“You are my fallen maple” by Sergei Yesenin is one of the poet’s most lyrical poems. He wrote it in 1925. Biographers have established that the poems were written on the day Yesenin left the Moscow clinic, where he was being treated for addiction to alcohol. The poem is permeated with a sharp sense of hopelessness, loneliness. Yesenin understood that the complete creative freedom of a poet in his contemporary society is impossible. His fragile soul painfully searched for freedom, but found only its likeness in the tavern smoke.

The poems reflect the poet's sense of disappointment in imaginary friends. He seeks consolation from nature and turns to willow, pine, hugs a birch "like someone else's wife." The poet identifies himself with a maple tree drowned in a snowdrift, only noticing that he himself is still young and “all green”.

On Yesenin's poems "You are my fallen maple" a song was created that became truly folk. You can read the verse “You are my fallen maple” on the website.

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bending down, under a white blizzard?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
As if you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift, froze his leg.

Oh, and now I myself have become somewhat unstable,
I won't get home from a friendly drinking party.

There he met a willow, there he noticed a pine tree,
He sang songs to them under a blizzard about summer.

To myself I seemed to be the same maple,
Only not fallen, but with might and main green.

And, having lost modesty, having become foolish on the board,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged a birch.

Concert dedicated to S. Yesenin in connection withon his anniversary, recalled the page of Yesenin's life associated with writingpoems "You are my fallen maple." This story is described in the book by E.A. KhlystalovaThe Secret of the Angleterre Hotel.
November 28 marks the 90th anniversary of the writing of this poem.

From the movie "Beyond the Wolves". Vlad Galkin, Chaif

An excerpt from the book of Eduard Alexandrovich Khlystalov
"The Secret of the Angleterre Hotel"

... judgment was coming ...
They decided to use the last resort - to put Yesenin in a psychiatric hospital, they say, "crazy people are not judged." Sofya Tolstaya agreed with Professor P. B. Gannushkin on the poet's hospitalization in a paid clinic at Moscow University. The professor promised to provide him with a separate ward where Yesenin could do literary work ....
... Away from the rumbling highways, not far from Pirogovskaya Street, a shady park miraculously survived to this day, once fenced with a three-meter blank brick wall. The city is advancing on the park, part of it has already been cut down and given over to the huge building of the eye institute. On the one hand, the Leo Tolstoy Museum-Estate adjoins the park, on the other - a wide two-story building, built at the end of the 19th century at the expense of philanthropists in the style of classical Russian architecture. In this beautiful building, where everything is thought out from the hanger to the magnificent assembly hall, the psychiatric clinic is located.
... Employees of the GPU and the police ran off their feet, looking for the poet. Only a few people knew about his hospitalization in the clinic, but there were informants. On November 28, the Chekists rushed to the director of the clinic, Professor P. B. Gannushkin, and demanded the extradition of Yesenin. P. B. Gannushkin did not extradite his countryman for reprisal. Instead of the poet, the Chekists received a certificate with the following content:
“Sick S. A. Yesenin has been under treatment in a psychiatric clinic since November 26 of this year to the present, due to his health he cannot be interrogated in court” (GLM, 397/8).
Feeling safe, the poet began to work actively. A strict regime, the care of doctors, regular meals had a positive effect on his health. Friends and acquaintances who visited Yesenin in the clinic noted the poet's excellent appearance, wit and high spirits.
From the first day, Yesenin was loved by all the clinic staff. The drunkard, anti-Semite, hooligan and treacherous seducer of women's hearts known in the newspapers actually turned out to be completely different: modest, childishly shy, friendly and constantly smiling. There was no arrogance, narcissism in fact.

The now living daughter of Dr. Zinoviev, the wife of the poet Ivan Pribludny, Natalya Petrovna Milonova, told me about that period. It was not customary for them in the family to be interested in the work of their father. But Yesenin knew her well and often conveyed greetings to her through her father, so she asked about his state of health. P. M. Zinoviev told her that the poet was not sick with anything, he was just resting and he was not treated with anything in the clinic.
In the clinic, Yesenin wrote fifteen poems. A special place among them is occupied by “You are my fallen maple ...” What heartfelt words, how much genuine sadness is in them ...

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You are my fallen maple, icy maple,


As if you went out for a walk outside the village ...

In the autograph of the poem, the poet put the date of his composition - November 28. It was on this day that the Chekists came to the clinic ... Perhaps Yesenin only wrote down a poem that day, but composed it earlier? He had such practice. In this poem, there are no lines about the city landscape, everything about the winter village ...

But it only seems. Sergei Alexandrovich has not been in the countryside in winter for the past few years, and then the word “as if” does not confirm the village landscape. S. Tolstaya recalled that the poet intended to write a cycle of poems about the Russian winter. Maple is one of them. If this poem was written in a clinic, then there must be a maple that inspired him to these magnificent lines.
I decide to test my guess. I am sending a request to the Hydrometeorological Center of the USSR with a request to report the weather in the center of Moscow on November 26-28, 1925. Here is the answer:
“I am reporting information about the weather in Moscow according to the data of the TSHA weather station (Mikhelson Observatory): the height of the snow cover is unknown, but there was snow. On November 28, 9.4 millimeters of snow fell, the wind was southwest, 8 meters per second, the temperature was one degree below zero, a low snowstorm was blowing.
I no longer doubted that the clinic should have a maple tree, which on November 28 "drowned in a snowdrift, froze his leg." Found a clinic. Slender, handsome maple trees lined up in front of the main entrance. They are thirty or forty years old. No, they didn't exist then. I don't see a centennial maple.
I go to the clinic. I, a forensic lawyer, was given an exception. In a white coat, the doctor was allowed to inspect the men's department. With trepidation he went up to the second floor. Here there should be a small room in which Yesenin lay. From the wide window in the corridor I saw a hundred-year-old maple.

There was no doubt. This is him, modestly retreating from the path in the hospital park. He is the same age as Yesenin.
In that chilly and difficult time, the poet's gaze fell on him. Throwing a fur coat over his shoulders, the humiliated and offended national poet of Russia looked sadly at the fallen trees. It's cold and windy outside, and a blizzard is buzzing behind the double-glazed windows. Several golden leaves cling tightly to native branches. The icy wind is trying to rip them off. Yesenin's breath catches, he cannot hold back his tears ... Lips whispered words ....

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing bending under a white blizzard?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
As if you went out for a walk in the village.

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift, froze his leg.

Oh, and now I myself have become somewhat unstable,
I won't get home from a friendly drinking party.

There he met a willow, there he noticed a pine tree,
He sang songs to them under a blizzard about summer.

To myself I seemed to be the same maple,
Only not fallen, but with might and main green.

And, having lost modesty, having become foolish on the board,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged a birch.

Sings Helena Velikanova

“You are my fallen maple, icy maple ...” Sergey Yesenin

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bending down, under a white blizzard?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
As if you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift, froze his leg.

Oh, and now I myself have become somewhat unstable,
I won't get home from a friendly drinking party.

There he met a willow, there he noticed a pine tree,
He sang songs to them under a blizzard about summer.

To myself I seemed to be the same maple,
Only not fallen, but with might and main green.

And, having lost modesty, having become foolish on the board,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged a birch.

Analysis of Yesenin's poem "You are my fallen maple, icy maple ..."

The landscape lyrics of Sergei Yesenin, in addition to amazing figurativeness and metaphor, have one unique feature - almost all the works of the poet are autobiographical. The poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple ...”, created at the end of November 1925, does not belong to the category of exceptions. This work is based on real facts and has its own background, about which nothing was known until recently.

Only a few years ago, researchers of Yesenin's life and work compared the date of writing this poem with the events that took place in the life of the poet. It turns out that on November 28, 1925, when these amazing lines were written, which later became a wonderful romance, the poet left the Moscow clinic, where he was being treated for another binge. And, of course, the first thing he went to a tavern to improve his health. When and under what circumstances Yesenin's thoughts formed into poetic lines, history is silent. However, the old clinic has been preserved to this day, and the poet's bibliographers even managed to find a ward on the second floor of an old mansion, in which he spent several days. What was the surprise of the researchers when, from the window overlooking the courtyard, they saw the very “icy maple” that stood in the depths of the park and, as if “a drunken watchman, having stepped onto the road, drowned in a snowdrift, freezing his leg.”

It is no secret that Yesenin in his work constantly identified plants with people.. And if the slender birch, which "having lost modesty" and "like someone else's wife" in a fit of drunken stupor, was hugged by the poet, is associated with a woman, then the maple is an exclusively male image. Moreover, for Yesenin, he symbolizes a man in years, who had to face difficult life trials. It is noteworthy that in this poem the author compares himself with a maple, noting only that he is younger, not yet fallen, "but with might and main green." However, such a parallel suggests that the author is experiencing a deep spiritual anguish associated with the fact that he was disappointed in life. Striving for glory and freedom, Yesenin very soon realized that these two concepts are simply incompatible. Moreover, in the country that was the birthplace of the poet, it was almost impossible to gain true freedom under the dictatorial communist regime. If we compare the facts, it turns out that it was at the very moment when Yesenin was in the clinic that they tried to arrest him. However, Professor Pyotr Gannushkin, who at that time was in charge of the psychiatric department of the hospital in which Yesenin was treated, did not betray his idol, saying that there was no poet in the medical institution.

So it is not surprising that Sergei Yesenin constantly sought solace in wine, and was not at all shy about it. It was alcohol that gave the poet the illusion of freedom and permissiveness, although this addiction had to be paid not only with physical health, but also with peace of mind. Yesenin hints at this sad fact in his poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple ...”, informing readers with a slight sadness that he himself “has now become unstable” and is not even able to get home after a “friendly drinking party”. However, one should not regard the declarations of love that the poet addresses to the maple, willow and pine, singing to them “songs about summer under a snowstorm” as one of the manifestations of excessive libations. Yesenin, disappointed in the people around him and realizing that he was actually walking on a knife's edge, sought consolation and friendly participation from nature, which he had admired since childhood. It is this that can explain the phenomenon of identifying trees with people who replaced the poet's friends and interlocutors, and for this the author was infinitely grateful to them.

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bending down, under a white blizzard?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
As if you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift, froze his leg.

Oh, and now I myself have become somewhat unstable,
I won't get home from a friendly drinking party.

There he met a willow, there he noticed a pine tree,
He sang songs to them under a blizzard about summer.

To myself I seemed to be the same maple,
Only not fallen, but with might and main green.

And, having lost modesty, having become foolish on the board,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged a birch.

Analysis of the poem "You are my fallen maple, icy maple" Yesenin

The poem "You are my fallen maple, icy maple ..." was written by Yesenin in November 1925, when the poet was in a state of deep spiritual crisis. Yesenin was painfully looking for a way out of this difficult situation. He was oppressed by the growing pressure of power. The personal life of the poet was finally destroyed, love for him became only numerous meetings for one night. Yesenin was increasingly seized by alcohol addiction. He was well aware of this, but practically ceased to resist. Alcohol is able to create the illusion of expanding consciousness, so it can be assumed that Yesenin was afraid to finally break with drunkenness, as he believed that it helped him in his work.

It is not known in what state Yesenin wrote the poem. Despite the behavior of the protagonist, it has become a real masterpiece of the poet. It seems that incredibly touching and poignant lines come from the most tormented soul. Yesenin has long said goodbye to his native village, but in difficult times he turns to the images of Russian nature for help. Not finding a response in people, he chooses “iced maple” as his interlocutors. The poet is in the city, but the maple in his mind is a rural guest (“for the village ... you went out”). Therefore, the author feels his blood relationship with the tree, it reminds him of his dear homeland, which is very far away.

Yesenin has a sincere conversation with the maple, as if with an old and close person. He sincerely confesses to him that he is very drunk and is afraid not to reach the house. If this is a real description of the poet's return home, then it becomes strange why the acquaintances, seeing his condition, could not see the person off. In this case, the feeling of Yesenin's incredible loneliness is understandable, in which he decided to start a conversation with a simple tree.

The poet tells the maple that he met different trees on the way. Undoubtedly, he came across people, but they do not even deserve a mention. But he read his works to the willow and pine, encouraged them, reminding them of the hot summer. Having replaced the boring human environment with a society of trees, Yesenin presented himself as a “green maple”. Longing for the bygone youth flooded over him again. The last trick of the poet, which he himself shamefully characterizes as "fooled into a board," was an embrace with a birch.

Yesenin made many mistakes in life: he destroyed women's happiness, made drunken scandals and fights. But in the people's memory he will forever remain a great poet. Only a real genius could create the work “You are my fallen maple, icy maple ...”, which became a popular romance.

Analysis of Yesenin's poem "You are my fallen maple, icy maple ..."

The landscape lyrics of Sergei Yesenin, in addition to amazing figurativeness and metaphor, have one unique feature - almost all the works of the poet are autobiographical. The poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple ...”, created at the end of November 1925, does not belong to the category of exceptions. This work is based on real facts and has its own background, about which nothing was known until recently.

Only a few years ago, researchers of Yesenin's life and work compared the date of writing this poem with the events that took place in the life of the poet. It turns out that on November 28, 1925, when these amazing lines were written, which later became a wonderful romance, the poet left the Moscow clinic, where he was being treated for another binge. And, of course, the first thing he went to a tavern to improve his health. When and under what circumstances Yesenin's thoughts formed into poetic lines, history is silent. However, the old clinic has been preserved to this day, and the poet's bibliographers even managed to find a ward on the second floor of an old mansion, in which he spent several days. What was the surprise of the researchers when, from the window overlooking the courtyard, they saw the very “icy maple” that stood in the depths of the park and, as if “a drunken watchman, having stepped onto the road, drowned in a snowdrift, freezing his leg.”

It is no secret that Yesenin in his work constantly identified plants with people. And if the slender birch, which "having lost modesty" and "like someone else's wife" in a fit of drunken stupor, was hugged by the poet, is associated with a woman, then the maple is an exclusively male image. Moreover, for Yesenin, he symbolizes a man in years, who had to face difficult life trials. It is noteworthy that in this poem the author compares himself with a maple, noting only that he is younger, not yet fallen, "but with might and main green." However, such a parallel suggests that the author is experiencing a deep spiritual anguish associated with the fact that he was disappointed in life. Striving for glory and freedom, Yesenin very soon realized that these two concepts are simply incompatible. Moreover, in the country that was the birthplace of the poet, it was almost impossible to gain true freedom under the dictatorial communist regime. If we compare the facts, it turns out that it was at the very moment when Yesenin was in the clinic that they tried to arrest him. However, Professor Pyotr Gannushkin, who at that time was in charge of the psychiatric department of the hospital in which Yesenin was treated, did not betray his idol, saying that there was no poet in the medical institution.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Sergei Yesenin constantly sought solace in wine, and was not at all shy about it. It was alcohol that gave the poet the illusion of freedom and permissiveness, although this addiction had to be paid not only with physical health, but also with peace of mind. Yesenin hints at this sad fact in his poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple ...”, informing readers with a slight sadness that he himself “has now become unstable” and is not even able to get home after a “friendly drinking party”. However, one should not regard the declarations of love that the poet addresses to the maple, willow and pine, singing to them “songs about summer under a snowstorm” as one of the manifestations of excessive libations. Yesenin, disappointed in the people around him and realizing that he was actually walking on a knife's edge, sought consolation and friendly participation from nature, which he had admired since childhood. It is this that can explain the phenomenon of identifying trees with people who replaced the poet's friends and interlocutors, and for this the author was infinitely grateful to them.

“You are my fallen maple, icy maple ...” Sergey Yesenin

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bending down, under a white blizzard?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
As if you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift, froze his leg.

Oh, and now I myself have become somewhat unstable,
I won't get home from a friendly drinking party.

There he met a willow, there he noticed a pine tree,
He sang songs to them under a blizzard about summer.

To myself I seemed to be the same maple,
Only not fallen, but with might and main green.

And, having lost modesty, having become foolish on the board,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged a birch.