Yesenins biography itself

I am not a merchant. Requested and heavy, there is no love either for the village or the city, how could I convey it? I will throw everything. I will let my beard and a tramp go in Rus'. I’ll forget the poems and books, because in the fields of Zabuldyg the wind sings more than anyone. I turn the radish and onion and, worrying the evening surface, I will blow my nose loudly into my hand and to fall in everything.

And I don’t need the best good luck, just forget and listen to the blizzard, because without these eccentricities I can’t live on Earth. September, year. I remembered the dog today that my youth was my friend. Today, my youth was in a noiside, like a maple rotten under the windows, but I remembered a girl in white, for whom there was a dog a postman. Not everyone has their own close, but she was like a song to me, because she did not take my notes from the collar of the dog.

She never read them, and my handwriting was unfamiliar to her, but she dreamed about something for a long time by Kalina behind a yellow pond. I suffered, I wanted to answer, and then after the years that dog had long surrendered, but in that suit that with the tint to blue, with the bark of Livisto stunned, her young son was shot me. Honest mother! And how similar!

The pain of the soul swam again. With this pain, I seem to be younger, and at least write notes again. I am glad to listen to the past, but do not bark! Do not bark! Do you want a dog, I will kiss you for the May heart? I will kiss, I’ll press you with my body and, like a friend, I’ll introduce you into the house, I liked the girl in white, but now I love in blue.

The son of a bitch, in the years, the most significant works of Yesenin were created, who brought him the glory of one of the best Russian poets - the poems “dissuaded the Golden Grove ...”, “Letter to Mother”, “We are now leaving a little ...”, the cycle “Persian motifs”, the poem “Anna Snegina”, etc. The theme of the homeland, which occupied one of his creativity, acquired during this period, acquired during this period.

Dramatic shades. The once unified harmonious world of Yeseninan Rus was bifurcated: “Soviet Rus'” - “out of Rus'”. In the collections of “Soviet Rus” and “Soviet country” both - Yesenin felt like a singer of a “golden log of hut”, whose poetry “no longer needed here”. Autumn landscapes, motives for summing up, farewell became the emotional dominant lyrics. The last two years of the poet’s life have traveled: he traveled to the Caucasus three times, traveled to Leningrad St.

Petersburg several times, seven times to Konstantinovo. At the end of November, the poet got into a neuropsychiatric clinic. One of Yesenin’s last works was the poem “Black Man”, in which the past life appears part of the nightmare. Having interrupted the course of treatment, on December 23, Yesenin went to Leningrad. My dear, you are in my chest. The designed parting goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word, not sad and not the sadness of the eyebrows, is not new in this life, but also to live, of course, not to News.

Over the past 5 years, Yesenin had a literary secretary - Galina Arturovna Benislavskaya. She warmly loved the poet and experienced his death heavily. A year later, the woman shot himself on his grave, leaving a dying note: "In this grave, everything is the most expensive for me."