Yesenin bitterly my dear Rus. Yesenin Sergei - Goy you, Russia, my dear. Expressive means in the work

"Beloved land! ..."

Beloved land! The heart is dreaming
Skirts of the sun in the waters of the pubic.
I would like to get lost
In the greens of your hundred-bells.

Along the boundary, on the line,
Reseda and porridge robe.
And they call the rosary
Willows are gentle nuns.

A swamp smokes like a cloud
Burn in the heavenly yoke.
With a quiet secret for someone
I harbored thoughts in my heart.

I meet everything, I accept everything,
Glad and happy to take out the soul.
I came to this land
To leave her as soon as possible.

"Goy you, Russia, ..."

Goy you, Russia, my dear,
Huts - in the vestments of the image ...
There is no end and no end to be seen -
Only the blue sucks the eyes.

Like a visiting pilgrim,
I watch your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are ringingly withering away.

Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And hums behind the korogod
There is a merry dance in the meadows.

I'll run along a crumpled stitch
To the freedom of green lech,
Meet me like earrings
Girlish laughter will ring.

If the saint's host cries out:
"Throw you Rus, live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for paradise,
Give me my homeland. "

"Golden foliage began to spin ..."

The golden foliage swirled
In the pinkish water on the pond
Like a flock of butterflies
With a daze flies to the star.

I'm in love tonight tonight
The yellowing valley is close to the heart.
Boy-wind to the very shoulders
He poured the hem on a birch tree.

And in the soul and in the valley there is coolness,
Blue dusk like a flock of sheep
Behind the gate of the silent garden
The bell will ring and freeze.

I have never been frugal
So I did not listen to the rational flesh,
It would be nice, like willow branches,
To tip over into the pinkness of the waters.

It would be nice, smiling at the haystack,
Chew hay with the muzzle of the month ...
Where are you, where, my quiet joy,
Loving everything, wanting nothing?

Goy you, Russia, my dear,
Huts - in the vestments of the image ...
There is no end and no end to be seen -
Only the blue sucks the eyes.

Like a visiting pilgrim,
I watch your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are ringingly withering away.

Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And hums behind the korogod
There is a merry dance in the meadows.

I'll run along a crumpled stitch
To the freedom of green lech,
Meet me like earrings
Girlish laughter will ring.

If the saint's host cries out:
"Throw you Rus, live in paradise!"
I will say: “There is no need for paradise,
Give me my homeland. "

Analysis of the poem "Goy you, Russia, my dear" Yesenin

Yesenin is rightfully considered one of the main national poets. His work is an endless service to his Motherland, which was personified for the poet in the images of Russian nature and simple peasant life. Of particular importance is the early period of Yesenin's work, when he was not yet famous and did not experience suffering and hardship. The works of the young poet were a clear and bright stream in the muddy stream of literary waste paper that flooded Russia at the beginning of the 20th century. The poem "Goy you, Russia, my dear" is one of the best creations of Yesenin's early lyrics. It was written in 1914.

The poet begins the poem with the Old Russian address "goy". This testifies to the poet's love for the rich folk heritage. Moreover, at this time "Rus" was already sounding somewhat old-fashioned. Yesenin goes against fashionable literary trends. He emphasizes his commitment to antiquity and age-old traditions of the Russian people.

Another bold step of the aspiring poet is the use of Christian symbolism. The authority of the Orthodox Church was significantly shaken, the youth considered faith a sign of conservatism and backwardness. Atheism was not so much a convinced position as a tribute to the modern era. Yesenin considered Orthodoxy to be an inseparable part of Russian culture. Religious images are organically woven into the poem ("in the robes of the image", "visiting pilgrim," "meek Savior").

The poet's unpretentious rural landscape flourishes in bright colors. Patriarchal life blurs the distinction between man and nature. On the vast Russian expanses, "girlish laughter" is perceived as an organic component of the animal and plant world.

The poem is written in a simple and understandable language. The most difficult metaphor is "blue sucks the eyes." The lyrical hero compares himself to a "pilgrim", a woman's laughter - to "earrings". A characteristic feature of Yesenin's early lyrics is the use of outdated and “local” words (“green lekhi”, “korogod”).

Yesenin, of course, was not a strict follower of Christianity. The poem ends with a renunciation of heavenly life, unthinkable for a believer. The more convincing and effective is the impossibility for the poet to renounce Russia. The lines “don't need heaven, give me my homeland” may seem too pretentious to someone. But in all Russian poetry this is the most powerful and sincere confession of love and loyalty to Russia.

Yesenin wrote the poem "Goy, you are Russia, my dear" in 1914. It is thoroughly saturated with love for the Motherland, for the native land, for Russia. The poet fell in love with his homeland so much, because when he was still very young, he left his native village and began to live in Moscow. It was this long separation from his native land that gave his works that penetration, that warmth with which Yesenin speaks of his homeland. In the very descriptions of nature, the poet has that measure of detachment that allows this beauty to be seen and felt more sharply. He is remembered in Russian literature as a poet who writes about the Motherland, about nature. He wrote not so much about love as about the Motherland. Instead of her beloved, she takes his heart, his Russia, his native land, fields, groves, village huts. Russia in his poems - Russia of pilgrims, bell ringing, monasteries, icons. He writes about her as about something sacred to him, as about his own mother. Yesenin's Russia rises in quiet dawn evenings, in the crimson and gold of autumn, in mountain ash, in the rye color of the fields, in the immense blue of the sky. From early childhood, the poet admired his native land. At the beginning of his work, confessions of love for Russia sound. He writes about her in his famous work "Goy you, my dear Russia ..." Yesenin refers to Russia as to a living person, saying these lines. At the very beginning of the poem, he writes about his homeland as a shrine, the key image of the poem is a comparison of peasant huts with icons, images in vestments, and behind this comparison is a whole philosophy, a system of values. Goy you, Russia, my dear Hats - the robe of the image. His homeland is his native village, he loves it, always thinks, and all his poems remind us of his love for his native land. The world of the village is like a temple with its harmony of earth and sky, man and nature. "Only blue sucks eyes" in my perception takes on a note of nagging sadness. I understand how dear to him every memory, every detail. “Like a visiting pilgrim” in my imagination takes on the image of a wanderer who came to his homeland to pray. From the lines "And near the low outskirts the poplars are withering away" there is a feeling of restlessness. But then the sadness passes, joy and happiness comes from the lines "To meet me, like earrings, Will call the girl's laughter." The world of Russia for S. Yesenin is also the world of peasant houses, in which it smells of apples and honey, where “a merry dance is buzzing behind the hillside in the meadows”, where joy is short, and sorrow is endless. In nature, the poet sees a source of inspiration, he feels himself a particle of nature. Having written this poem, the poet made a declaration of love. He confessed his love to his homeland. She is freedom for him, expanse - "I will run along a crumpled stitch To the freedom of green lech." The poem is written in a very peculiar and soulful manner, abundant in metaphors, and the author, Yesenin, perceives nature as living, holy. The lyrical hero of this poem is a wanderer who "like a visiting pilgrim" looks into his native expanse of his native fields and cannot see enough, because "the blue sucks in the eyes." Everything is so bright and colorful, the image of summer with endlessly stretched fields and blue - blue sky appears in front of me. With the scent of freshly cut hay and honey apples. Russia is compared in the poem with paradise: If the saint shouts: "Throw you Rus, live in paradise!" I will say: "No need for paradise, Give me my homeland." I believe that this poem, although it cannot fully express all the poet's love for the Motherland, emphasizes and draws our attention to this. Love for the Motherland is worth being proud of.

Read by R. Kleiner

("Goy you, Russia, my dear")

Goy you, Russia, my dear,
Huts - in the vestments of the image ...
There is no end and no end to be seen -
Only the blue sucks the eyes.

Like a visiting pilgrim,
I watch your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are ringingly withering away.

Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And hums behind the korogod
There is a merry dance in the meadows.

I'll run along a crumpled stitch
To the freedom of green lech,
Meet me like earrings
Girlish laughter will ring.

If the saint's host cries out:
"Throw you Rus, live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for paradise,
Give me my homeland. "

Read by R. Kleiner

Rafael Aleksandrovich Kleiner (born June 1, 1939, village Rubizhne, Lugansk region, Ukrainian SSR, USSR) - Russian theater director, People's Artist of Russia (1995).
From 1967 to 1970 he was an actor in the Moscow Theater of Drama and Comedy on Taganka.

Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich (1895-1925)
Yesenin was born into a peasant family. From 1904 to 1912 he studied at the Konstantinovsky Zemstvo School and at the Spas - Klepikovsky School. During this time he wrote more than 30 poems, compiled a handwritten collection "Sick Thoughts" (1912), which he tried to publish in Ryazan. The Russian village, the nature of central Russia, oral folk art, and most importantly, Russian classical literature had a strong influence on the formation of the young poet, directed his natural talent. Yesenin himself at different times named different sources that nourished his work: songs, ditties, fairy tales, spiritual poems, "The Lay of Igor's Host", poetry of Lermontov, Koltsov, Nikitin and Nadson. Later, he was influenced by Blok, Klyuev, Bely, Gogol, Pushkin.
Yesenin's letters from 1911 to 1913 show the difficult life of the poet. All this was reflected in the poetic world of his lyrics from 1910 to 1913, when he wrote more than 60 poems and poems. Here his love for all living things, for life, for his homeland is expressed ("The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake ..." "," Winter sings - sounds ... "," Stars "," Dark night, can't sleep ... ", etc.)
The most significant works of Yesenin, which brought him the fame of one of the best poets, were created in the 1920s.
Like any great poet, Yesenin is not a thoughtless singer of his feelings and experiences, but a poet - a philosopher. Like any poetry, his lyrics are philosophical. Philosophical lyrics are poems in which the poet talks about the eternal problems of human existence, conducts a poetic dialogue with man, nature, the earth, and the Universe. An example of the complete interpenetration of nature and man is the poem "Green Hair" (1918). One develops in two ways: birch - girl. The reader will never know who this poem is about - about a birch tree or about a girl. Because a person here is likened to a tree - the beauty of the Russian forest, and she - to a person. A birch tree in Russian poetry is a symbol of beauty, harmony, youth; she is bright and chaste.
Poetry of nature, mythology of the ancient Slavs imbued with such poems of 1918 as "Silver road ...", "Songs, songs about what are you shouting about?" etc.
Yesenin's poetry of the last, most tragic years (1922 - 1925) is marked by a striving for a harmonious outlook. Most often, in the lyrics, one can feel a deep understanding of oneself and the Universe (“I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry ...”, “The golden grove dissuaded me ...”, “We are now leaving a little ...”, etc.)
The poem of values ​​in Yesenin's poetry is one and indivisible; everything in it is interconnected, everything forms a single picture of the “beloved homeland” in all the variety of its shades. This is the highest ideal of the poet.
Having passed away at the age of 30, Yesenin left us a wonderful poetic legacy, and while the earth lives, Yesenin, the poet, is destined to live with us and “sing with his whole being in the poet the sixth part of the earth with a short name“ Rus ”.

Sergei Yesenin belongs to the "new peasant" poets. Their works are characterized by an appeal to the theme of rural Russia, as well as a close connection with the natural world and oral folk art. The poem "Goy you, Russia, my dear ..." reflects all these characteristic features.

The poem is dated 1914, when the poet is already in Moscow. Young Yesenin faces many trials: here is the father's disbelief that his son can live on the income from his creativity, and the need to choose a further life path - study or service, and the first serious relationship ... The difficulties associated with this, as well as in itself life in the city affected the poet's mood: he yearned for the village, where he lived freely and carefree. That is why, in poems from that period, he often depicts a village environment. By the way, it is she who for Yesenin is the embodiment of the image of the Motherland.

Basic images

How does the poet see the village? It is a wide-ranging - "see no end or end" - a place over which stretches a bright blue sky; under it - fields, arable land, paths ... In many poems Yesenin also mentions the eternal peasant misfortune - poverty, but here it is clearly not traced (except perhaps "low outskirts," in which "poplars are withering ringingly"). But it is said that the life of ordinary people is closely connected with the Orthodox faith ("Huts - in the vestments of the image ..."). What is the mood in the village? Joy and fun ("And hums behind the korogodom // There is a merry dance in the meadows").

The general picture can be presented as follows: the hero first looks around the whole space, looks into the sky; then walks along houses, fields - slowly for now; but then the sounds of "dancing" were heard - and he, succumbing to this new mood, was already "running along a crumpled stitch"; from the observer, the narrator becomes a participant in the action - and even if these are only memories or, conversely, hopes (since the tense of verbs changes from the present to the future), it is all the more clearly visible that the village, Motherland, Russia are forever in the heart of the hero, they are inextricably linked with each other friend.

The poem is written in the first person: a lyrical hero, close to the author, describes what he sees, hears, feels, walking along his native land. He compares himself to a “visiting pilgrim” who has come to worship his land, after which he will again go to foreign lands - this creates a lyrical mood, permeated with light sadness; however, the vigor, enthusiasm, gaiety characteristic of the folk song, to which the poem is very similar in form, gradually take over, reaching its climax towards the finale.

Means of artistic expression

The poem is written with a four-foot chorea, the rhyme is cross, precise - all this gives the text melodiousness, smoothness, melody.

Musicality is a key feature of the poem "Goy you, Russia, my dear ...". This effect is created by the effect of assonances (for example, the repetition of the sounds [e], [y] in the fourth stanza) and alliteration (the repetition of sonorous [p], [l], [m], [n], sonorous plosives [b] , [g], [d], sonorous hissing [z], [g], giving sonority, bravura). At the level of vocabulary, a similarity with folk speech is found: in the characteristic interjections when addressing "goy" ("Goy you, Russia ..."), in dialect words ("korogod" - a round dance, "stitch" - a road, "lehi" - furrows, arable land ). The poem contains many nouns formed with zero suffixes ("blue", "Spas", "dance", "freedom"), which is also typical for folk speech. Thus, Yesenin takes the form of a folk song as a basis. By this, firstly, he creates the atmosphere of a Russian village, and secondly, he focuses on emotionality, depth of feelings. As you know, music, a song is a direct expression of a person's soul.

What's the point?

The main idea is concentrated in the last stanza of the poem. In it, Russia is figuratively compared with paradise, which can be understood both literally and figuratively (like any place where a person is best) - and the hero chooses his Motherland. Such a patriarchal, Orthodox, pre-revolutionary homeland is his ideal.

For the reader, this poem gives rise to an idyllic image. Poorly familiar with the reality of village life, we easily succumb to the influence of the poet, who omits problems and difficulties - after all, he himself, being in the city walls, does not remember them, he sees only the best. This point of view and the bright, strong, aphoristic final stanza make you think about your own attitude to the Motherland. The reader thinks that, for all its shortcomings, there is much more beauty in it, as well as that love for the motherland, like love in principle, is an absolute feeling, and for a true patriot there is a different choice than the one with which the poem ends, impossible.

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