The work of Vladimir Semenovich Vysotsky is multifaceted. Poems and songs about the Great Patriotic War occupy one of the important places in his lyrics.

When the war began, he was only three years old, but his poems penetrate the soul so much that you feel the poet's personal involvement in front-line events. It seems as if he himself, with his fellow soldiers, stormed the height at which "everyone's fate would have crossed paths": "They crawled to the height in the fire lane / They ran and lay down again ...". As if he himself, seriously wounded, was in the hospital.

And once, in a frenzy,

That neighbor on the left, to me

Suddenly he said: "Listen, boy,

You don't have legs...

Then suddenly he appears before us as an old, experienced, experienced warrior who stepped into battle from a trench. And, realizing that “this time” he “cannot return”, he firmly believes in the victory and liberation of the Motherland by his sons, young soldiers, he hopes that they will return alive:

I manage to smile

I see who is following me.

We did not have time ... to look back,

And the sons ... go into battle ...

Then we see him as a young soldier, who did not have time to experience the joys of life. He saw a shooting star in the sky and made the most cherished desire to “get out of the battle alive”, and was killed by an enemy bullet, which seemed to him at the last moment of his life a star that had fallen from the sky:

I've already decided: the trouble has passed

And managed to escape...

But a crazy star fell from the sky

Right under the heart...

The poet experiences the death of a friend as his own death: “Everything is now alone, it only seems to me: / It was I who did not return from the battle.”

Only a real creative person can empathize with the fate of his people and every single person. Vysotsky himself said: “You can’t say I’m keeping up with the times - it’s too high. Just the restlessness of time, its paradoxes constantly live in me, require expression.

And there was someone to take an example from the poet. His father, a career officer, went through a difficult front-line path from Moscow to Berlin. He said about his son: "In my opinion, the main thing in him is that he grew up surrounded by simple and honest people who went through the war - real people."

Vysotsky's military poems are deep and vital, the motives are diverse, basically original, partly rooted in classical literature. Vysotsky shows us a person in all his manifestations: from the base to the sublime, from the ordinary to the exceptional; reveals the monstrous essence of war.

In the poem "The Shooting of the Mountain Echo", the picture of the invasion of war into peaceful life is striking in its eerieness. The author depicts the death of ordinary people with the help of a detailed personification, through the image of a cheerful mountain echo.

The whole night went on

bloody evil fun,

And the echo was trampled - but no one heard the sound,

By morning they shot the quiet mountain echo ...

And stones spurted like tears from the wounded rocks.

Soldiers die, liberating the land, and in every inch they see "all our villages, forests, cities." A friend dies, and his front-line comrade bitterly recalls: “We had enough space in the dugout ...”. “Now my eyes will close, I will hug the earth tightly,” says the dying fighter.

Yes, Vysotsky's military poems are tragic, but at the same time we do not see hopelessness in them, they are full of optimism. And this optimism is drawn from the deepest, true filial love of the poet for his native land: “Motherhood cannot be taken from the earth, / Not taken away, how not to scoop up the sea ...”.

Many poets sang female fidelity: K. Simonov “Wait for me”, A. Tvardovsky “House by the road”, but in life it happened differently. The one who “walked and crawled through half the world almost through evil battles and crawled with a battalion”, miraculously survived at the front, returning home, he finds the “unfriendly owner” in his native house.

But the mortal wound came from the back,

And stuck in the heart of change ...

But...

I bent myself in the lower back,

Willpower called for help:

“Sorry, comrades, that I turned

By mistake to someone else's threshold,

Say peace and love to you

Yes, bread on the table

So that consent goes around the house ... "

Even in such a situation, the lyrical hero remains himself, a real person, a man.

Vysotsky raises many topics in his works: the tragedy of unborn children (I would give this star to my son just as a keepsake ... / A star hangs in the sky, the star disappears - there is nowhere to go.), the heroism of some and the careerism of others:

We were told: "We need a height"

And: "Do not spare the cartridges!".

Here comes the second star

You on shoulder straps ...

“We will not die a painful life, / We would rather live a certain death,” — this is the great wisdom formulated by V. S. Vysotsky, which is found there, at the last line.

A soldier who has not returned from battle continues to live in the soul of his comrade (“He did not return from battle”).

Our dead will not leave us in trouble.

Our fallen as sentries.

The sky is reflected in the forest, as in water,

And the trees are blue.

The heroes of Vysotsky's military poems, having honestly lived their lives, becoming a particle of a clear and clear sky, help us to maintain faith in goodness and justice, not to get lost in the modern hectic world.

I am familiar with the work of a large number of writers and poets of different times. There are favorites among them. From foreign authors - these are V. Shakespeare, E. Voynich, O. Wilde, E. Hemingway, from domestic - N. Gogol, A. Chekhov, N. Gumilyov, M. Bulgakov, V. Bykov. Their works are fraught with some kind of eternal mystery for me, which will always exist. They all lived at different times and each wrote about his own and in his own way. Probably, the talent of the artist lies not only in the skillful possession of the form, not only in approaching full self-expression,

But also in the extent to which other people in other times can find a particle of themselves in his works. According to Oscar Wilde: "... Art is a mirror that reflects the one who looks into it." It turns out that a person is looking in art for analogues of his fate, his feelings, his thoughts, therefore, knowing about the favorite writers and poets of this or that person, one can say something about him.

I would like to tell you about V. Vysotsky, the poet-bard. He was born in 1938 and lived for forty-two years. He had a very difficult and eventful life. V. Vysotsky is known to many as an artist of the Taganka Theatre. One

Of his central roles - Hamlet. It is interesting to compare the poems "Hamlet" by B. L. Pasternak and "My Hamlet" by V. Vysotsky. Pasternak's emphasis, it seems to me, is on the lines:

The hum is quiet. I went out to the stage.

Leaning against the doorframe,

What will happen in my lifetime.

I am alone. Everything is drowning in hypocrisy.

Life to live is not a field to cross.

Yes, every person at some point in his life experiences, to one degree or another, what Shakespeare's hero suffered from. V. Vysotsky's poem "My Hamlet" is much longer. This is a very long and detailed story about what Pasternak called in one word "pharisaism":

I saw - our games every day

More and more like atrocities ...

How to live in all this?

And we all put a tricky answer

And we do not find the right question.

The world of V. Vysotsky's poems is huge and polyphonic. Songs about the Great Patriotic War leave a strong impression. It would seem that a person who, due to his age, has not experienced all the hardships of the war, cannot write about it, but he wrote and sang because it worried him. Observing and recognizing the life of older generations, Vysotsky comprehended the fate of his people, his country. Memory and pain about the experiences of individual people become a common memory and pain.

Like cuts, trenches lay down

And funnels, like wounds, gape.

Exposed Nerves of the Earth

They know unearthly suffering.

Many of his war songs are in the first person. Depicting a certain situation, he, as it were, asks himself the question: “What would I do?” First of all, these are songs of very real people. V. Vysotsky has poems dedicated to friendship, mountains, sea:

Serving the elements does not tolerate fuss,

The meridian leads to the two poles.

Blessed are the eternal spines,

Blessed be the Great Ocean!

The lyrical hero of these songs is a person you can rely on, who will not let you down.

Vysotsky also has ballads: "The Ballad of Love", "The Ballad of Childhood", "The Ballad of an Abandoned Ship" ...

If you have not eaten a single piece of meat from a knife,

If arms folded watched from above

And he did not enter into a fight with a scoundrel, with an executioner -

So, in life you had nothing to do with it, nothing to do with it!

All his songs are very sincere and personal. Vysotsky, in my opinion, did not know how and did not like to prevaricate:

I'm annoyed that the word "honor" is forgotten

And what is the honor of slander behind the eyes.

He did not want to blindly obey the state, the general opinion:

I agree to run in the herd,

But not under the saddle and without a bridle.

In poems dedicated to love, Vysotsky has a very important problem that the poet solves for himself unambiguously. It's a question

constancy in love. According to Vysotsky, love is a feeling given to a person from above. He has no power over him, so no promises can be made.

I love you now

No stains, no loss

My age is standing now - I will not cut my age!

During, in continuation, now -

I don't breathe in the past and I don't care about the future.

For a poet, to love is to live:

Because if you didn’t love, then you didn’t live and didn’t breathe!

Vysotsky's poetry is addressed directly to each person, to his soul. It awakens true human qualities in many people. He himself said that the author's song for him is a form of a confidential conversation with the listener about what worries him at the moment.

Why is V. S. Vysotsky one of my favorite poets? It is probably impossible to answer this question objectively. But all the same, the problems that worried him worry me too, this can explain my personal interest in the work of Vysotsky. And some kind of invisible energy comes from his songs, helping to live, make decisions and just be a person.

In conclusion, I would like to say that I myself do not fully understand why V. Vysotsky is one of my favorite poets. There is some mystery in this. There was a secret both in himself and in his desire to know:

... is there a limit there, on the edge of the Earth?

And is it possible to expand the horizons?

First of all, one should single out the satirical line of Vysotsky's work, in which he acts as a representative of the legal opposition. In many songs, the poet-bard ridicules the brainless, limited, conservative power that does not know how to govern without the help of a whip.

A freak sits on a freak

And he drives others like a freak,

And that's all - with the people,

which greets like

And he seems to approve of everything.

Vysotsky denounced the lies of official propaganda. One of his best songs is called "The Parable of Truth and Lies". These categories are personified and represented as two women. The lie lured the Truth to spend the night, undressed it, appropriated the property and began to impersonate the Truth, and the Truth is now exposed

Vysotsky made it clear that there is no freedom in the country, and denounced the servile position to which the people are doomed. These motives come through in the text of the song "Soldiers and the King":

No, no, the people do not have a difficult role:

Fall on your knees - what a problem! -

The king is in charge

And if not a king, well then - a queen!

Vysotsky had a negative attitude towards those who, due to their conformity, "fell to their knees." He himself was a very honest man and tried to show that the principle of social justice in the USSR had long been violated. In one of the works, a genre scene with deep social overtones is created.

Vysotsky has not only songs, but also poems that have not been set to music. In the text “The Bridges Have Burnt,” the poet refutes the myth of the heyday that Soviet society is allegedly experiencing and, like Erofeev, depicts historical progress as moving in a vicious circle

In many other texts, Vysotsky gives realistically concrete scenes of the life of Brezhnev's society in order to bring people closer to reality. A very large place is occupied by the images of the “little man”. Thus, Vysotsky opposes the idealization to which this image was subjected in official literature. The constant characters of many songs are drunkards. Of course, such characters in Vysotsky are given most often with irony, as in the song "Police Protocol". In these songs, Vysotsky often uses a literary (personal) mask: the hero, as if confessing, talking about one of the life events, is revealed to the end. The hero of the song "Police Protocol" attributes his guilt to the quality of vodka.

Quite naturally, motives arise in Vysotsky's lyrics self-destruction, self-destruction: the author and the lyrical hero quite consciously build their life as a race over the abyss in order to more sharply experience the disastrous delight of freedom: writes Vysotsky in the poem "History of Disease" (1977-1978), one of the most autobiographical and most terrible texts of the late period of his work. Self-destruction is a logical payment for the will to integrity in a carnival world that has lost integrity, knows no boundaries between good and evil, truth and lies, filled with many arguing and incompatible truths. Grotesque "logic of reversal", in which "everything happens the other way around" in relation to the set

a man of conscious purpose, turns to the lyrical hero Vysotsky. Vysotsky was never able to reconcile the romantic maximalism of his lyrical hero (“I don’t love”) with his omnivorousness, openness to “foreign” words and “foreign” truth. It is this grotesque combination of the will to wholeness with the fundamental rejection of wholeness that makes all poetry

Vysotsky in a kind of "open text" that goes beyond the social era that gave birth to him.

How many wonderful poets there are in Russia! And each of them appears before us in all its poetic "beauty". At present, the reader has the opportunity to get acquainted with the work of modern poets and prose writers in the most complete way, because now there is no concept of “forbidden” literature, as it was about thirty years ago. We have the right not only to love our writers, but also to know almost everything about them.
I am very close to the poetry of Vladimir Semenovich Vysotsky, who, unfortunately, passed away at the peak of his creative flowering. Close by themes, ideas, motives, but most of all - by the truth of life. Vladimir Vysotsky is a mysterious phenomenon not only for his time, but for our days. Unable to officially publish the texts of his poems, he was, however, known throughout the Soviet Union: his songs were memorized, copied from each other and sung, sitting in a close friendly circle. Why did his poems so take for the soul? The answer is simple: simplicity, so sweet to the Russian character.
The first poetic experiments of Vladimir Vysotsky appeared in the form of parodies of the so-called “criminal” folklore and were most likely of an experimental nature. He later moved away from this genre.
Gradually gaining experience in poetic creativity, Vysotsky turned to the military theme, raised the problem of human relationships and, of course, did not ignore love, a feeling that Vysotsky had a chance to experience in full. It is no coincidence that all his poetic works literally “shine” and “sparkle” from the emotions experienced by their author.
Already in the prime of his life and years, Vysotsky met a real friend of life, his fate and muse, Marina Vladi. With his work of this period, he makes it clear to the reader that everything he wrote in verse has been experienced and suffered more than once. The power of the poet's love knew no bounds. “Live”, biting lines clearly demonstrate the extraordinary strength of the character of their author and, at the same time, his extraordinary sensitivity:

I breathe - and, therefore, I love!
I love - and, therefore, I live!

The sincerity with which Vysotsky expresses and conveys to us his most intimate thoughts warms the soul and captivates.
The manner of writing Vysotsky's poetry is mesmerizing. Either we see before us an ardent, passionate lover, then the poet appears before us in the form of a front-line soldier who has seen a lot in his lifetime. Many people for a long time really considered Vysotsky a participant in hostilities - his lines about the war are so convincing and true:

Finally we were given the order
attack
Take away our spans and crumbs.
But we remember how the sun went
Reverse

And almost went to the east. One can safely imagine Vysotsky in a soldier's tunic and with a flask in his hand. As, however, in any other guise, his speech is so plastic and figurative, pouring out into short, but unusually semantic poems. Tremulously referring to the days of difficult trials that befell the Motherland, Vysotsky could not even allow the thought of forgetting the experience.
How many millennia a society exists, the same number of vices live in it.
We admire Vysotsky's ability to aptly and cruelly ridicule these very vices: drunkenness, lack of culture, rudeness:

There is gossip that there will be no more
rumors
And there are rumors like gossip
banned.

You can even respect this person for the fact that, knowing behind himself a terrible vice - alcoholism, - Vysotsky

Vladimir Vysotsky. This name is familiar to every Russian person. It can be treated differently: you can love and hate, recognize and not recognize. You can't be indifferent to him. After all, all his songs-poems were written with the blood of the heart. It's probably no coincidence...

The work of Vladimir Vysotsky is interesting and multifaceted. He wrote more than 600 songs and poems, played more than 20 roles on the stage of theaters, 30 roles in films and television films, 8 in radio plays. So who is he an actor, poet or composer? He himself, in...

There is a school in Kyiv where an ordinary photo from the graduation album hangs on the classroom wall. On it is a boy, a graduate of 1985, who died in Afghanistan, under his photograph there are painfully familiar, burning words: “The same forest, the same air and the same water, ...

Vladimir Vysotsky is a phenomenon of the seventies, his work is original and multifaceted. He wrote more than 600 poems and songs, played more than 20 roles in plays and more than 20 roles in films and television films. But the social and moral position ...

There is a school in Kyiv where an ordinary photo from the graduation album hangs on the classroom wall. On it is a boy, a graduate of 1985, who died in Afghanistan, under his photograph there are painfully familiar, burning words: “The same forest, the same air and the same water, only he did not return from the battle ...” Words Vysotsky, who did not fight. Why? After all, there are so many songs about the war. Maybe because the guys who fought in Afghanistan grew up and were brought up on the songs of Vysotsky, listening to them, they thought about life, death and heroism. Because Vysotsky was honest: he called black black and white white. And they justify the trust there - in Afghanistan, where there are "other people's words" and where there are "unnecessary meetings":

Darkness ahead - wait!

There is a wall of crimson sunsets,

Headwind, slanting rains,

And the roads, the roads, are rough.

There are other people's words, there is bad rumor,

There are unnecessary meetings.

It burned down, the grass withered

And traces in the dark are not read ...

With the song “On mass graves…” Vladimir Vysotsky invariably began his performances - in the capital's House of Scientists, at the Lena mines, in the club of the Donetsk mine, at the hockey players' training camp, in the exquisite Parisian concert hall. In a word, everywhere. But it was not understood everywhere. They could not understand why a man with swollen veins sings at home. What's this? What worries him so much..? They especially didn't understand why the song should deal with these issues. Indeed, what could one sing about like that? Then, when there was truth, sincerity, openness in such a deficit ... He sang about this. People have always needed cleansing. In cleansing from lies, from double-mindedness, which, like radiation, eats into the bones and is not excreted from the body. Vysotsky was and remains an antidote to lies, a barrier against hypocrisy. Therefore, probably, we, skeptics, who do not trust anyone's word, worrying, listen to the person who won the war.

And the people who fought were sure that he was their comrade-in-arms. Such truth sounded in his war songs. And when the war began, he was only three years old:

... He was silent at random and sang along out of time,

He always talked about something else

He did not let me sleep, he got up with the sunrise,

And yesterday he did not return from the battle.

Vysotsky became a bridge of understanding between generations, between grandfathers and grandchildren. Once, in one questionnaire, the poet was asked: “What is your favorite place?” Vysotsky, who had seen a lot, replied: “Samoteka, Moscow” - “Your favorite song?” - “Get up, the country is huge ...” It was the song of his childhood. Moscow 41st year. Darkened, impregnable, harsh. Here, for the first time, the paths of the young Bulat Okudzhava, leaving for the front, crossed (later he would sing about this: “You taught Arbat to love, and then, further, our business ...”) and little Volodya Vysotsky. Okudzhava raised the street song to the heights of true poetry, or rather, he put simple and deep thoughts into the formula of a street song. Okudzhava began what Vysotsky then continued. And now, in place of the pensive kindness of Bulat Okudzhava's songs - the hoarse voice of a soldier, not even a voice - a cry, an unceasing cry, like a harbinger of trouble. Most of Vysotsky's songs are written in the first person, that is, the poet transforms into his character, puts himself in his place:

I will never forget this fight.

The air is filled with death

And from the sky silent rain

The stars were falling.

Here it rolled, and I thought:

Get out of the fight alive...

That is why Vysotsky received letters from front-line soldiers: “... Are you the same Vladimir Vysotsky, with whom I left the encirclement near Orsha?”, “Hello Volodya! After you were wounded by a mine fragment, I fought for another year ... "

Vladimir sang about those aspects of military life that only a person who participated in the war could know about. He put himself in the place of a commander sentenced to death, a sapper performing a feat, a recruit, and many others. He describes the events so vividly that the listener involuntarily creates a picture of what is happening:

Two bare wires, gritting my teeth, I defend,

I didn’t see the sunrise, but I understood: it’s about to rise!

And here is another proof of the vitality of his war songs. Let's see how they resonate with Konstantin Simonov's poem "The Nameless Field", written in July 1942:

Again we depart, comrade,

We lost the fight again

Bloody sun of shame

Comes behind us...

And these are the lines from the song “We Rotate the Earth”, written decades later, but, nevertheless, worthy of a military salute:

From the border we turned the earth back.

It was the first thing.

But our battalion commander twisted it back,

Pushing off the foot from the Urals.

The poet himself says this about military songs: “I write songs about the war, of course, not retrospections, but associations. If you listen to them, you will see that it is fashionable to sing them today, that people from those times, situations from those times, and, in general, both ideas and problems are ours, the current ones.

The calculation in the author's song is only for one thing - that you are disturbed in the same way, they tear your soul and scratch the nerves of injustice and human grief, just like me. Our generation is compared to a sprout, which, bending, bends around the stone that crushed it, but this curvature is the norm for a poet. Can we understand his songs? Do we want? Maybe yes. We all sometime ask ourselves the question: could I then? And we try to answer it all our lives. Vysotsky's songs make us think about friendship, about friendship in the original sense of the word:

There are eight of them, we are two,

The layout before the fight

Not ours, but we will play.

Serge, hold on

We do not shine with you

But the trump card must be equalized.

I will not leave this heavenly square,

I don't care about numbers right now.

Today my friend is protecting my back

And that means the chances are equal ...

They teach to look at love not as a momentary entertainment: She came to invite you to life ... And we also learned about honor, conscience, duty from his songs:

And forever and ever, and at all times

A coward, a traitor is always despised.

An enemy is an enemy, and war is still war,

And the dungeon is tight, and freedom is one,

And we always rely on her ...

Vysotsky does not have songs simply about the sky, only about the earth or the sea. There is - about life, about courage, about the readiness to go into exploration:

The volleys of guns have long ceased.

Above us is only sunlight.

How are people tested?

If there is no more war?

Often heard

Now as then:

Would you go with him to explore?

Yes or no?

Vladimir Vysotsky did not fight, did not go to prison, was not a climber, miner, sportsman - he was a Poet, an Artist of the word.

He did not finish, he did not finish everything,

What was the pulse and sounded in the soul,

And my heart gave up

That too long did not know the rest.

He won't be on the stage again.

So simple, yet so worthy.

He died. Yes.

And yet he sings

And the songs won't let us live in peace...

(N. Mikhalkov. In memory of Vysotsky)