a slender birch girl, but a “lousy” prostitute who was “loved” and “smeared”. She is dirty, stupid, and instead of love causes only hatred. This mood of the poet is expressed in the poem “Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom...”, written in 1923. However, such images are a demonstrative expression of a depressed state. inner world poet. Vicious "tavern" love is a desperate poetic cry about the destructive passion of taverns. And yet, through the painful spiritual mood of poetic works, the lyricism inherent in S. A. Yesenin breaks through, the sincerity breaks out onto the pages of poems, which further emphasize the deep tragedy of the state of the poet’s soul: Dear, I cry, I’m sorry ... sorry .. .

In 1923, the poet returns from a large foreign trip, which played a significant role in his work. He is disappointed in the bourgeois-democratic principles of the Western world, he is also disappointed in past ideals. S. A. Yesenin is convinced, “how beautiful and rich Russia is. It seems that there is no such country yet and cannot be. He does not write poems about foreign impressions, nothing inspires him to work away from his native land. In his lyrics there is a motive of sadness, regret about the bygone youth, about wasted years, wasted energy and time in taverns among vagrants and prostitutes. Now the poet again "sang about love", refusing to scandal. In the poem "A blue fire was swept up ..." he writes: I stopped enjoying drinking and dancing And losing my life without looking back. The lyrical hero is again shrouded in "blue fire", he is kindled by "gentle tread, light camp" and, of course, hair "color in autumn". Love, as a saving force, leads the poet to rebirth, to the desire to live and create. In the poem "Honey, let's sit next to each other ..." he writes:

It's autumn gold

This strand of white hair -

Everything appeared as salvation

Restless rake.

In the poem "Son of a bitch", written in 1924, S. A. Yesenin recalls the forgotten "girl in white", and his soul comes to life again: The pain of the soul came up again. With this pain, I seem to be younger ... Thoughts of bright, pure rural youth are reborn in my memory. But the rampant tavern life has already managed to leave its mark on the fate of the poet and it is no longer possible to return the “former song”: Yes, I liked the girl in white, But now I love in blue. In the same period, Yesenin creates a cycle of poems “Persian Motifs”, the most famous of which is “Shagane, you are mine, Shagane!”. It talks about how, being far from his homeland, the poet wants to tell his beloved woman about the incomparable beauty of the Ryazan expanses that filled his life with vivid, unforgettable impressions:

... I'm ready to tell you the field,

About wavy rye in the moonlight ...

No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,

It is no better than Ryazan expanses ...

Like the whole cycle of poems, it is filled with a romantic mood and light sadness:

There in the north, the girl too,

Maybe he's thinking about me...

“It seems that this is the way it has been forever ...” - in this poem, written in 1925, the sadness of unfulfilled hopes for happiness “by the age of thirty” is poured out. The lyrical hero was ready to burn with "pink fire", "burning" along with his beloved. And although she gave her heart "with laughter" to another, but, nevertheless, this love, unrequited and tragic, "led the stupid poet ... to sensual poems." Being rejected, the lyrical hero remains true to his former feeling. He finds again a faithful messenger - this is "dear Jim":

She will come, I promise you.

And without me, in her staring gaze,

You gently lick her hand for me

For everything in which he was and was not guilty.

The poems of S. A. Yesenin continue to excite us with their dramatic lyrical experiences many years after they were written. This is due to the fact that Yesenin's lyricism, tragic and sublimely romantic, evokes feelings in the reader that are close and understandable to everyone.

The theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics occupies a special place. True connoisseurs of Russian literature cannot remain indifferent to these heartfelt lines filled with a lively bright feeling. You read them and, it seems, you touch eternity, because they awaken the most secret feelings in the soul. The addressees of Yesenin's love lyrics are women whom he admired and idolized. It should be noted with what sincere tenderness he addresses them, how charming epithets he selects. Yesenin's poems about love are incredibly melodic and beautiful. They want to read aloud, thinking about every word.

No one can remain indifferent to these amazing lines. In this article we will consider the theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics. How is it different? What can be found in it truly amazing to an ordinary person?

Features of Yesenin's love lyrics

When you get acquainted with these bewitching verses, it seems that they touch every string of your soul. There is a complete immersion in the process of contemplation of these penetrating lines. You read them and are filled with some kind of majestic beauty that brings joy and moral satisfaction. The features of Yesenin's love lyrics are that it fits very easily to music.

That is why so many beautiful and soulful songs appeared on the verses of this wonderful poet. Literary critics rightly call Sergei Yesenin a "poetic singer" who knew how to say a lot, expressing his feelings in rhyme.

"A blue fire swept"

One of the most beautiful lyric works. The poem is imbued with tender feelings and reflects the reassessment of values ​​that occurs in the soul of the lyrical hero. It seems that he is ready to completely submit to fate, give up bad habits and even “stop making trouble”. The heart of the lyrical hero is filled with bright emotions, he feels in himself the opportunity to change a lot in life, to correct the mistakes of the past.

Sergei Yesenin uses very beautiful means artistic expressiveness to express one’s state: “blue fire”, “golden-brown whirlpool”, “hair color in autumn”. Everything shows that the experience of feeling awakens feelings in his soul, leading to change. The poem leaves a pleasant feeling of tender sadness for unfulfilled dreams and helps to remember the real goals.

"You don't love me, don't pity me"

The poem is quite famous and beautiful. These lines captivate the imagination, make the soul shrink with delight. The lyrical hero is in a state of confusion. The key here is the line "Who loved, he cannot love." The heart of the lyrical hero is not yet ready to experience a new love. There are too many scars in the soul that do not make it possible to feel truly happy. It may seem that he is too closed and fears the onset of additional experiences. Moral torment brings a lot of mental pain, from which it is sometimes impossible to find deliverance. The lyrical hero is somewhat disappointed in life.

He simultaneously wants to change something, and is afraid to accept significant events in his fate, which is why the words appear in the poem: "Whoever loved, he cannot love." After all, there is always the possibility that you will be deceived and abandoned. It is these feelings that the lyrical hero experiences, fearing the onset of a new disappointment.

"Hands of a sweetheart - a pair of swans"

The poem is incredibly tender, quivering and full of warmth. The lyrical hero of Sergei Yesenin admires female beauty, is captivated by her. He wants to find his true happiness, but conflict is inevitable: there are too many regrets in his soul that prevent him from feeling happy. There is a great focus on experiencing the subjective feeling.

“I don’t know how to live my life” is an expression of confusion, anxiety and invisible loneliness. The lyrical hero is disturbed by the idea that most of his life has been lived in vain. It is difficult for him to decide on the choice of direction in which he needs to follow. The feeling of love beckons him to conquer unknown heights, but he is afraid of being disappointed, afraid of being deceived. The lyrical hero often refers to his previous experience in order to compare some things, to understand how to proceed.

“Sing, sing. On the damn guitar...

The poem is incredibly sensual and is dedicated to living a passionate feeling. The lyrical hero feels like an unarmed knight who embarked on an exciting adventure. He is beckoned by beautiful impulses and at the same time alarmed. This is one of the most penetrating works of Sergei Yesenin.

“I didn’t know that love is an infection” - this line shows how we are sometimes not ready to live the feeling of love. It frightens many, because they have to face something hitherto unknown, go to unknown distances. The lyrical hero understands love as "death", which inevitably comes when it comes to beautiful woman. He is already internally ready for disappointment.

"Stupid heart, don't beat"

The poem reflects the state of the lyrical hero experiencing an existential crisis. The lyrical hero does not believe in love, calls it a deception, because the feeling itself always makes him suffer. He has already gone through numerous trials as a result of past relationships and does not want to repeat the mistakes once made. The work is shrouded in a note of sadness, but hopelessness is not felt in it. The theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics is central.

"I remember, my love, I remember"

The poem is imbued with a note of nostalgia. The lyrical hero yearns for the time when he was different: without thinking about anything, he started a relationship, while not imposing certain obligations on himself. He yearns for the past and seems to momentarily want to return to it. However, some circumstances of life do not allow to return there.

The hero regrets some mistakes of the past, but at the same time understands that there is no more time left to try to correct them. Yesenin's poems about love are imbued with unprecedented tenderness, inspiration and light sadness. Strong feelings cover the soul of the reader and do not let go for a long time. These lyrical works I want to re-read it again to feel all their charm and greatness.

Instead of a conclusion

Thus, the theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics is a special direction in the poet's work. Here great importance have feelings and their development. The lyrical hero is revealed from an unexpected and beautiful side. He has a lot to learn about himself, to learn to accept his own emotional state.