Sergey Yesenin: "Did not shoot the unfortunate dwarf ...". Yesenin Sergey - I do not fool myself not a villain, I did not robbed the forest

We did not shoot, did not betray, but each of us felt an accomplice. And we did not help any poems, no self-defense.

Do not lie to me, not I crucified Christ -

I didn't even pinch the cross,

I didn't even raise the nail

And did not laugh, passing by passing

I even looked out the window,

I just heard the people buzzed.

I was even a zyabko.

And strangely merged my fingers.

The walls were impregnated with fear and suspicion. The buddy told me that in one conversation he suggested:

Druskin has a lot of guests - I'm afraid there is a provocateur there.

The owner of the house objected:

Why send? He knocks himself.

And I was not even offended. After all, shortly before that, in my notebook, Quatrain fell:

Unluck reluctantly doors,

Every look suspiciously burns ...

Neither you nor I do not believe -

God saves man, who save himself.

I want to tell about one case. Dima Polyanovsky came to me - an extraordinarily beautiful man, about whom Sonya was granted badly. He had a telephone, but he was always without a call and, talking, scattered his books scattered on my table.

There was a clear January day of the 53rd year, and Dima screwed out something about doctors. I tried to translate to another, but he was hot and aggressively began to convince me that it was the beginning of an evil government anti-Semitic campaign and all called his names.

I did not mind, but did not support. And suddenly he changed in his face:

What i chat! What an idiot I am that I chat here! And began to begging:

Leva, do not give me me ... If someone finds out, I killed ... I ask you ... We have always been friends ... Do not give me me ...

At first I was indignant, then I tried to calm him down. But he turned more and more, walked, the face was covered later. He looked into my eyes, grabbed hands.

Do not tell ... Do not give out ... I disappear ... And I got up in front of my knees.

Until now, I read about it only in the books, and still I do not know what it was - hysterical or provocation.

I do not remember how I got off from him. But to this day I can not depart from disgusting and pity.

I was not much better. Increasingly, I followed the advice of Tyutchev:

"Silent, hide and tai ..."

And how is neither scary, peered into the face of the best friends with a sudden burn: not the one? and not this?

With anger and contempt for ourselves, I immediately noted a vile thoughts, but they returned to the hours of conversations, and in the evening of the festive feast.

There was a cheerful chicken guy bread,

He fell to us right from the bakery

With brown from the heat of the head,

He smoked with satisfied

And, shifting a tablecloth by friendly elbows,

We drank in joy alive.

The stream was a free conversation,

Neighbor, laughing, interrupted a neighbor,

Bottle nomaded along the table ...

Suddenly, as if the shadow was somehow passed.

And everything was transformed gradually -

Changed the table, the walls stretched,

Sweet tablecloth, wet from tears.

He became a stale bread, did not ring the dishes ...

And we did not know who of us Judas,

And who is Christ.

This question remained open and now.

The scale has changed, but not the essence. Oshansky was abandoned, in Jury Orlov prison. While this book will be released, the time will blow up and other names will be concluded.

As for special associates, they have come into order after Stalin's death.

Well, who the old will remember - the eye is won. This is not a joking proverb, it is quite a real threat.

There, a lot would give a lot to ensure that everyone was perplexed, as in the brilliant story Solzhenitsyn:

"37th year? And what was in the 37th? Spanish War? "

And now we will reveal the third edition of the Small Soviet Encyclopedia.

"Morozov Paul (Pavel Trofimovich) - (1918-1932) - Schoolboy, Pioneer. Born and lived in the village of Gerasimovka (now the Upper-Tavdinsky district of the Sverdlovsk region). Together with the peasants, the poor participated in the seizure of bread from fists during the collectivization period. Was killed fists. "

And where about the father?

After all, on this, precisely was made on this. About this - newspaper articles, poems, stories, plays.

Do not look, do not peer - not a word.

And I will allow myself to finish the chacidian, which I heard from mocking youth:

On the floor, the father lies,

All the blood pink -

This son plays him

In Pavlik Morozova.

Need great -

Need a great one.

Sometimes there appears in the newspapers:

"Alexander Gerasimov's great Soviet artist died."

"The great Soviet sculptor Evgeny Vuchetich died."

"The great Soviet composer Dmitry Shostakovich died." (And after all, they did not lie - really great. And as for the half-time case, when the composer fell into fainting in the Arkhangelsk from the newspaper kiosk, seeing the "Pravda" basement "Supbar instead of music", then why dry intimate, almost intra-day relationships?)

The worst thing was the case with poetry.

At first - quite confident - stopped at Prokofiev. It was a discreque figure. He was born in the Ladoga town of Cobon in the fishing family and began as a peasant poet, in the spirit of young Yesenin. However, above this level, he never rose.

He wrote enthusiastically, lyrically, and he even had a truly good poems that I love and now.

"And the star, like a swallow, sat down

On your high porch.

Soon Prokofiev composed a poem about Lenin:

"So the oak does not hold for the land,

As we held for him. "

Probably, there was no speculation yet. Well, about Lenin and Lenin. Who did not write about him then? But the poem had all the newspapers and almanacies, it became a shit.

And then - went to write the province! The stream was hung the works - patriotic and pseudo-free. (Subjects, booms, chastushki, fun - everything that only occurred in the head):

"Sits raven on the oak,

Takes in a pickle pipe ... "

The work of Prokofiev quickly turned into a self-president. Almost in each his poem one or several times the word "Russia" was used. In a small book I counted it 87 times. Evil languages \u200b\u200bargued that Alexander Andreyevich pays for a fresh rhyme for Russia.

At the same time there was a rapid advancement on the hierarchical staircase. He was a member of the regional commission, a deputy of the Supreme Council, the winner of the Stalinist Prize (by the way, for the poem "Russia"), secretary of the Union of Writers of the USSR, the first secretary of the Leningrad Writer Organization, a member of a number of editorial panels. Yes, you never know? All do not list!

Prokofiev did not become an intellectual, the culture in it was not added to neither penny. He remained a man from the people who turned into a general and swollen from exorbitant importance.

He adored flattery, loved to drink money on other people's money and one day it was so dirty that he could not get the key to the keyhole and slept all night, standing, overlooking his forehead into a jamb.

To his honor, he was not anti-Semit. He said about me:

The guy needs to live.

But young choking mercilessly. And Moscow "innovators" disliked. It has poems "Oh, you are Moskovskaya Lestenka!", Where he fiercely opposes the lines introduced by Mayakovsky.

Russophile, a communist, a conservative, a man is not quite a talentless - he was quite suitable for the role of the Great.

Therefore, when his unexpectedly "rolled" on the Leningrad Relevision Assembly, Moscow was very angry:

You do not need it, and Russia needs Russia!

Alexander Andreevich suffered his defeat hard.

In a short and expressive story I. E. there is a wonderful episode.

In the evening after re-engaged in Prokofiev, drunk, sat in the restaurant of the student's houses and cried. Nearby stood the faithful squire Anatoly Chepurov and consoled him. And suddenly Prokofiev turned to the comforter and spat into his face. Chepurov took out a handkerchief, carefully obwat the procopiev of his lips, and then he was already asleep.

I said that Alexander Andreevich hardly experienced his defeat. It's not like this: it just killed him.

Lily saw Prokofiev shortly before the end: a deadly offended voice, an apoplexic face, shaking hands - not know!

Soon a stroke followed, for him the second - and the poet did not become.

When I think about him, I feel a sense of regret. Maybe if it were not for this dizzying official takeoff, something would come out. Out of Cornilov! Although talents, of course unequal.

Prokofiev died and the place remained vacant.

Who choose the Great?

It is impossible to rely on the "mighty bunch".

Evtushenko is transplanted from one chair to another with such a swiftness that simply flashes - then "Babi Yar", then "my ideology is a district", then the telegram is the government about Czechoslovakia, then a loyal poem about Bama.

Voznesensky? Well, it is, of course, the currency. But it would be difficult to the Soviet reader - "he would feel more simpler."

And with the third - Ahmadulina - very badly. She graduated from the literary institute, where (according to Brodsky's expression), Solovyov turn into parrots, but remained, unfortunately, nightingale: Nothing. Yes, and suck, oh a suck! In the Central Committee of the party (think only in the Central Committee of the Party!) In response to the accusations said:

I am a poet, not a serf girl!

Stopped on Dudine. Russian, member of the CPSU, fought.

Overly often goes into a drunken turnout, the character is party:

"Good-natured Misha Dudin,

One hundred points will give anyone:

Misha Dudin, Son Judne -

Kisses and sell. "

And what poet? Yes, no! Strong professional. Poems are neither bad, nor good - long, boring, patriotic. Creative individuality does not possess.

Remembered funny.

Somehow, Irina Tarsanova, his wife, looked at us in the Komarovo House of Creativity, his wife.

Oh guys! What I have, you can't guess. After lunch, I race - read.

There was a time of particular hobbies to samizdat and she was scary to intrigue us. What surprise she slipped: a fresh "chronicle of current events" or an unfamiliar story of Solzhenitsyn?

We stuck to her and she was still split:

Well, okay, I will say. Misha wrote two poems in the morning, and I touched - I read!

Now the dandy was put on the throne.

For the sixtieth anniversary, he arranged two anniversary evenings - in the Great Hall of the Leningrad Philharmonic and in Moscow, to the Central Committee.

There were many performances, they spoke quite a few stupidity, and Kaisin Kuliev called Mikhail Alexandrovich the great Russian poet for the whole country.

And then Dudin read poems and in the pathetic place itself, too, in front of the whole country (oh, this is television!), I scratched the back with a fast torment movement.

Probably, it was very cleaned.

Direct road to camp -

Letters to the future wrote many. A letter is known to descendants of Mayakovsky, wrote a message and poet Robert Christmas.

The Christmas people of the thirtieth century only have to do what to think about us (no, not about the Great Patriotic War, it would still be clear!), And about us today () we admire us, to erect monuments to us.

And Mayakovsky cut himself directly:

"Dear

comrades descendants,

in today's

petrified shit ... "

I am absolutely sure that Mayakovsky would not survive a 37 year year, would have walked with him even for the most righteous works of his works - for example, for joining the poem "in full voice."

Yes write I and now about the Soviet life "today's petrified shit", I would be a straight road to the camp, regardless of the rest.

And then, how is it - "through the heads of poets and governments"? Through the heads of the leaders, or what?

And other poems? How to treat the expression "Karly Marla beard"?

No, there worked poetic intuition: Mayakovsky shot himself on time, from a sense of self-preservation.

Daniel Alexandrovich Granin -

I could give a deployed portrait of Daniel brank, but I really don't want. I will limit in a few details.

Writer he, in my opinion, bad. And the journalist is capable. I like his book about Australia "month up

Unfortunately, he has two faces.

Before Solzhenitsynsky, Garin was considered a reference to decency. There was an hour of harsh inspection. All voted for the exception, and Daniel Alexandrovich abstained. But on this he ended. It was enough for one terrible call from Smolny, as telegram flew to Moscow: "I join the opinion of the majority."

The decision to join most was accepted once and for all, and the writer, like a kolobok, rolled with its extinted and verified expensive.

The trouble with Solzhenitsyn was, however, is not the only one. Once in his youth he was angry with the "owners" by the story of "his own opinion".

At the government meeting with the writers of Molotov even asked:

Is that a garnish that has his own opinion? The joke was ominous, but everything cost.

Granin, as a clever man, did not give more reasons for irritation. On the contrary. In the story "Picture" he wrote about the villains of the past:

"We did not start us, but it was cut off."

Such evidence of devotion does not remain unnoticed.

Beginning writer Sergey D. Garin advised:

It is necessary to find a small gap between meanness and nobility, and work in this interval.

My friend Boris C, who came out of the conclusion and could not give anywhere, he suggested:

And you contact the KGB. There are now completely different people - honest, educated, friendly. They will help you.

He himself does not help anyone.

His native sister Irina, my child friend, all his life was betented, fought like "Kiechchka about the ice," the son raised, trusting his brother, and he did not move his finger to make her fate somehow.

In his house, she is a poor relative, sitting on the edge of the chair and ready to disappear on the first sign.

Once Ira came to me on Sunday. I sat several people - new acquaintances.

In the kitchen Ira whispered Lile:

You know, do not tell them that I am Doni's sister, and then they will be shy.

Sat, drank tea.

And suddenly one of the guests said:

I read a new story in the magazine - such shit!

Yes, he himself shit, "the neighbor supported.

By God, we were not to blame. Everything happened by itself.

Then Ira asked with tears:

Why are they so?

In the twelfth issue of the New World in 1977, the awesome work of Alesya Adamovich and Daniel of the "chapter from the blockade book" was printed in 1977.

Writers went on apartments with a tape recorder and recorded the stories of people who survived the blockade. They did not change almost nothing: the material was sorted and the composition was built. That is why the book and turned out to be such a truthful. Literary ligaments are purely official character and are almost not remembered.

But sometimes (very rare) there are perjury:

Page 71: Hunger height, in each room dead or dying.

"The car opened the car, the bread lies, collected and no one did not take."

"Strong shelling began. I am something crawled to bakery. Who lies on the floor who hid behind the counter. But

nobody touched anything. Loaf loaf were - and no one. "

It is not true. It would be unnatural, anti-human. The feat of the Leningrad residents is so huge that it does not need to be tangled.

Not necessary? Why?

"All propaganda, the whole world - propaganda!"

The British would have eaten, Americans would eat, but the Soviet people gave the state all to a piece.

And one more striking in this book. Testify workers, intellectuals, doctors, teachers, employees Hermitage "- and all of them are Russian. As if in a blockade city there was no Jews at all.

This, of course, is not an accident. Sister Daniel Alexandrovich Ira in a passport - Jewish. And Daniel Hermann, except the name, changed and nationality. Whether he is Belarusian, whether anyone else is in any case, not a Jew.

So in our country it is more convenient.

In recent years, Garin Zamatell, became masty. He is always calm, a few unreleased power comes from him.

He recently fastened his sixty-year-old anniversary.

Throughout the Writers' Union, Nervous Whisper was:

And he invited him ...

And I did not invite me ...

At this evening, the TOSOS said heavily in the presence of 120 guests: "We all know that Daniel Alexandrovich is not so much released from God, and only with her great difficulty ..."

Everyone pretended to notice anything, and Granin, too. But I do not envy the end.

Somehow in the summer, meeting the writer N., Garin told him that the widow of the wonderful poet Vaginov lives the injignment. The only person who sometimes supports it is Nikolai Semenovich Tikhonov.

Garin asked:

Maybe you, G. C, take part in noble matter?

Hearing it, we have been treated with a lily:

And what picture of Filonov hangs in his living room! Pretty!

How much did he bought it?

N. Reversed, she glared on the wall, followed by Ritheu, and said in a whisper:

He did not buy, this is a gift. He got him for helping his sister Filonov to get a good disabled house.

I remember, I was sitting in a wheelchair at the gate of the Komarovsky cemetery. Friends who accompanied me went to worship Ahmatova, and I waited, putting my hand on the shaggy head of the hek.

It was a first clear day after the rainy week.

Lev, help you?

I raised my eyes: Granin. What is it he?

No, thanks, - I replied, bewildered. He nodded and went on.

And then I noticed that the pad, which was put on the side, slipped out, fell and lies in the mud. So it's about what!

Guck, raise, - I said.

And my dog \u200b\u200bwillingly helped me.

("I will not deceive myself")
x x X.

I will not deceive myself
Floored care in the heart of the Mallist.
Why glanced by charlatan?
Why did I get a scandalist?

Not a villain, I did not robbed the forest,
Not shot unfortunate on dungeons.
I'm just street surfactant,
Smiling counterparts.

I am a Moscow naughty walk.
All over the Tver Owl
In the alleys each dog
Knows my light gait.

Each snapped horse
Heads my head towards me.
For animals, my friend I am good
Every verse my soul is a beast.

I go to the cylinder not for women -
In a stupid passion, the heart is not in force, -
It is more convenient, to reduce your sadness,
Gold oats give a mare.

I don't have a friendship
I was another conquered the kingdom.
Everyone here is a dog on the neck
I am ready to give my best tie.

And now I will not hurt.
Claimed the mump in the heart of the Mallist.
Because I woke up with a charlatan,
Because I walked the scandalist.

Yesenin! Golden name. Killed tag. Genius of the land of Russian! No one of the poets who came to this world did not have such a spiritual force of the charming, all-in-law, breathtaking childish openness, moral cleanliness, deep-male love for the Fatherland! Over his poems so much gritting tears, so many human souls sympathetically sympathized and empathized with each Yesenin row, which if it were calculated - Esenin's poetry would translate any and much! But this method of assessing earthlings is not available. Although with Parnassa, you could hurt - the people still did not like anyone! With verses Yesenin, they went to battle in the domestic, for his poems - went to Solovki, his poetry worried about the soul, like a draw other ... One Lord knows about this holy love of the people to his son. The portrait of Yesenin is wicked in the wall-mounted family frames of photos, put on the garbage a par with icons ...
And not a single poet in Russia has not exterminated and did not prohibit with such a distervection and perseverance as Yesenin! And forbidden, and silent, and were detained in dignity, and dirty was poured - and they still do it. It is impossible to understand - why?
The time has shown: the higher the poetry with its secret lightness, the more embarrassing flares, and the more imitatives.
More about one great God's gift Yesenin - read his poems as unique, as created. They were so sounded in his soul! It remained only to pronounce. Everything was shocked by his reading. Note, the great poets always knew how to be uniquely and by heart to read their poems - Pushkin and Lermontov ... Block and Gumilyov ... Yesenin and Klyuev ... Tsvetaeva and Mandelshtam ... So, the young gentlemen, the poetman rejoicing his lines on a piece of paper from the stage - not a poet, but an amateur ... The poet can not be able to know much in your life, but not it is!
The last poem "Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ..." - another secret of the poet. In the same 1925 there are other lines: "You do not know that it is worth living in the world!"

Yes, in the desert city alleys, not only homeless dogs listened to the easiest Yesenian gait, "brothers smaller", but also large enemies.
We need to know the true truth and do not forget how childishly trampled his golden head ... And again hears his last swelling:

"My dear, choir-root ..."

Did not shoot the unfortunate on dwarf...- In the line, it was possible that the reaction of Yesenin on the prosecution with the CC and serving the authorities appeared in the emigrant printing, on attempts to bring his name with the name of G. Westin. The stigma "Rasputinshchina" was for a long time for N. A. Klyuev. By this time, he was transferred to Yesenin. Thus, V.Maznev in the article "Rasputin of the Soviet Parnass" wrote that in verses N. A. Klyuev "Something due to, whisk; Whether from a sectarian frencher, or from a very molded in the folk psyche of the leading quantity "that his listeners were" subjected to spells, suggestion. " Something similar critic saw in the collection of Yesenin "Triptych": "In the songs of Yesenin, there is a lot of not only curious, but also significant, but all this with a huge dose of shamelessness, lucavism, Rasputinovshchina" (the newspaper "General", Paris, 1921, January 17 , № 186). Soon the meaning of such a convergence of names from the characteristics of the peculiarities of Esenin's poetry was transformed into the characteristics of its socio-political positions and his civilian. In the most influential emigrant newspaper "Latest News" A. A. Koyransky, although it was stipulated that "I don't know what he deserved" Yesenin such a nickname, but nevertheless wrote: "I do not consider Yesenin" One of the most talented poets of modernity " . He has cheap, poetic poems<...>, there are also charctatanic shouts, strikes to advertising tambourine, like "Lord, hotel!" Or "... above the clouds, like a cow, the tail pulled the dawn." And otherwise in the same zootechnical style. His "Russian" motifs are not more authentic than Talashkin, Bilibin or Malyutin. For the "winged mill" he has "noise water". It is behind the windmill! In any case, whether his poems are good or bad, he is not nusted by Rasputin "(Newspaper" Latest News ", Paris, 1921, September 29, No. 446). When Yesenin arrived in Berlin in May 1922, he met a noisy chorus of such unfounded accusations.

Later in this regard, there was a lot of ominous poet. One of the first began V.F. Szevich: "I remember such a story. Then, in the spring of 1918, one famous whiteboard, also a broad shower, but not wise<А.Н.Толстой>, I decided to cope the name day. I convened the entire literature: "Come and generally bring the public in general." A man of forty gathered, if not more. Enesenin came. Brought bearded brunet in a leather jacket. Brunette listened to conversations. Sorry, I inserted the Sloves - and not stupid. It was Blumikin, after three months, who killed the graph of Mirbakh, the German ambassador. Yesenin with him, apparently, was friends. Guests were among the guests of Pheetess K. She liked Yesenin. He began to care for. I wanted to suggest - and forever suggested a poetess: "And you want to look, how to shoot? I am to you through Blumikina for one minute I will arrange "" (Magazine "Modern Notes", Paris, 1926, vol. 27, p. 311-312). This story under the pen I.A. Bunin received such an interpretation: "If Yesenin, among other ways, seduced by the maiden, was and such: he offered a maiden to see the shootings in the check, - I, they say, I can easily arrange it for you "(Revival newspaper, Paris, 1927, August 11, No. 800). Tonight, O. E. Mandelstam perceived this line: "There is a wonderful Russian verse, which I do not get tired of changing into the Moscow psycho night, from which the cat is scattered out. Guess, friends, this verse: he writes in the snow by half, he is keen in the castle, he frost shoots into the room: ... he did not shoot the unfortunate dwarf.

Here is the symbol of faith, here is the poetic canon of this writer - the deadly enemy of the literature "(O. E. Mandelstam, writings in two volumes, t. 2, M., 1990, p. 93-94).

Written in 1922, the poem "I will not deceive myself will not be" is the appeal not only to the poet to fans, but also a person to power, which Yesenin has become actually not needed. What a lot about the poet with his lyrics when they write "ODD Revolution" (Mayakovsky) or "Divo-Warmed Collective" (Demyan Poor).

Sergei Yesenin cannot write ODD of the new government, the "Ballad of Twenty Six" stands a mansion, a poem was not for the soul, and to replenish the wallet - literally for each line.

In the lines below, Sergey shouts the authorities that he is not like that, he:

"Did not shoot the unfortunate dwarf."

The scandalousness of the poet had roots in the nature and addiction of Yesenin to alcohol. This he is not shy, in this, in his opinion, there is no big sin, since he does not bear evil to others. The state does not want to keep the poet in his chest, which does not famous powerful. The authorities do not need the reason - you can not, do not want or not capable.

So it turns out that:

"Each stepped horse

Head nods me to meet. "

And there is no support from the state. It should not think that Yesenin is experiencing for material well-being and is ready to progress. The poet is more confused by misunderstanding - he and those who build a new life live in different worlds, according to various laws.

For the poet, it is important to awareness that the poems are accepted and carrying. This does not have this from here, hence the half-visit "I will not fool myself".

I will not deceive myself
Floored care in the heart of the Mallist.
Why glanced by charlatan?
Why did I get a scandalist?

Not a villain, I did not robbed the forest,
Not shot unfortunate on dungeons.
I'm just street surfactant,
Smiling counterparts.

I am a Moscow naughty walk.
All over the Tver Owl
In the alleys each dog
Knows my light gait.

Each snapped horse
Heads my head towards me.
For animals, my friend I am good
Every verse my soul is a beast.

I go to the cylinder not for women -
In a stupid passion, the heart is not in force, -
It is more convenient, to reduce your sadness,
Gold oats give a mare.

I don't have a friendship
I was another conquered the kingdom.
Everyone here is a dog on the neck
I am ready to give my best tie.

And now I will not hurt.
Claimed the mump in the heart of the Mallist.
Because I woke up with a charlatan,
Because I walked the scandalist.

Sergey Yesenin: "Did not shoot the unfortunate dwarf ...". - Part 3.

In 1915, the young, progress, full of vitality Sergei Yesenin wrote the lines that became prophetic:

On the sand,
And me on the wind light
Love longing.
We will behave with the rope on the neck ...

It will take place for only seven years, and the prophecy of Sergey Alexandrovich's death will sound again, who has been said to his close friend, poet Nikolai Klyuev: "You are doomed to the camp ... Rejoice in your own way ..." He wrote in a letter to Yesenin. The poet himself premeditated the tragic death. "I will be a victim ...", "he said to his literary secretary of Benislavskaya, and a few days before death, V. Eirlih confessed:" I want to kill me! I, like a beast, I feel it! "The life of Sergey Alexandrovich, according to the latest research, broke off on December 27, 1925. In the hotel "Angletter". What happened then in this hotel, exactly how the earthly existence of the Great Poet ended - will show (let's hope) the near future. However, today it is possible to say with a lot of confidence that Yesenin, contrary to the official version, was killed, and then suspended. And here is immediately the question arises: "And for what, actually, could be killed by Yesenin?"

Not a villain, I did not robbed the forest,

I'm just street surfactant,
Did not shoot the unfortunate dwarf,

Smiling counterparts -

Posted about himself Sergey Yesenin. He wrote simply and sincerely, as well, about everything that he had to write about. "I have never been LSU in the heart," he said in one of the poems. No matter how paradoxically, but it was this position that the Bolshevik authorist did not suit that since the man lives in a revolutionary time, he must obey the laws of this time. Such a worldview clearly defined the proletarian poet E. Bagritsky, speaking of his age, he wrote:
"Solges" - solga,
But if he (century) will say:
"Kill" - kill ...
Sergey Yesenin, since childhood, brought up on Christian, Orthodox values, preached otherwise. In one of the youth letters, he wrote his sincere friend of Panfilov: "Grisha, currently I read the gospel and find a lot of new things for myself ... Christ is perfection for me," and in another letter: "Yes, Grisha, Love and regret people - both criminals, and scoundrels, and liars, and sufferers, and righteous: you could and can be any of them. Love and oppressors and not stigma shame, but detect people's life masters. "

These lines were written before the revolution 1917, directed against the so-called "oppressors". It would seem, after the revolution, Yesenin changed his views. After all, he welcomed her ("Long live a revolution, and on earth, and in heaven!") And even recorded himself in her creators:

Sky like a bell

My mother is homeland,
Month - language,

I am Bolshevik

And as a Bolshevik, he think, and should write accordingly. And, in fact, fell into a spiritual permanent (however, like most Russian people), Sergey Yesenin wrote blasphemous poems corresponding to the revolutionary, goggle-child time. So in one of them it says:
The same honey flows flesh
Thousands of years the same stars are famous
He taught me, Lord.
Not praying for you, and bang
For a penny with the devil Osin
For the seeds of your curly,
Reversible, robbery son.
I scream to you: "To the hell old!"
It would seem that he was aburred from the "old", in which life was built on the Christian mercy and love for her neighbor, it seemed that he should become a preacher of a new, revolutionary covenant: if necessary - solga, if necessary - kill ...

However, already in 1919, in the small poem "Kobyli ships", the poet, referring to the beasts, who, in his opinion, became better than people, says:

Will not go anywhere with people.

Than with your beloved raise the earth
Better to die together with you

In a crazy near stone.

In the same poem there are such lines:
You get into the country of the coming.
Oars of chopped hands
Yesenin began to understand that the revolution was built on the blood, began to inspire from "blinding of all freedom." But with his sensitive, poetic heart, he felt that this insight could be fatal. And again sprouted in his work prophetic words:

Only a heart under the dark clothes

"My friend, my friend, twisted
Whispers me to visit the Tver:

Closes death alone. "

In 1923, in a letter A. Kusikov, Sergey Alexandrovich wrote: "I stop understanding, to which revolution I belong. I see only one thing that neither of the February, nor by October ... "Why did he explain in the poem" Country of the Nogodyev ":
Some conversations
Empty fun
Well, we took in return?
Well,
Three Thieves
They came the same crooks,
All were captured.
And the law of revolution
Following ideological insight to Yesenin, spiritual insight came.

I shame me that I believed in God,

Gorky me that I do not believe now.

These dual lines in the meaning of the line are known to all the admirers of Creativity Sergey Alexandrovich. With a great definitude, he expressed Aseedore Duncan in 1922:

- Bolsheviks banned to consume the word "God" in print, do you know?

- But the Bolsheviks are right. No God. Old. Stupid.

- Eh, Isadora! After all, everything from God. Poetry and even your dances, "answered Sergey Alexandrovich, recalled the translator Duncan Lola Kinel.

However, the return of Yesenin to God was painfully difficult. Even in 1924, he had not yet separated from the characteristic intelligentsia of the time of Bravada in his verses. So in the work of "Letter to Mother", Sergey Yesenin writes:
There is no more return to the old return.
And I do not teach me to pray, do not.
But in a year, confessional lines were sprouted in his work:

You sorry i'm

I pray to him at night.
In God, I do not believe,
And you need to pray ...
So I need.
When in April-May 1925, in the whole ten rooms, the newspaper "True" was published by one of the most anti-Christian Ledean Poor, the poem "New Testament without Devyan's Evangelist", Yesenin openly arose to defend Orthodoxy by writing a poetic "Essay" Evangelist " Demyan. And although Sergey Alexandrovich again expresses a personal dual attitude towards religion (which, most likely, was a shirma for Bolshevik censorship), however, in general, he says that no one should pull the Orthodox faith of the Russian people.

In his message, the poet writes:

... when I read in the truth

I was ashamed so as if I got
Income about Christ of Ruddly Demyan.
No, you, Demyan, did not insult Christ,
In the blustery, the spent spirits ...
The robber was, Judas was.
You did not hurt him with your feather a lot.
You are clots of blood at the cross
You only lacked.
You just grew into Christ
Digured the nostrils like fat bors.

Efim Lakeevich Courtov.

(The real name of Demyan Poor was Efim Alekseevich Courtov.)

In May 1925, Yesenin conveyed "Message" to publish in the newspaper Baku Worker, the editor of which was his close friend P. Chagin. However, he did not dare to publish this work. And then it went through the people in the lists. They were read, he was rewritten from hand and passed to each other. Copies spread widely in Russia. For that time, the Esenin "Message" played a big role in strengthening the People's Spirit. For a long time, Yeseninovdy denied the authenticity of this "Messages", referring to the words of Catherine Esenina, published in 1926 in the same "truth". "It does not belong to my brother's poem." However, at the end of the 20th century, the original poem was found and the graphologistics specialists confirmed that it was written by Sergey Yesenin. In addition, there are memories of P. Chagin, who personally from Yesenin remembered this work.

In 1925, the Bolsheviks became finally clear that Yesenin "tame" did not succeed. He did not become a troubadrum of revolution. "God's twin" - said Sergey Yesenin about himself. Bolsheviks saw ideological and spiritual danger in it. He was installed surveillance, criminal cases began to grow into political affairs at any time (only thanks to worldwide fame did not decide to send the poet to the CHC dungeons). Thesenin anticipated the tragic junction, and this premonition was tormented by him. According to the memories of Catherine Yesenina, praying before the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, he said: "Lord, you see how I suffer as hard to me ..."

On the twenty-seventh of December, Sergey Alexandrovich died tragically. The true reasons for his death were hidden, but many witnesses still did not believe that the poet had committed suicide. Ekaterina Yesenina's husband, Poet Vasily Naswkin One of the first to see the corpse in Angletter and immediately stated her: "It doesn't seem like suicide ... Brains led to the forehead ..."

In the Orthodox Church, the priests who did not believe in suicide were also originally found. According to the researcher of the life and death of Yesenin N. Sidorina, the Panihides were held in three churches: in Moscow, in Leningrad and in the Ryazan land. In the Kazan Church of the village of Konstantinovo Sergey Alexandrovich in absentia, his spiritual mentor of Archpriare John Smirnov in absentia. At that time, for the funeral of suicides and paneirhides, they immediately deprived the priestly sanitary sane. So, there were rather convincing evidence of relatives that Yesenin did not commit suicide, but was killed.

But for almost eighty years, the suicide version has persistently introduced into the consciousness of the Soviet people. And only in 1997 in the newspaper Izvestia, director of a special archive A.S. Prokopenko said: "The researchers of the causes of Sergei Yesenin's death have long come to the conclusion about direct involvement in the death of the poet OGPU. And the documents about it are in the archives of the KGB, but for the past seven decades they do not give them to read them. The sake of only one removal of suicide soul with the soul of the Great Poet should be called wicked, who broke his life. "

Yesenin was killed by the Bolsheviks - internationalists for national identity, for preaching in his work of Orthodox values \u200b\u200b- love to neighbor and mercy, love for the Motherland and Russian people, for the fact that his poems were confronted by the Great Poet to be confronted by the Soviet authority, and thereby supported In the people, faith in the fact that Orthodox Russia did not go to nowhere, and therefore, the time of her revival will come. For this, Sergey Yesenin was doomed to the camp.

Large research work in the investigation of the death of Sergey Yesenin - identify the reasons for the murder, customers and specific performers of the crime - the associate professor of the department of literature of the St. Petersburg Academy of Culture, a member of the Union of Writers of the Russian Federation Viktor Kuznetsov. In his work "Mystery of the death of Yesenin", the author wrote: "In history with Yesenin, sadists acted alprint. Paradoxically, but the fact: there is not a single convincing evidence that suicide was committed by the poet. But the evidence of the murder is quite a lot. "

This is how Kuznetsov's incident describes: "The director of the" setting "of the suicide of Sergei Yesenin in the 5th issue of the Angletter hotel, was a film director" Sevzzcino "Pavel Petrovich Petrov (Makarevich), who, who trusting the rumble, dragging the body of the murdered Yesenin on the basement of the building Investigative prison GPU, located on Majorov Avenue, 8/23, did not check the 5th hotel number prepared for open review. "" As a result, there were a lot of questions: why the rope shook the throat of the unfortunate only one and a half times, and there was no loop; Like Yesenin, which expires blood, was able to build such a complex pyramid on the table with chopped palms and other wounds and climbed under the ceiling; what a terrible deserted trail over the nose (official version - burn); Finally, somewhere disappeared the jacket of the deceased. By the way, a member of the Leningrad Literary Group "Commonwealth" (1925-1929) I. Oxenov was recorded in the "diary": "... Larma was seen in the" diary ":" ... Along the foreheads, a bugger was seen (burn - from the hot tube of steam Heating, about which he hit his head), the mouth is semi-open, the hair developed by the scary nimbud around the head. " And further: "In the coffin, he was no longer so terrible. The burn was smeared, let down the eyebrows and lips. "For the Kuznetsov leads the testimony of the beginning of the baseer, the young verse of Pavel Lucnitsky:" Yesenin was little similar to himself. His face at the opening corrected, as they could, but still on the forehead there was a big red spot, in the upper corner of the right eye - a horse, on the nose - the leaf, and the left eye - flat: it is a bit "(" Meetings with Anna Akhmatova ". T . 1. 1924-1925. Paris: YMCA-Press, 1991).

Photographic materials - proof of the murder version of Sergey Yesenin: All photos - originals are stored in the Museum S.A. Yesenin. There are also photos of the poet's posthumous masks stored both in museums and in private collections.

Photographic materials indicate not only that Sergey Yesenin did not commit a self-effect, but also that he before his death had a strong resistance to the executioners who had fallen to him deadly wounds.

All photos are accompanied by questions, due to the inconsistency of images of the official version, approving the suicide of the poet.

What means for Russia recognition of the official version of Sergey Yesenin's death

The emigrant, historian and literatrite Mikhail Koryakov in 1950, manifesiatingly stated: "To gem Yesenin - it means to germinate Russia and the Russian people." For example, the people of Russia were deceived, why did the Sergey Yesenin suicide? Why banned his poems? What was so afraid of the Soviet power and the emerging communist system?

Let people read the poems of Yesenin - for the communist system meant to allow people to believe in God, which is why to lose faith in the Communist Party, and, in the end, for the Communist Party it meant - to lose their power over the people. Therefore, the young genius Sergey Yesenin was slander and appeared to the people as a rowdy, a scandalist, a drunkard and a womanizer, besides, a mentally ill.

But this was not enough for the ruling communist regime, it was necessary to make a great Russian poet even a sinner - therefore, this monstrous crime was made not only about the physical destruction of the poet, but also the destruction of the conscience of the Russian people. The people believed in this lie became accomplices of this crime. In essence, the murder of Sergei Yesenin is a crime against humanity.

Later, Esenin's poetry was prohibited, for reading poems of the poet of people attracted the 58th article (article in the Criminal Code of the RSFSR, which entered into force on February 25, 1927 to counteract counter-revolutionary activities). The campaign of the fight against Yeseninshina lasted several decades.

The return of the net, decent and proud name of the Great Russian poet Sergey Aleksandrovich Yesenin is the return of the conscience of the people of Russia.

From the very beginning of its history of the killings, the Communist system has always applied the same gangster tactics: she began with the fact that he created negative rumors in society about who was going to persecute. If a person was broken spiritually, he did not imagine more threats to the communist system, but if a person remained faithful to some ideals, he was supposed to destroy, as they did with Sergey Yesenin, whom the Soviet government put "out of law".

"Whoever there was a person supplied outside the law, he turns around, whatever their merit in the past. So, you do not have to talk about any doubts about any doubts: this person does not turn into an outcast, and in a living corpse, whose death was only a matter of time ... "," said Lieutenant-General Justice A.F. Katosyev.

Winds, winds, about snow winds,
Notice my past life.
I want to be a light pace
Ile flower with meadow mix.

I want a fat man
Die for yourself for everyone.
Star bells in the ears
Fucking evening snow.

Good rapid trill him
When he dries pain in Purga.
I would like to stand like a tree,
On the road on one leg.

I would like under horse snores
Hug a lug with a bush.
Make you, lunar paws,
My sadness in heaven a bucket.
(S.Senin. 1919).