Yesenin's poetry ... Wonderful, wonderful, unique world! A world that is close and understandable to everyone. Yesenin is a true poet of Russia; a poet who rose to the heights of his skill from the depths of folk life. His homeland - the Ryazan land - nurtured and watered him, taught him to love and understand what surrounds us all. Here, on Ryazan land, Sergei Yesenin first saw all the beauty of Russian nature, which he sang in his poems. From the first days of his life, the poet was surrounded by the world of folk songs and legends:

I was born with songs in a grass blanket.

The spring dawns twisted me into a rainbow.

In the spiritual image of Yesenin's poetry, the features of the people were clearly revealed - its "restless, daring strength", scope, cordiality, emotional restlessness, deep humanity. Yesenin's whole life is closely connected with the people. Perhaps that is why the main characters of all his poems are ordinary people, in every line one can feel the close, unabated connection of the poet and man - Yesenin with the Russian peasants over the years.

Sergei Yesenin was born into a peasant family. “As a child, I grew up breathing the atmosphere of folk life,” the poet recalled. Even by his contemporaries, Yesenin was perceived as a poet of "great song power." His poems are like flowing, calm folk songs. And the splash of the waves, and the silvery moon, and the rustle of the reeds, and the immense blue of heaven, and the blue surface of the lakes - all the beauty of the native land has been embodied over the years in verses full of love for the Russian land and its people:

About Russia - a crimson field

And the blue that fell into the river -

I love to joy and pain

Your lake melancholy ...

“My lyrics are alive with one great love,” Yesenin said, “love for the motherland. The feeling of homeland is the main thing in my work ”. In Yesenin's poems, not only "Russia shines", not only the poet's quiet confession of love for her sounds, but also faith in a person, in his great deeds, in the great future of his native people is expressed. The poet warms every line of the poem with a feeling of boundless love for the Motherland:

I became indifferent to the shacks,

And the hearth fire is not sweet to me,

Even apple trees in the spring blizzard

I fell out of love for the poverty of the fields.

Now I like something else ...

And in the consumptive light of the moon

Through stone and steel

I see the power of my home side.

With amazing skill, Yesenin reveals to us the pictures of his native nature. What a rich palette of colors, what precise, sometimes unexpected comparisons, what a sense of the unity of the poet and nature! In his poetry, according to A. Tolstoy, one can hear "the melodious gift of the Slavic soul, dreamy, carefree, mysteriously agitated by the voices of nature." Everything in Yesenin's works is multicolored and multicolored. The poet eagerly gazes at the pictures of the world renewing itself in spring and feels himself a particle of it, awaits the sunrise with trepidation and stares for a long time at the brilliant colors of the morning and evening dawn, at the sky covered with thunderclouds, at old forests, at fields adorned with flowers and greenery. With deep sympathy, Yesenin writes about animals - "our smaller brothers." In the memoirs of M. Gorky about one of the meetings with Yesenin and his poem "Song of the Dog", the following words sounded: "... and when he uttered the last lines:

Dog eyes rolled

Gold stars in the snow -

Tears flashed in his eyes too.

After these verses, one involuntarily thought that S. Yesenin is not so much a man as an organ created by nature exclusively for poetry, to express the inexhaustible "sadness of the fields, love for all living things in the world and mercy, which - more than anything else - is deserved by man."

Yesenin's nature is not a frozen landscape background: she lives, acts, reacts hotly to the fate of people and the events of history. She is the poet's favorite hero. She always attracts Yesenin to herself. The poet is not captivated by the beauty of eastern nature, the gentle wind; and in the Caucasus, thoughts about the homeland do not leave:

No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,

It is no better than Ryazan's expanse.

Yesenin, without turning, walks the same road with his homeland, with his people. The poet anticipates great changes in the life of Russia:

Come down, appear to us, red horse!

Harness the shafts to the ground ...

We are a rainbow for you - an arc,

Arctic Circle - for harness.

Oh take out our globe of the earth

In his autobiography Yesenin writes: “During the years of the revolution he was entirely on the side of October, but he took everything in his own way, p.

peasant bias ". He embraced the revolution with indescribable enthusiasm:

Long live the revolution

On earth and in heaven!

New features, born of revolutionary reality, appear in Yesenin's poetry. Yesenin's poems reflect all the contradictions of the early period of the formation of the Soviets in the country. The violent revolutionary pathos in the early 1920s, when the new economic policy was being implemented, was replaced by pessimistic sentiments, which were reflected in the Moscow tavern cycle. The poet cannot determine his place in life, feels confusion and bewilderment, suffers from the consciousness of spiritual duality:

Russia! Sweet land to my heart!

The soul shrinks in pain.

How many years the field has not heard

Rooster singing, dog barking.

How many years has our quiet life

Lost peaceful verbs.

Like smallpox, pitted hooves

Pastures and valleys are dug up.

What pain is felt in the tragic song of the poet about the internecine strife that tears "the native country to the edge from the edge", anxiety for the future of Russia. A painfully question arises before him: "Where is the fate of events taking us?" It was not easy to answer this question, it was then that a breakdown in the poet's spiritual perception of the revolution took place, his utopian plans collapsed. Yesenin thinks and suffers about the doomed village:

Only for me, as a psalmist, to sing

Hallelujah over the homeland.

The passage of time is tireless, and Yesenin feels it, more and more lines appear, full of mental confusion and anxiety:

I am the last poet of the village

The boardwalk is modest in songs.

At the farewell I stand mass

Birch trees cindering in foliage.

Yesenin's contradictions are most dramatically reflected in his reflections on the future of the village. The poet's commitment to the peasantry is becoming more and more evident. In Yesenin's poems, one can hear a longing for nature, which civilization will lose. Unforgettable Yesenin's "red-maned foal":

Darling, darling, funny fool

Where is he, where is he chasing?

Doesn't he know that there are live horses

Has the steel cavalry won?

In Yesenin's work, the opposition between town and country takes on a particularly acute character. After a trip abroad, Yesenin acts as a critic of bourgeois reality. The poet sees the pernicious impact of the capitalist way of life on the souls and hearts of people, acutely feels the spiritual squalor of the bourgeois civilization. But a trip abroad had an impact on Yesenin's work. He again recalls the "longing of endless plains" familiar to him from his youth, but now, however, he is no longer happy with the "carriage song of the wheels":

I became indifferent to the shacks,

And the hearth fire is not sweet to me,

Even apple trees in the spring blizzard

I fell out of love for the poverty of the fields.

Pictures of the past evoke a passionate thirst for renewal of the native village:

Field Russia! Enough

Drag the plow through the fields!

It hurts to see your poverty

And birches and poplars.

I don't know what will happen to me.

Maybe I'm not fit for a new life,

But still I want steel

See poor, impoverished Russia.

Isn't this truth of feelings, burning the heart and soul, especially dear to us in Yesenin's poems, isn't this the true greatness of the poet?

S. Yesenin deeply knew the peasant life of Russia, and this contributed to the fact that he was able to become a truly national poet.

No matter what Yesenin writes about: about the revolution, about the peasant way of life, he still returns to the topic of his homeland. Homeland for him is something bright and writing about it is the meaning of his whole life:

I love my homeland very much.

The homeland both worries and calms the poet. In his lyric works, boundless devotion to the Motherland, admiration for it, sounds:

When all over the planet

The enmity of the tribes will pass,

Lies and sadness will disappear, -

I will chant

With the whole being in the poet

Sixth of the earth

With a short title "Rus".

From Yesenin's poems, the image of a poet-thinker arises, who is vitally connected with his country. He was a worthy singer and citizen of his homeland. In an amicable way, he envied those "who spent their lives in battle, who defended a great idea," and with sincere pain wrote "about the days wasted in vain":

Because I could give

What was given to me for a joke.

Yesenin was a bright individual personality. According to R. Rozhdestvensky, he possessed "that rare human property, which is usually called the vague and indefinite word" charm "... Any interlocutor found in Yesenin something of his own, familiar and beloved - and this is the secret of such a powerful influence of his poems" ...

How many people warmed their souls by the miraculous bonfire of Yesenin's poetry, how many enjoyed the sounds of his lyre. And how often they were inattentive to Yesenin the Man. Maybe this killed him. "We have lost the great Russian poet ..." - wrote M. Gorky, shocked by the tragic news.

Yesenin's poetry ... Wonderful, wonderful, unique world "A world that is close and understandable to everyone. Yesenin is a true poet of Russia; a poet who rose to the heights of his skill from the depths of people's life. His homeland - Ryazan land - nurtured and gave him drink, taught to love and understand what surrounds all of us. Here, on Ryazan land, for the first time, Sergei Yesenin saw all the beauty of Russian nature, which he sang in his poems. From the first days of his life, the poet was surrounded by the world of folk songs and legends:

I was born with songs in a grass blanket.
The spring dawns twisted me into a rainbow.

In the spiritual image of Yesenin's poetry, the features of the people were clearly revealed - its "restless, daring strength", scope, cordiality, emotional restlessness, deep humanity. Yesenin's whole life is closely connected with the people. Perhaps that is why the main characters of all his poems are ordinary people, in every line one can feel the close, unabated connection of the poet and man - Yesenin with the Russian peasants over the years.

Sergei Yesenin was born into a peasant family. “As a child, I grew up breathing the atmosphere of folk life,” the poet recalled. Even by his contemporaries, Yesenin was perceived as a poet of "great song power." His poems are like flowing, calm folk songs. And the splash of the waves, and the silvery moon, and the rustle of the reeds, and the immense, heavenly blue, and the blue surface of the lakes - all the beauty of the native land has been embodied over the years in verses full of love for the Russian land and its people:

About Russia - a crimson field
And the blue that fell into the river -
I love to joy and pain
Your lake melancholy ...

“My lyrics are alive with one great love, - said Yesenin, - love for the motherland. The feeling of homeland is the main thing in my work ”. In Yesenin's poems, not only "Russia shines", not only the poet's quiet confession of love for her sounds, but also faith in a person, in his great deeds, in the great future of his native people is expressed. The poet warms every line of the poem with a feeling of boundless love for the Motherland:

I became indifferent to the shacks,
And the hearth fire is not sweet to me,
Even apple trees in the spring blizzard
I fell out of love for the poverty of the fields.
I now like something else ...
And in the consumptive light of the moon
Through stone and steel
I see the power of my native side

With amazing skill, Yesenin reveals to us the pictures of his native nature. What a rich palette of colors, what precise, sometimes unexpected comparisons, what a sense of the unity of the poet and nature! In his poetry, according to A. Tolstoy, one can hear "the melodious gift of the Slavic soul, dreamy, carefree, mysteriously agitated by the voices of nature." Everything in Yesenin's works is multicolored and multicolored. The poet eagerly gazes at the pictures of the world renewing itself in spring and feels himself a particle of it, awaits the sunrise with trepidation and stares for a long time at the brilliant colors of the morning and evening dawn, at the sky covered with thunderclouds, at old forests, at fields adorned with flowers and greenery. With deep sympathy, Yesenin writes about animals - "our smaller brothers." In the memoirs of M. Gorky about one of the meetings with Yesenin and his poem "A Song of the Dog; / the following words sounded:" ... and when he uttered the last lines:

Dog eyes rolled
Gold stars in the snow, -
tears flashed in his eyes too.

After these verses, one involuntarily thought that S. Yesenin is not so much a man as an organ created by nature exclusively for poetry, to express the inexhaustible "sadness of the fields, love for all living things in the world and mercy, which - more than anything else - is deserved by man."

Yesenin's nature is not a frozen landscape background: she lives, acts, reacts hotly to the fate of people and the events of history. She is the poet's favorite hero. She always attracts Yesenin to herself.The poet is not captivated by the beauty of eastern nature, the gentle wind: even in the Caucasus, thoughts about the homeland do not leave:

No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,
It is no better than Ryazan's expanse.

Yesenin, without turning, walks the same road with his homeland, with his people. The poet anticipates great changes in the life of Russia:

Come down, appear to us, red horse!
Harness the shafts to the ground ...
We are a rainbow for you - an arc,
Arctic Circle - for harness.
Oh take out our globe of the earth
On a different track.

In his autobiography Yesenin writes: "During the years of the revolution he was entirely on the side of October, but he took everything in his own way, with a peasant bias." He embraced the revolution with indescribable enthusiasm:

Long live the revolution
On earth and in heaven!

New features, born of revolutionary reality, appear in Yesenin's poetry. Yesenin's poems reflect all the contradictions of the early period of the formation of the Soviets in the country. The violent revolutionary pathos in the early 1920s, when a new economic policy was being implemented, was replaced by pessimistic sentiments, which were reflected in the Moscow tavern cycle. The poet cannot determine his place in life, feels confusion and bewilderment, suffers from a consciousness of spiritual duality :

Russia! Sweet land to my heart!
The soul shrinks in pain.
How many years the field has not heard
Rooster singing, dog barking.
How many years has our quiet life
Lost peaceful verbs.
Like smallpox, pitted hooves
Pastures and valleys are dug up.

What pain is felt in the tragic song of the poet about the internecine strife that tears "the native country to the edge from the edge", anxiety for the future of Russia. A painfully question arises before him: "Where is the fate of events taking us?" It was not easy to answer this question, it was then that a breakdown in the poet's spiritual perception of the revolution took place, his utopian plans collapsed. Yesenin thinks and "suffers about the doomed village:

Only me. like a psalm reader, sing
Hallelujah over the homeland.

The passage of time is tireless, and Yesenin feels it, more and more lines appear, full of mental confusion and anxiety:

I am the last poet of the village
The boardwalk is modest in songs.
At the farewell I stand mass
Birch trees cindering in foliage.

Yesenin's contradictions are most dramatically reflected in his reflections on the future of the village. The poet's commitment to the peasantry is becoming more and more evident. In Yesenin's poems, one can hear a longing for nature, which civilization will lose. Unforgettable Yeseninsky "red-maned foal":

Darling, darling, funny fool
Where is he, where is he chasing?
Doesn't he know that there are live horses
Has the steel cavalry won?

In Yesenin's work, the opposition between town and country takes on a particularly acute character. After a trip abroad, Yesenin acts as a critic of bourgeois reality. The poet sees the pernicious impact of the capitalist way of life on the souls and hearts of people, acutely feels the spiritual squalor of the bourgeois civilization. But a trip abroad had an impact on Yesenin's work. He again recalls the "longing of endless plains" familiar to him from his youth, but now, however, he is no longer happy with the "carriage song of the wheels":

I became indifferent to the shacks,
And the hearth fire is not sweet to me,
Even apple trees in the spring blizzard
I fell out of love for the poverty of the fields.

Pictures of the past evoke a passionate thirst for renewal of the native village:

Field Russia! Enough
Dragging a plow through the fields
It hurts to see your poverty
And birches and poplars.
I don't know what will happen to me.
Maybe I'm not fit for a new life.
But still I want steel
See poor, impoverished Russia.

Isn't this truth of feelings, burning the heart and soul, especially dear to us in Yesenin's poems, isn't this the true greatness of the poet?

S. Yesenin deeply knew the peasant life of Russia, and this contributed to the fact that he was able to become a truly national poet.

No matter what Yesenin writes about: about the revolution, about the peasant way of life, he still returns to the topic of the homeland. Homeland for him is something bright, and writing about it is the meaning of his whole life:

I love my homeland
I really love my homeland! ..

The homeland both worries and calms the poet. In his lyric works, boundless devotion to the Motherland, admiration for it, sounds:

But even then,
When all over the planet
The enmity of the tribes will pass,
Lies and sadness will disappear, -
I will chant
With the whole being in the poet
Sixth of the earth
With a short title "Rus"

From Yesenin's poems, the image of a poet-thinker arises, who is vitally connected with his country. He was a worthy singer and citizen of his homeland. In an amicable way, he envied those "who spent their lives in battle, who defended a great idea," and with sincere pain wrote "about the days wasted in vain":

Because I could give
Not what I gave
What was given to me as a joke.

Yesenin was a bright individual personality. According to R. Rozhdestvensky, he possessed “that rare human property, which is usually called the vague and indefinite word“ charm ”... Any interlocutor found in Yesenin something of his own, familiar and beloved, - and this is the secret of such a powerful influence of his poetry ".

How many people warmed their souls by the miraculous bonfire of Yesenin's poetry, how many enjoyed the sounds of his lyre. And how often they were inattentive to Yesenin the Man. Maybe this killed him. “We have lost the great Russian poet ...” - wrote M. Gorky, shocked by the tragic news.

Grade 11

(lesson-lecture)

Nature and Man in Yesenin's Lyrics.

He's like a magician

Turned the dawn into a kitten

Sweet hands - in swans,

The bright month is in the foal.

N. Krutov

Yesenin is a subtle lyricist who dedicated all his work to Russia. “I have all my poems about Russia,” he said. It's amazing that nature endowed him with the poetic appearance of a blue-eyed guy with a curly head the color of ripe rye (“I took this hair from the rye”) and a beautiful surname, which, by a strange coincidence, is consonant with his most favorite word - Russia, Russia. Listening to the sound of these words, he said that there is "both spring, and autumn, and something blue in them." The same sounds in his last name - Sergei Yesenin. And the timbre of his poems is often organized precisely by these sounds - p, s, n.

The world of folk-poetic images surrounded him from early childhood. And the fire of the dawn, and the splash of the waves, and the silvery moon, and the rustle of the reeds, and the immense blue of heaven, and the blue blue of the lake - all this beauty over the years has been molded into verses full of love for the Russian land:

"About Russia - a crimson field

And the blue that fell into the river -

I love to joy and pain

Your lake melancholy ... "

Whatever the poet writes about, he thinks in images taken from nature. Nature lives its own life, everything moves and changes in it. Therefore, Esenin's favorite artistic technique is personification.

Let's remember what impersonation is? (Impersonation - the transfer of human properties to inanimate objects and abstract concepts. For example, “feather grass is asleep,” “the stars have dozed off,” a pine tree tied up with a white kerchief, a birch girl, “dozing road”, looked into the pond).

Even more interesting is another, very characteristic of Yesenin's technique, which could be called “the personification of the opposite”: what happens to a person is identified with natural phenomena (“a bush of golden hair withers”; “and my soul is a boundless field, breathes the smell of honey and roses ").

The poem "Dissuaded the golden grove" (reading the poem) is based entirely on this technique.

"Golden Grove" - ​​Yesenin himself, feeling his wilting. But this is also his poetry.

Yesenin's nature is multicolored, multicolored, full of life-giving inner forces. She acts, breathes, lives. His nature is ringing, noisy: the pine forest is ringing, the rye is ringing, “winter sings - it echoes”, “in the groves on the birches there is a white chime”.

In general, the sound image that is most often voiced by Yesenin's lyric plots is ringing, and not just ringing, but ringing, decomposed into many shades.

For Yesenin, poetry is a beautiful garden, where words are leaves, images are apples shaken from the soul when they are filled with ripe juice. For Yesenin, poetry, man, nature are one indissoluble whole. Nature in his poems approaches human life, becomes involved in the experiences and feelings of people.

His poems are a rainbow of colors. In the poet's worldview, there are no black and white colors, his world is multicolored, bright. Yesenin takes a palette of bright colors and colors the world around: “pink sunset”, “crimson bushes”, “radiant snow”, “scarlet light of dawn”, “blue evening”, “blue plate of heaven”, “golden grove”, “red fire "," Yellow raven ". The range of colors is bright, fresh, colorful - conveys the beauty of the surrounding world and the joy of life. And Yesenin's favorite colors are blue and blue. These tones enhance the feeling of the immensity of the blue expanses of Russia (“blue that has fallen into the river,” “only blue sucks the eyes,” “on a heavenly blue dish,” etc.), create an atmosphere of bright joy of being (“pre-dawn, blue, early” , “Blue on a summer evening”), express a feeling of tenderness and love (“blue jacket, blue eyes”, “blue-eyed guy”, “a blue fire rushed about”).

Often the words calling light are used in a figurative sense, characterizing the "bright" state of mind of the hero of the lyrical hero ("it is light in my soul", "secret messages shine with a rainbow into my soul", "my heart glows with cornflowers, turquoise burns in it").

But Yesenin not only sees, but also listens, hears, and feels: "these rustles in the oats", "the smell of honey from innocent hands", "poplars are loudly withering away").

Yesenin's metaphors and comparisons are unusual: "a curly lamb - a month walks in the blue grass", "a red month like a foal harnessed to our sleigh", etc.

We have already remembered what an impersonation is, now we remember what a metaphor, comparison and epithet are. (Metaphor - transferring the properties of one object or phenomenon to another according to the principle of similarity or contrast.Comparison - one phenomenon or concept is clarified by comparing it with another.Epithet - an artistic definition that gives the expression imagery and emotion.)

Yesenin's best metaphor is connected with the Motherland - "the country of birch chintz". And the most delicate image in his poems is the image of a beautiful girl - a birch tree.

Yesenin, like no one else, poeticized the most seemingly unpoetic things: quinoa, nettles, cabbage beds, a wretched village, a peasant hut. He carried his love for the "golden log hut" to the end of his life. The patriarchal village was dear to him. The people in Yesenin's poetry are not separated from the concept of the Motherland. And nature in his poems, as in folk art, feels humanly, and a person, in turn, feels like a tree, grass, river, meadow, that is, an integral part of nature.

M. Gorky said that early Yesenin is a poet of a non-intellectual nature. It appeals to the feelings of the reader, but not to the thought. There are no philosophical reflections in his poems: neither the philosophy of love, nor the philosophy of nature, but there is the very feeling of love, the very breath of nature.

Thus, Yesenin's nature is not a frozen landscape background. She lives and breathes, is sad and happy, grows and develops, reacts hotly to the fate of people and the events of history. In the lyrical landscape, the author's assessment, feeling, and attitude of the poet are always expressed.

In Yesenin's poetry, man is a part of nature. His lyrics are characterized by the spiritualization of nature and the assimilation of man to natural phenomena.

Tell me, can Yesenin's early poems (about nature) be called purely landscape? Why? (No. Nature is inseparable from man; it exists here not by itself, but as a part of a single whole).

Can we say that Yesenin's landscape lyrics are his declaration of love for the Motherland?

In Yesenin's poems, through the nature of his native land, the image of Russia is also highlighted, all his work is formed into the image of Russia.

Our time is a time of cruel trials for man and mankind. It became clear that the confrontation between man and nature is fraught with mortal danger for both of them. Yesenin's poems, imbued with love for nature, help a person find a place in it.

Already in the early period of S. Yesenin's work, the strongest side of his poetic talent becomes obvious - the ability to draw pictures of Russian nature. Yesenin's landscapes are not deserted pictures, in them, in the words of Gorky, there is always a "interspersed man" - the poet himself, in love with his native land. The natural world surrounds him from birth.

I was born with songs in a grass blanket,
The spring dawns twisted me into a rainbow.
I grew up to maturity, the grandson of the Kupala night,
Darkness, magical happiness prophesies to me.

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing bent over under a white blizzard?
Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
As if you went for a walk outside the village.

His bird cherry “sleeps in a white cape,” the willows are crying, the poplars are whispering, “a cloud has tied lace in the grove,” “the girls ate,” “the sleepy earth smiled at the sun,” etc. Like the children of one mother, I looked at he is on humanity, on nature, on animals. The tragedy of the mother dog becomes very close to the human heart, emphasizes the feeling of a person's kinship with all living things on earth. About them, about our smaller brothers, the poet speaks with great love very often. When you read "Kachalov's Dog", you are amazed at his ability to talk with the animal respectfully, in a friendly way, on an equal footing. It can be seen that he really likes everything about the dog: "... touch you on the velvet coat," "I have never seen such a paw." You can talk with Jim about everything: love, joy, sadness, even life. The poet treats the common mongrel with the same feeling:

And you, beloved,
Faithful bad dog?

With what love the poet addresses the galloping foal in "Sorokoust": "Dear, darling, funny fool." In the most difficult moments for himself, Yesenin always remains a man:

Stela poems golden matting, I want to tell you tender.

To whom is this "you"? People, humanity. The poem "We are now leaving a little" about life, love and how people are dear to the poet:

That's why people are dear to me,
That live with me on earth.

There is something in Yesenin's poetry that makes the reader not only understand the complexity of the world and the drama of the events taking place in it, but also believe in a better future for man. It will, of course, come, and there will be no room in it for indifference, cruelty, violence.

The creative heritage of S. Yesenin is very close to our today's ideas about the world, where man is only a particle of living nature. Penetrating into the world of poetic images of S. Yesenin, we begin to feel like brothers of a lonely birch, old maple, mountain ash bush. These feelings should help preserve humanity, and therefore humanity.

Yesenin's poetry is a wonderful and wonderful unique world! A world that is close and understandable to absolutely everyone, without exception. Yesenin is a great poet of no less great Russia; a poet who rose to the heights of his skill from the depths of folk life. His homeland is the Ryazan land, which nurtured and watered him, taught him to love and understand what surrounds us all - nature! Here, on Ryazan land, Sergei Yesenin first saw all the beauty of Russian nature, which he told us about in his poems. Yesenin from the first days of his life was surrounded by the world of folk songs and legends:

I was born with songs in a grass blanket.

The spring dawns twisted me into a rainbow.

In the spiritual image in Yesenin's poetry, the features of the people were clearly revealed - its "restless, daring strength", scope, cordiality, emotional restlessness, deep humanity. Yesenin's whole life is closely connected with the people. Perhaps that is why the main characters of all his poems are ordinary people, in every line one can feel the close, unabated connection of the poet and Yesenin's man with the Russian peasants over the years.

Sergei Yesenin was born into a peasant family. “As a child, I grew up breathing the atmosphere of folk life,” the poet recalled. Even by his contemporaries, Yesenin was perceived as a poet of "great song power." His poems are like flowing, calm folk songs. And the splash of the waves, and the silvery moon, and the rustle of the reeds, and the immense blue of heaven, and the blue surface of the lakes - all the beauty of the native land has been embodied over the years in verses full of love for the Russian land and its people:

About Russia - a crimson field

And the blue that fell into the river -

I love to joy and pain

Your lake melancholy ...

"My lyrics are alive with one great love, - said Yesenin, - love for the Motherland. The feeling of the Motherland is the main thing in my work." In Yesenin's poems, not only "Russia shines", not only the poet's quiet confession of love for her sounds, but also faith in a person, in his great deeds, in the great future of his native people is expressed. The poet warms every line of the poem with a feeling of boundless love for the Motherland.

From Yesenin's poems, the image of a poet-thinker arises, who is vitally connected with his country. He was a worthy singer and citizen of his homeland. In an amicable way, he envied those "who spent their lives in battle, who defended a great idea," and wrote with sincere pain "about the days wasted in vain":

Because I could give

Not what I gave

What was given to me for a joke.

Yesenin was a bright personality. According to R. Rozhdestvensky, he possessed "that rare human property, which is usually called the vague and indefinite word" charm "... Any interlocutor found in Yesenin something of his own, familiar and beloved - and this is the secret of such a powerful influence of his poetry ".

From childhood, Sergei Yesenin perceived nature as a living being. Therefore, in his poetry, an ancient, pagan attitude towards nature is felt. The poet animates her:

Shemnik-wind with a careful step

Crumples foliage over road ledges

And kisses on a rowan bush

Red ulcers to the invisible Christ.

Few poets see and feel the beauty of their native nature as much as Sergei Yesenin. She is dear and dear to the heart of the poet, who managed to convey in his poems the breadth and boundlessness of rural Russia:

There is no end and no end to be seen -

Only the blue sucks the eyes.

Through the images of his native nature, the poet perceives the events of a person's life.

The poet brilliantly conveys his state of mind, drawing for this purpose simple to the point of genius comparisons with the life of nature:

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry,

Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees.

Fading gold covered,

I won't be young anymore.

Sergei Yesenin, albeit with bitterness, accepts the eternal laws of life and nature, realizing that "we are all perishable in this world," and blesses the natural course of life:

May you be blessed forever

That came to thrive and die.

In the poem "I do not regret, I do not call, I do not cry ..." the feelings of the poet and the state of nature merge. Man and nature are in complete harmony with Yesenin. The content of the poem "The golden grove dissuaded ..." is also conveyed to us with the help of images of nature. Autumn is the time for summing up, peace and quiet (only "the cranes fly sadly"). The images of the golden grove, the leaving wanderer, burning but not warming fire, convey to us the sad thoughts of the poet about the end of life.

How many people warmed their souls by the miraculous bonfire of Yesenin's poetry, how many enjoyed the sounds of his lyre. And how often they were inattentive to Yesenin the man. Maybe this killed him. "We have lost the great Russian poet ..." - wrote M. Gorky, shocked by the tragic news.

I consider the poems of Sergei Yesenin to be close to every Russian person who really loves his homeland. In his work, the poet was able to show and convey in his lyrics those bright, wonderful feelings that evoke in us pictures of our native nature. And if we sometimes find it difficult to find the right words to express the depth of love for our native land, then we should definitely turn to the work of this great poet.