In 1923, Yesenin was at a difficult and, as it turned out later, fatal crossroads for him. The old shirt guy is almost gone, yesterday's ideals are destroyed, and looking ahead catches emptiness. Lost many friends, growing conflict with Soviet power and therefore Sergey increasingly writes confessional verses, trying to draw a line over the passed stage of life.
Yesenin's confession
At this time, "I have only one fun left" is written, which will replenish the golden fund of the poet's work. A confessional poem should open the eyes of others to Yesenin's life and explain to them what caused the not always understandable actions of the poet and man.
And I was rude and scandalous
To burn brighter.
Burned for you, says Sergei, so why don't you understand me?
Tired of addressing others who do not understand him (this is not the first Yesenin poem-confession), Sergei recalls God, which is rare for his work.
A Matter of Faith
The first line is easily explained - the poet is ashamed that he did not believe in God before, that he exchanged faith for his own burning. The second line shows that there is no faith even today, but this only makes us bitter. Maybe Yesenin wants to get closer to God, but "sins are not allowed into heaven," maybe it's just a shame to go to him because of past sins.
So the angels lived in it.
Can be classified as autobiographical. It is rare for any of the poets to meet such an interweaving of angels and devils - gentle lyrics and dashing sprees in taverns, passionate love and outrageous bullying. So much black and white, light and dark are mixed in Yesenin that earthly man not realize where his truth is.
Repentance?
At the end of the poem, Sergei Yesenin does not beg to forgive him, but asks:
They put me in a Russian shirt
Under the icons to die.
We do not know what God said to the poet after his death, but the church allowed him to be buried in the cemetery, which cannot be done with suicides (such official version of death). Perhaps this is a gesture by which the church accepted his repentance, while the admirers of the poet do not need to forgive him - he opened their eyes to the Russian soul and deserves only applause.
I have only one fun:
Fingers in the mouth - and cheerful whistle.
swept bad reputation,
That I am a brawler and a brawler.
Oh! what a ridiculous loss!
There are many funny losses in life.
I'm ashamed that I believed in God.
I'm sorry that I don't believe it now.
Golden, distant distances!
Everything burns worldly dream.
And I was rude and scandalous
To burn brighter.
The poet's gift is to caress and scratch,
Fatal seal on it.
White rose with black toad
I wanted to get married on earth.
Let them not get along, let them not come true
These thoughts of pink days.
But if the devils nested in the soul -
So the angels lived in it.
That's for this fun turbidity,
Going with her to another land,
I want at last minute
Ask those who will be with me -
“I have only one fun left ...” Sergey Yesenin
I have only one fun:
Fingers in the mouth - and a cheerful whistle.
Bad fame swept
That I am a brawler and a brawler.Oh! what a ridiculous loss!
There are many funny losses in life.
I'm ashamed that I believed in God.
I'm sorry that I don't believe it now.Golden, distant distances!
Everything burns worldly dream.
And I was rude and scandalous
To burn brighter.The poet's gift is to caress and scratch,
Fatal seal on it.
White rose with black toad
I wanted to get married on earth.Let them not get along, let them not come true
These thoughts of pink days.
But if the devils nested in the soul -
So the angels lived in it.That's for this fun turbidity,
Going with her to another land,
I want last minute
Ask those who will be with me -So that for everything for my grave sins,
For disbelief in grace
They put me in a Russian shirt
Under the icons to die.
Analysis of Yesenin's poem "I have only one fun left ..."
Life in Moscow radically changed Sergei Yesenin, who came to the capital as a simple village boy. However, after a few years, he felt the taste of freedom and the first literary success, acquired fashionable clothes and turned into a dandy. However, there was also back side medals - a strong longing for native village Konstantinovo, which the young poet tried to drown out with alcohol. Drunken fights, smashing dishes in restaurants, public insults of friends and completely strangers- all this became Yesenin's second nature. Having sobered up, he realized that he was behaving disgustingly, but he could no longer and did not want to change anything in own life. In one of these moments of enlightenment, when the poet was undergoing treatment for alcohol addiction, it was born famous poem“I have only one fun left ...”, which today is known to many as a song included in the repertoire of various performers.
This work was written in 1923, several years before the tragic death of the poet. And between the lines one can read not only words of despair mixed with remorse, but also see that Yesenin considered his mission on this earth already completed by that time. He really said goodbye to everything that was dear to him, and prepared for death, realizing that a life consisting of continuous drunken brawls was not justified by anything. The poet is not embarrassed by the fact that he is “a bawdy and a brawler”, moreover, he is indifferent to the opinions of others on this matter. Yesenin is much more concerned about the issues of salvation own soul although he admits that he does not believe in God. However, for a man who is willing to step over last line, it is important to cleanse the soul of all that has accumulated in it. Therefore, this poem by Yesenin is considered by many to be his dying confession, which is replete with revelations. Only now the poet repents not before the Almighty, but before ordinary people, giving himself up to the judgment of readers and not at all counting on indulgence. Explaining his behavior, the author notes: "And I was obscene and scandalous in order to burn brighter." At the same time, the poet regrets that he never managed to "marry a white rose with a black toad ... on earth." The realization that it is impossible to change this world for the better with the help of poetry drove Yesenin to despair. Tired of fighting for his ideals, he simply decides to leave everything as it is, asking his relatives for only one thing - to put him "in a Russian shirt under the icons to die."
But like any creative person, Sergey Alexandrovich went through his own, difficult and in some places thorny path which, obviously, influenced all his work. What happened in Yesenin's life that until now his lines penetrate to the very heart? How did the poet begin his journey and how did he end? In order to answer all these questions, it is necessary to pay attention to the facts from the poet's biography.
I have one fun...
I have only one fun:Fingers in the mouth - and a cheerful whistle.
Bad fame swept
That I am a brawler and a brawler.
Oh! what a ridiculous loss!
There are many funny losses in life.
I'm ashamed that I believed in God.
I'm sorry that I don't believe it now.
Golden, distant distances!
Everything burns worldly dream.
And I was rude and scandalous
To burn brighter.
The poet's gift is to caress and scratch,
Fatal seal on it.
White rose with black toad
I wanted to get married on earth.
Let them not get along, let them not come true
These thoughts of pink days.
But if the devils nested in the soul -
So the angels lived in it.
That's for this fun turbidity,
Going with her to another land,
I want last minute
Ask those who will be with me -
So that for everything for my grave sins,
For disbelief in grace
They put me in a Russian shirt
Under the icons to die.
1923
One of the most popular poems by Sergei Yesenin, “I have only one fun left,” is completely permeated with the poet’s spiritual anguish. It is here that he talks about his failures in life, it is here that he is shown how he fell and rose. Interestingly, in this poem the poet justifies his constant drinking - he just wanted to "burn", stand out from the crowd and be remembered by everyone around him.
The work is permeated and boundless love to his own country, to its culture and life, but in parallel the poet says that he no longer believes in anything - complete disappointment, longing and sadness. Nevertheless, despite everything that happened in his life, despite all the festivities and rebellions, the poet declares that after his death he wants to remain faithful to his country - to die in a Russian shirt, surrounded by loved ones.
It is difficult to say what exactly was going on in the soul of the poet at the time of writing the work. One thing is obvious - already at that time he had a premonition of his imminent death. Moreover, the year of writing the work coincided with difficult period the life of the poet, in which there were repressions, and persecution, and misunderstanding of the authorities, betrayal of influential patrons and rebellion against generally accepted morality.
Biography of Sergei Yesenin
Like most poets, Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin was born into the simplest family, which was no different from the rest of the villagers. The family lived in the village of Konstantinovo, and on October 3, 1895, little Serezha was born. It so happened that he was brought up future poet not a mother, but the older generation - a beloved grandmother and grandfather. Sergei's mother was forced to leave the village to work, because there was no worthy and paid work in the village in those years. Also in early childhood Sergey, under the guidance of his grandmother, became interested in poetry - the old woman knew great amount songs and poems, which entertained the younger generation on quiet dark evenings.
At some point, the poet, like his mother, realized that there were no prospects in the countryside, and already in 1912 he left his native village and, with a pain in his chest, went to conquer the capital. It is not surprising that the capital received the young and ambitious Sergey well - here he almost immediately got a paid job as a proofreader at a local printing house and got a unique opportunity for his time to read everything that comes to hand and even what is practically lacking. Long time Sergey aspired to study and work, swallowing knowledge in batches. At the same time, he was an active participant literary organization, in which thematic events of interest to Sergey were often held.
It is not surprising that the monotonous and routine life did not suit Yesenin at all - already in 1914 the poet abandoned everything that surrounded him and decided to devote himself entirely to writing poems. In the same year, the poet goes to Petrograd - it is here that all literary life is in full swing, all the elite gather and the most ambitious creative events take place. Yesenin immediately becomes his own among even the most famous in poetic world personalities, easily finds a language with the movement of new peasant poets, who accept him into their circles.
He did not manage to roam in Petrograd, because Sergei was drafted into the army, where his service was surprisingly easy thanks to his special talents - here he read poetry to the empress herself and her whole family. It is not surprising that the impudent poet, who created for himself a special image of a hooligan and revelers, even in society great empress did not shun swear words and directly announced his point of view, which simply shocked all listeners.
Yesenin's special image
Some may think that the poet was a noble reveler and spent his whole life in drunkenness and debauchery. In fact, biographers say that the poet's festivities at first were nothing more than a well-planned image - the poet's first popular poem was just hooligan, and the public was happy to hook on this image. After leaving his native village, Yesenin practically did not drink alcohol and even scolded his neighbors, who spent all their time drinking.
It is difficult to say how a well-thought-out image turned into real life- but every year Yesenin drank more and more, which his friends could not help but notice.
Women of Sergei Yesenin
Sergei Alexandrovich from childhood was aware of his unusual natural beauty and enjoyed it all his life. The poet had no end to women and he used this - he played with them as he wanted and changed them like gloves. Nevertheless, the poet also had serious novels. Back in 1917, the poet met Zinaida Reich, with whom he married and had two children at once, but the poet’s move back to Moscow, to the very thick of literary life, divorced a couple and Yesenin easily found a replacement for the lady of the heart.The pursuit of popularity and moving to Moscow coincided with the acquaintance with Nadezhda Volpin, who, like Reich, gave the poet a child. However, the fame that weighed more and more on the poet, constant night festivities in taverns and love for female attention divorced this couple.
The loudest and brightest romance of Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin was with the American popular dancer Isadora Duncan. This woman left a serious imprint in the life of the poet - she was the initiator of his world tour, in which, surprisingly, the poet drank a lot, walked and rowdy. Duncan did not receive due attention, which was very upsetting, and after returning from the tour, the couple broke up forever without unnecessary scandals and tantrums.
Death of poet
The life of the great creator did not last long and ended very tragically - on December 28, 1925, Yesenin was preparing to release his collected works, but was found hanged on a pipe in the Angleterre Hotel. Biographers are still arguing whether Yesenin's death was a suicide, but many facts still speak of the murder:The disorder in the room speaks either of the poet's madness in last hours, or the presence of unauthorized persons;
The poet was clearly afraid that they would come for him;
The short stature of the poet simply could not allow him to hang himself under the high ceiling of the hotel.
Be that as it may, Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin left a noticeable mark on all Russian literature, therefore even today his popularity is growing - his poems are studied at school, films and series are made about him. The poet's work has become an inspiration for many, and his life is an example.
Sergei Yesenin - bully
Both critics and readers often idealize their idols: poets and writers. But this ordinary people with their passions, sins, weaknesses and vices, which are reflected in their work. In obscene verses, for example. Today, when icons are made of classics, forgetting about their earthly essence, these verses are tried not to be remembered either in school or university classrooms. In addition, profanity is prohibited by law. If things go on like this, and The State Duma continues to ban everything, we will soon forget that in Russian literature there were such popularly beloved authors as V. Erofeev, V. Vysotsky, V. Sorokin, V. Pelevin and many others. Poems from profanity Mayakovsky, Lermontov, Pushkin, and, of course, Sergei Yesenin, who himself called himself a hooligan, brawler and obscene.
I have one fun
I have only one fun:
Fingers in the mouth and a cheerful whistle.
Bad fame swept
That I am a brawler and a brawler.
Oh! what a ridiculous loss!
There are many funny losses in life.
I am ashamed that I believed in God.
I'm sorry that I don't believe it now.
Golden, distant distances!
Everything burns worldly dream.
And I was rude and scandalous
To burn brighter.
The poet's gift is to caress and scratch,
Fatal seal on it.
White rose with black toad
I wanted to get married on earth.
Let them not get along, let them not come true
These thoughts of pink days.
But if the devils nested in the soul -
So the angels lived in it.
That's for this fun turbidity,
Going with her to another land,
I want last minute
Ask those who will be with me -
So that for everything for my grave sins,
For disbelief in grace
They put me in a Russian shirt
Under the icons to die.
Why are you looking so blue splashes?
A favorite of women in a drunken stupor, more than once recited in public verses of very dubious content. Although I rarely wrote down. They were born spontaneously and did not linger in the poet's memory. Nevertheless, there are still a few poems left in the drafts, where the author expressed his thoughts and emotions, resorting to taboo vocabulary.
Yesenin was seriously mentally ill, and almost all of his frivolous verses belong to this period. The poet lost faith in love, in social justice, in new system. He was confused, lost the meaning of existence, disappointed in his work. The world appeared before him in shades of grey.
This is clearly seen in the poem, full of drunken bravado and deep despair.
Rash harmonica. Boredom… Boredom
Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom...
The harmonist pours his fingers in a wave.
Drink with me, you lousy bitch.
Drink with me.
Loved you, scourged -
Unbearable.
Why are you looking so blue splashes?
Do you want it in the face?
In the garden you would be stuffed,
Frighten crows.
Tormented me to the liver
From all sides.
Rash, harmonica. Rash, my frequent.
Drink, otter, drink.
I'd rather be that one, boobs -
She is dumber.
I'm not the first among women...
a lot of you
But with one like you with a bitch
Only for the first time.
The more it hurts, the louder
Here and there.
I won't end myself
Go to hell.
To your pack of dogs
It's time to forgive.
Darling I'm crying
Sorry Sorry…
Here, the Ryazan rake seeks to prove to everyone, and first of all, to himself, that his chaotic life was not in vain. And although the motives for suicide are increasingly breaking through into him, Yesenin still has hope that he will be able to escape from the deep and vicious pool of drunkenness and riotous life. He exclaims: "I'm not going to kill myself, go to hell."
A favorite of women in a drunken stupor has repeatedly recited in public verses of very dubious content
The wind blows from the south
The poet wrote the poem “The Wind Blows from the South” after he invited a girl to visit, who refused to continue her acquaintance, knowing about the difficult character and far from secular manners of her gentleman.
The wind blows from the south
And the moon has risen
What are you, motherfucker
Didn't you come at night?
The poem is sustained in an aggressive and harsh form, and its meaning is that lyrical hero he will easily find a replacement for the intractable young lady, and will be able to drag any other beauty into bed.
Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
A similar leitmotif is contained in the stanzas of the work “Sing, sing. On the damn guitar”, where the poet again returns to the theme of death.
Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance in a semicircle.
Would choke in this frenzy,
My last, only friend.
Don't look at her wrists
And flowing silk from her shoulders.
I was looking for happiness in this woman,
And accidentally found death.
I didn't know love was contagious
I didn't know love was a plague.
Came up with a slitted eye
The bully went crazy.
Sing, my friend. call me again
Our former violent early.
Let her kiss each other
Young, beautiful bastard.
Ah, wait. I don't scold her.
Ah, wait. I don't curse her.
Let me play about myself
Under this bass string.
The days of my pink dome are pouring.
In the heart of dreams of gold sums.
I touched a lot of girls
Many women pressed in the corner.
Yes! there is the bitter truth of the earth,
I peeped with a childish eye:
Males lick in line
Bitch dripping juice
So why should I be jealous of her.
So why should I hurt like this.
Our life is a sheet and a bed.
Our life is a kiss and a whirlpool.
Sing, sing! On a fatal scale
These hands are a fatal misfortune.
Just know, send them to * er
Alas, the poet's prophecy regarding himself did not come true. The last day of December 1925 turned out to be a holiday with tears in our eyes.
The poet lost faith in love, in social justice, in a new system
On this day, Muscovites and numerous guests of the capital buried Sergei Yesenin. An hour before the solemn battle of his chimes best friend poet Anatoly Mariengof wept in his room on Tverskoy Boulevard.
He could not understand how people who recently walked with a mournful look behind the coffin of the poet are now preening, spinning in front of a mirror, tying their ties. And at midnight they will congratulate each other on the New Year, clink glasses of champagne.
He shared these mournful thoughts with his wife. His wife then philosophically said to him:
This is life, Tolya!
Living heating pad
All night long they sat on the couch, sorting through photographs, in which there was a young, perky, mocking Sergei. Read by heart his magic. And Anatoly Borisovich recalled how, before his marriage, he and Yesenin lived in Moscow, without having their own roof over their heads.
By the way, great poet never received a capital apartment, despite his crazy fame. “After all, he’s spending the night somewhere now, well, let him live there,” an official of the administration of the Krasnopresnensky district spread his hands with irresistible logic, where, having passed five bureaucratic instances, a paper was received from Trotsky’s apparatus with a proposal to provide housing to Yesenin. “How many do we have in Moscow, and what - to give everyone an apartment?”
Yesenin was saved from "homelessness" by friends. But mostly friends. At first, Yesenin lived together with Anatoly Mariengof, huddling with friends or renting a corner for a while. Brothers in the literary workshop parted so rarely that they gave rise to all of Moscow to talk about intimacy between themselves.
The great poet never got an apartment in the capital, despite his crazy fame
In fact, they even had to sleep in the same bed! And what do you want to do if there is nothing to heat the apartment with, and poetry can only be written with warm gloves!
One day, a little-known Moscow poetess asked Sergei to help her get a job. The girl was rosy-cheeked, round-thighed with lush, soft shoulders. The poet offered to pay her the salary of a good typist. To do this, she had to come to friends at night, undress, lie down under the covers and leave when the bed was warm. Yesenin promised that they would not look at the girl during the procedure of opening and dressing.
Three days already known at that time poets in a warm bed. On the fourth, the young writer could not stand it and indignantly refused an easy, but strange service. To the bewildered question of true gentlemen: “What is the matter?”, She angrily exclaimed:
I wasn't hired to warm the sheets of the saints!
They say that Mariengof, out of friendly motives, incited Yesenin against Zinaida Reich aroused unreasonable jealousy in him. As a result, Sergei divorced his beloved woman. Since then family life it didn't work out for him.
Although Zinaida and Reich and his children are a poet. However, it is difficult to imagine Sergei Yesenin, the owner easy gait and a lover of noisy feasts, as a respectable father of a family and a faithful husband.
Mariengof, out of friendly motives, incited Yesenin against Zinaida Reich
He walked forward through life with long strides, as if in a hurry to go through it as soon as possible. Isadora Duncan even gave the poet a gold watch, but he still remained at odds with the times.
Dancer Isadora Duncan
The marriage to the famous French dancer Duncan was perceived by the poet's entourage as his desire to finally solve the housing problem. Then a caustic ditty immediately sounded on the Moscow streets:
Tolya walks unwashed,
And Seryozha is clean.
Because Seryozha is sleeping
With Dunya on Prechistenka.
Meanwhile, Yesenin's feeling, which flared up sharply before everyone's eyes, can only be called love.
But that heavy love, in which passion prevails. Yesenin surrendered to her without hesitation, without controlling his words and deeds. However, there were few words - he did not know either English or French, and Isadora spoke Russian poorly. But one of her first sayings about Yesenin was "". And when he rudely pushed her away, she joyfully exclaimed: “Russian love!”
The seductress of many European celebrities with refined tastes and manners, the behavior of the explosive Russian poet with a golden-haired head was to her heart. And he, yesterday's provincial peasant, the conqueror of the capital's beauties, apparently wanted to reduce this refined woman, caressed by salon life, to the level of a village girl.
It was no coincidence that he called her behind her back in the circle of friends "Dunka". Isadora knelt before him, but he preferred the restless life between heaven and earth to her sweet captivity.
Sergei Yesenin and Isadora Duncan - a love story In the Duncan mansion, they practically did not know what water was - they quenched their thirst with French wines, cognac and champagne. A heavy impression on Yesenin was made by a trip with "Dunka" abroad. The complacency of the well-fed, vulgar bourgeois, and against their background, noticeably heavier from drunkenness, in front of the eyes of the dancer - all this oppressed Yesenin. After another scandal in Paris, Isadora imprisoned her "prince" in a private lunatic asylum. The poet spent three days with the “shiziki”, every second fearing for his mind.
He falls ill with persecution mania. In Russia, this disease will intensify, shatter an already too sensitive nervous psyche. Alas, even close people treated the poet's illness as a manifestation of suspiciousness, another eccentricity.
Yes, Yesenin was, in fact, suspicious, afraid of syphilis, the scourge of troubled times, and then donated blood for analysis. But they really followed him - there were secret agents of the Cheka in his entourage, he was often provoked into scandals and dragged to the police. Suffice it to say that five criminal cases were opened against Yesenin in five years, and in recent times he was wanted!
Diagnosis - persecution mania In front of his nose, Dzerzhinsky's favorite, the adventurer and murderer Blumkin, waved a revolver, he was overtaken in the dark by some people in black and demanded huge money in return for peace of mind, his manuscripts were stolen, beaten and robbed repeatedly. What about friends? It was they who pushed Yesenin to. They ate and drank at his expense, envious, could not forgive Yesenin for what they themselves were deprived of - genius and beauty, only. The fact that he scattered handfuls of golden placers of his sonorous soul.
Plow the earth, write poetry
Yesenin's lifestyle and work were completely alien to the Soviet government. She was afraid of his colossal influence on the agitated society, on the youth. All her attempts to reason with and tame the poet were unsuccessful.
Then the persecution began in magazines and in public disputes, humiliation with the issuance of cut fees to him. The poet, who was aware of the uniqueness and power of his gift, could not bear this. His psyche was completely shattered, in Last year Yesenin had visual hallucinations.
What did he think shortly before his death, hiding in a Moscow clinic for the mentally ill from Themis blinded by the Bolsheviks?
He was surrounded by secret agents of the Cheka, he was often provoked into scandals and dragged to the police
Even there he was besieged by countless creditors. And what lies ahead - poverty, because Yesenin sent money to the village, kept his sisters, but where to lay his head? Not on prison bunks! Return to the village? Did Mayakovsky write: “He will plow the land, write poetry”?
No, Yesenin was poisoned by both fame and metropolitan life and the poverty and greed of the peasants drove him to despair. Although in Moscow he was gnawed by a terrible loneliness, aggravated by the close and idle attention of the public, greedy for sensations. From this loneliness such painful forebodings were born:
I'm scared - because the soul passes,
Like youth and like love.
He has already said goodbye to love and youth, is it really yet to part - forever - with his soul? Perhaps one of the main tragedies of Yesenin's life is the loss of faith. He had no external support, and, what, he was losing confidence in own forces, being both mentally and physically ill by the age of 30.
Galina Benislavskaya - death
Nevertheless, there was support from the outside, but in December 1925 it also broke down. For five years, Galina Benislavskaya followed Esenin relentlessly. His executor, keeper of the poet's manuscripts and cherished thoughts, she forgave him all his betrayals. And she always let the homeless poet to her place, moreover, she looked for him all over Moscow when he disappeared from time to time. She pulled him out of the maelstrom of tavern life, for which Yesenin's "friends" almost killed her once.
But the Benislavskaya marriage could not forgive him - already the fourth! - to Sophia, the granddaughter of Leo Tolstoy (this marriage also ended in failure). Therefore, Galina did not want to come to the sick poet in the clinic for a very important conversation. Perhaps she would have been able to save her beloved Seryozha from a terrible act. cold winter 1925.
He has already said goodbye to love and youth, is it really that he still has to part with his soul?
After the death of Yesenin, a wave of suicides swept across Russia. But Galya wanted to live - in order to write the truth about her relationship with the great poet, in order to collect and prepare for publication all the vast creative legacy Yesenin. A year later, this work was completed.
Then Benislavskaya came to Vagankovo, smoked a pack of cigarettes, wrote a farewell note on it and. She had to play Russian roulette to the “victory end”, since there was a single bullet in the drum of her revolver. Next to Yesenin's mound, there are now two graves of the people closest to him: his mother and Galina.
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