Yesenin Auto Biography

My first memories relate to the time I was three or four years. I remember: a forest, a large canavy road. Grandmother goes to the Radovets monastery, which from us in the miles of me, grabbing behind her stick, barely dragged her legs with fatigue, and my grandmother says everything: "Go, go, berry, God will give happiness." Often, blind people wandering around the villages often gathered at our house, spiritual poems about the beautiful paradise, about Lazar, about Mikola and about the groom, the light guest from the hail of the unknown.

The nanny, the old-saving old woman who looked after me, told me fairy tales, all those tales that all peasant children listen and know. Grandfather sang to me old songs, so viscous, mournful. On Saturday and Sundays, he told me the Bible and the Holy History. Street my life was not like a home.

My peers were mischievous guys. With them, I climbed together in other people's gardens. He ran away 2-3 days in the meadows and ate with the shepherds of fish, which we caught in small lakes, first torturing the water, with our hands, or with broods, they are burned. In the family we had a fitting uncle, except for grandmother, grandfather and my nanny. He loved me very much, and we often went with him on Oka to drink horses.

At night, the moon in quiet weather stands in the water. When the horses drank, it seemed to me that they were about to drink the moon, and rejoiced when she swam with their mouths with circles. When I was 12 years old, I was given to study from a rural zemstvo school to a teacher's school. My relatives wanted a rural teacher to come out of me. Their hopes extended to the institute, fortunately for my, which I did not get into.

Poems began to write from 9 years old, they learned to read at 5. The influence on my work at the very beginning had village ditties. The period of study did not leave any traces on me, except for the strong knowledge of the Church Slavonic language. That's all I carried out. The rest was engaged in himself under the leadership of a certain Klementov. He introduced me to new literature and explained why it was necessary to be afraid of the classics.

Of the poets, I liked Lermontov and Koltsov most of all. Later I went to Pushkin. At this time, I had a book of poems “Radunitsa”. I sent some of them to St. Petersburg magazines and, not receiving an answer, went there myself. He arrived, found Gorodetsky. He met me - 16 - very cordially. Then almost all poets gathered in his apartment. They started talking about me, and they began to print almost from the snake.

I was published: “Russian thought”, “life for all”, “monthly magazine” by Mirolyubov, “Northern Notes”, etc. It was in the spring of the same year Klyuyev sent me a telegram to the village and asked me to come to him. He found me the publisher M. Averyanov, and a few months later my first book Radunitsa was published. She came out in November G. In the first time of my stay in St.

Petersburg, I often had to meet in Blok and Ivanov-Raznik, later with Andrei Bely. The first period of the revolution met sympathetically, but more spontaneously than consciously. Over the years, I have been in Turkestan, in the Caucasus, Persia, in Crimea, Bessarabia, in the Orenburg steppes, on the Murmansk coast, in Arkhangelsk and Solovki. Duncan and left for America, having previously sophisticated all of Europe except Spain.

After abroad, I look at my country and events differently. I do not like our barely cooled nomadic. I like civilization, but I really do not like America. America is that stench where - 17 - not only art disappears, but also the best impulses of mankind. If today they keep the course on America, then I am ready to prefer our gray sky and our landscape: the hut has grown a little into the ground, spinning, a huge pole sticks out of the lover, a skinny horse’s tail waves in the distance.

This is not the fact that the skyscrapers that have yet given only Rockefeller and McCorma, but this is the same thing that raised Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Pushkin, Lermontov and others. First of all, I love the identification of organic. Art is not the intricate of patterns for me, but the most necessary word of the language that I want to express myself. Therefore, the course based on the year, on the one hand, by me, and on the other, Shershenevich, although it turned formally Russian poetry in another way of perception, but did not give anyone the right to claim talent.

Now I deny all sorts of schools. I think that the poet cannot hold a certain school. This connects him on the hands and feet. Only a free artist can bring a free word. Here is all that short, schematic, as for my biography. Not everything is said here, but, I think, it’s too early for me to take any results for myself. My life and my work are still ahead.