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What did Sergey Yesenin's lyrics reveal to me?
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Seryozha has a beautiful voice of his own.
He loves
Russia in its own way, like no other.
And sings
her in her own way.
Birch trees, moon, rye fields, lakes -
here's his song.
And he sings it with all his being.
A. Andreev
Behind the dark ridge of the forest, a reddish, unkempt, as if sleepy, sun was setting.
For the last time, it lit up the scattered haystacks, fluffy clouds with a crimson shower of the beam, looked into my eyes.
Maybe it wanted to ask if I had heard anything about a Ryazan guy with brown hair, the color of ripe rye, eyes as blue as the sky and a smile as clear as a spring pouring rain.
Sun, stop for a moment!
I will tell you about Sergei Yesenin, I will tell you about his lyrics, I will tell you why I fell in love with his poems.
Yesenin's poems became dear to me as soon as I entered the magical world of poetry.
Since then, the versatility and originality of his work have never ceased to amaze me.
Studying the life and work of the poet more and more deeply, I fell in love with him with all my soul and I want to be a singer of his poetry.
Why?
I have often asked myself this question.
Indeed, why are his poems so close and understandable today?
Perhaps because of his deep love for his homeland, for his people, because of his boundless love for nature, its beauty, because they teach me to understand everything beautiful.
The poet's lyrics are alive with one great love — love for the motherland.
The feeling of the motherland is the main thing in the work of Sergei Yesenin.
Many poets have tried to reveal the theme of the motherland in their works.
But in my opinion, no one has managed to do it the way Yesenin did it.
He proudly called himself a "peasant's son” and a "citizen of the village".
Wherever Yesenin was, no matter what peak of glory he climbed, he always saw peasant Russia, lived by its hopes.
In Yesenin's poems, not only “Russia shines", not only the poet's quiet confession of love for her sounds, but also the person's faith in her future, the great future of her native people is expressed.
Yesenin froze in place.
He imagined a huge, endless Russia, all bathed in birch light, stood next to the huts along the Oka.
"My homeland —" whispered the lips, " My homeland”" And suddenly they froze, because there were other words:
Goy you, my dear Russia,
The huts are in the vestments of the image...
There is no end in sight —
Only the blue sucks the eyes.
Yesenin praises the unique beauty of his native land with frank warmth.
How he loves him!
He is in love with the endless fields, forests, his Ryazan sky, wildflowers.
Everything has been quiet around for a long time.
And he couldnot sleep.
He suddenly wanted to see a small forest lake, where he, a barefoot boy, chased the slanting rays of the sun, a young birch tree that in summer rinsed its braids in the water, and in winter tinkled crystal with them.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the haymaking season.
And how much strength it takes to wave a scythe from dawn to dark.
And a person walks and walks on his native land.
And the naughty stars do not know that the poet is not up to sleep, that he is immensely happy, because the whole world is for him.
The grasses bloom for him, the mischievous eyes of the lakes laugh for him, and even they, the stars, shine for him.
And involuntarily words are torn from the heart to the will:
About Rus — crimson field,
And the blue that fell into the river,
I love you to the point of joy and pain
Your lake melancholy.
What a boundless love for nature!
I admire the unique lyrics of Yesenin, the understanding of all the subtleties of native nature and the ability to convey it in verse.
Yesenin creates his poems about nature based on a rough drawing sketched by nature itself and compared with the general picture of natural life.
The poet plants a rowan tree near a peasant hut.
The last hopes are burning in the “rowan fire” :
A fire of red mountain ash is burning in the garden,
But it canot warm anyone.
Yesenin has a sharpened view of those features of nature that can be likened to the material world.
Even the heavenly bodies he invites to the earth.
The month is similar to a foal, he is also red and " harnessed” to a sleigh.
Under the moon, the most painful searches and discoveries of oneself take place.
Yesenin's poems contain the whole life, with all the twists, bumps and ups.
Yesenin has passed a small, but thorny life path.
He stumbled, made mistakes, fell into populism — these are quite natural " costs” of youth, of a personal nature.
However, Sergey Yesenin was always on the lookout, on the road, on the sharp turns of history.
All his personal experiences and failures recede before the main thing — love for the motherland.
What is the most precious thing in life for a person?
I would answer: "Homeland".
And isnot it a happiness to sing about her beauty!
It is impossible to live on earth and not have a home, a mother, a homeland.
And it is impossible not to love her.
Dew fell on the grass.
The mocking stars have melted in the sky.
The dawn was somehow pink and ringing.
It seemed that you would say the word quietly quietly, and it would fly across the whole earth.
Somewhere far away, a song began to play.
The forest, the lake, the sun responded to it loudly.
And Yesenin wanted to go to people.
He ran out into the meadow, looked at his native, painfully familiar fields and froze.
Now he knew for sure that no matter what lands fate had thrown him into, he would never part with this land or with the birch tree over the pond.
The words themselves lined up in a row:
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw you Russia, live in paradise!”
I will say “ " Do not need paradise,
Give me my homeland”"
It was his first oath of allegiance to the new, steel Russia.
The words rose in the ringing silence of dawn to the sun and flew over Russia together with the free winds through forests, lakes, meadows, through the years.
Having passed away at the age of 30, Yesenin left us a wonderful legacy.
Filled with love for a person, for his native land, imbued with sincerity, extreme sincerity, kindness, Yesenin's poetry is relevant and modern even today.
Many of his poems have become songs.
And I will carry a volume of Yesenin's poems with me through life.
I'll take it!
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