Poem " Son of a bitch"Written by Yesenin in 1924 and refers to a few last verses poet, where there are positive notes. Yes, and here it was not without Yesenin's sadness, but there is no confession, complaints and repentance here - this is more a poem-remembrance.

Notes of sadness slip through the lines:

Today my youth has faded away.

This tone is characteristic of Yesenin in recent years, but here he does not dominate. Sergey recalls a girl to whom he sent letters by “dog mail”, but she did not read. It was a long time ago, behind the lilac fog of youth, now Sergey is returning to his native Konstantinovo again, he is recognized and looks at life through the glass of nostalgia.

That dog is no longer there, his faithful postman is gone, but there is a “son of a bitch” puppy of a friend of his childhood and the time of his first (first?) love and love. Seeing a puppy, Yesenin with new force plunges into a wave of memories, but they do not hurt him. Moreover, Sergey thanks the dog for awakening in his heart not only sadness, but also joyful May:

If you want, dog, I'll kiss you

For awakened in the heart of May?

As for the girl to whom the letters were written, they remembered and will. Once liked in white, but time has sailed like a ship and now he loves in a blue dress.

The poem is valuable because it goes beyond the later works of the poet. There is no such amount of pain in it, but there is only a slight sadness and nostalgia. I will note the lines of the final:

But now I love in blue.

In recent years, Yesenin rarely writes about today's love, more often recalling the amorous deeds of bygone days.

Again floated years out of the darkness
And they make noise like a chamomile meadow.
I remember a dog today
What was my youth friend.

Today my youth has faded away,
Like maple rotted under the windows,
But I remembered a girl in white,
For which there was a postman dog.

Not everyone has a loved one
But she was like a song to me,
Because my notes
Didn't take the dog out of the collar.

She never read them
And my handwriting was unfamiliar to her,
But I dreamed about something for a long time
At the viburnum behind the yellow pond.

I suffered... I wanted an answer...
I didn’t wait ... left ... And now
Through the years ... a famous poet
Here again, at the birth gates.

That dog died a long time ago
But in the same suit, with a tint of blue,
With a lively barking stunned
I was shot by her young son.

Mother honest! And how similar!
The pain of the soul came up again.
With this pain, I feel younger
And at least write notes again.

I'm glad to hear the song of the past,
But don't bark! Don't bark! Don't bark!
If you want, dog, I'll kiss you
For awakened in the heart of May?

Kiss, I will press my body to you
And, as a friend, I will bring you into the house ...
Yes, I liked the girl in white
But now I love in blue.

"Son of a bitch" Sergei Yesenin

Again floated years out of the darkness
And they make noise like a chamomile meadow.
I remember a dog today
What was my youth friend.

Today my youth has faded away,
Like maple rotted under the windows,
But I remembered a girl in white,
For which there was a postman dog.

Not everyone has a loved one
But she was like a song to me,
Because my notes
Didn't take the dog out of the collar.

She never read them
And my handwriting was unfamiliar to her,
But I dreamed about something for a long time
At the viburnum behind the yellow pond.

I suffered... I wanted an answer...
I didn’t wait ... left ... And now
Through the years ... a famous poet
Here again, at the birth gates.

That dog died a long time ago
But in the same suit, with a tint of blue,
With a lively barking stunned
I was shot by her young son.

Mother honest! And how similar!
The pain of the soul came up again.
With this pain, I feel younger
And at least write notes again.

I'm glad to hear the song of the past,
But don't bark! Don't bark! Don't bark!
If you want, dog, I'll kiss you
For awakened in the heart of May?

Kiss, I will press my body to you
And, as a friend, I will bring you into the house ...

But now I love in blue.

Analysis of Yesenin's poem "Son of a bitch"

The poem "Son of a bitch" was written by Yesenin in 1924. According to a number of researchers of the poet's work, the work is dedicated to Anna Sardanovskaya. It is believed that Sergei Alexandrovich was most passionate about this girl at the age of fifteen or sixteen. It may seem that she did not reciprocate her admirer. The Son of a Bitch says that notes sent by a young man in love were never read by a beautiful woman. In reality, Yesenin had a romantic relationship with her, which was recalled by the old-timers of Konstantinovo, the poet's native village. Young people even wanted to get married, but it did not work out.

Sergei Alexandrovich calls Anna "a girl in white." This image reappears a little later. In the poem "Anna Snegina" (1925), "a girl in a white cloak" appears. Apparently, directly related to Sardanovskaya is also early poem"Bird cherry sprinkles with snow ...". In it, the lyrical hero thinks only of the bride and only sings about her. It turns out that the white cape is associated with crumbling bird cherry petals, so similar to snow.

"Son of a bitch" is a longing for forever bygone youth, for the first innocent love. Yesenin managed to quite accurately convey the passage of time through the change of generations. In his youth, at the gate of his beloved girl lyrical hero met the dog. There were notes hidden in his collar. Years have passed. That dog died. Now her son is running around in the yard, surprisingly similar to his mother. Appearance animal awakens memories. Next to the dog, the hero feels especially keenly how he himself has changed. Unfortunately, the return to youth is possible only for a few moments. At the end, the poet states:
Yes, I liked the girl in white
But now I love in blue.

In 1918, Yesenin learned about the marriage of Sardanovskaya. At the same time, a year earlier, in the poem “Here it is, stupid happiness…” the poet recalled “a gentle girl in white” who “sings a gentle song”. In the spring of 1921, Sergei Alexandrovich was informed of Anna's death. The tragic news greatly upset Yesenin. According to memoirists, he looked "tired, yellowed, disheveled." Then Sergei Alexandrovich admitted that he had never loved anyone as much as Sardanovskaya. Shortly before his suicide, the poet planned to publish a cycle of seven works called "Poems about which." There is a version that this series is dedicated to Anna, who passed away early.

"YES, I LIKE THE GIRL IN WHITE..." ("BLACK MAN")

Dramatic ballet in 2 acts about the last years of the life of Sergei Yesenin
The premiere took place on October 6-7, 2007.

Choreographer-director: Valery Anuchin.

Composer: Ruben Zatikyan(Moscow city)

Songs Grigory Ponomarenko.

S. Yesenin's poems are performed People's Artist of Russia Yuri Vasiliev.

The main parts are performed by:

• Sergey Yesenin — Honored Artist of Kuban Melkon Khachikyan
• Black man - Karen Machkalyan
• Girl in white - Honored Artist of Kuban Alice Rybka
• Isadora Duncan — Ella Kislaya
• Lady in Red — Christina Dibrova

Costume designer: Natalia Borisenko.

Scenography: Zhanna Valyaeva.

Artistic director of the Kuban State Ballet Melkon Khachikyan.

General Director, Artistic Director of the Krasnodar Philharmonic Society, People's Artist of Russia, Professor Vera Ivanovna Ponomarenko.

A rather unexpected production - Yesenin in dance. Bright as the sun clear sky having received a huge talent from God, Sergei Yesenin was faithful and devoted to our Motherland until the last breath in his life.

The libretto is based on five episodes from recent years the life of the great poet, key figures whom - Isadora Duncan, and also symbolic images Black man, Girls in white and Gypsies.

Valery Anuchin combined the songs of Grigory Ponomarenko and the poems of Sergei Yesenin with dances. Composer Ruben Zatikyan wrote through musical themes, in the canvas of which both light and disturbing melodies are organically woven, uniting dance action and songs. At each tense point in the plot, the artists freeze and in complete silence Yesenin's poems sound in the hall - sonorous, pure, soulful.

Yesenin of that period was probably one of the few writers who spoke specifically about the country, about the pain of his people, about those difficult things that are happening around. What he saw, but could not correct, he reflected all this in his poems.

The audience will see the story of Yesenin's drama about his creative search, about Russia at the beginning of the 20th century, as well as its attitude to that period of time. Here is his love for Isadora Duncan, and endless revelry, and personal experiences, and interrogations in the NKVD. Everything was mixed up in the cycle of events - passion, hatred, loyalty and betrayal. The ring of the "black" world around the poet is shrinking more and more tightly.

For S. Yesenin, the “white” world is native expanses: fields, forests and a great sense of devotion to their land, and the “black” world is people mercilessly destroying everything bright, which the poet himself believed in. Valery Anuchin offered his version of death peasant poet- at the end of the performance, Sergei Yesenin was killed by "black" people. True, who exactly they are, the viewer will have to guess on their own!

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Well, look, aren't they good? Do you know how old these pants are? Probably 15 years old! I wore them to gym class in school.

Here, ponostalgirovali, is called. However, we were shown a rarity. We appreciated and admired. What is exclusive is not ugly, but quite touching and beautiful. But still, still... Hm-hm-hm...

You know, I wear women's leggings under my trousers... Doesn't this... bother you?

Oh god, god! Doesn't bother. It doesn't bother me. It's hard to embarrass me at all. What kind of woman lent you her leggings? What a thought will not give me peace now! It seems that in some novel by Maupassant, the heroine is horrified at the sight of her husband in underpants on their wedding night. After that, she is unhappy all her life ...

I purposefully go to the store in order to study the market for men's warm underwear. There is a choice. But I won’t say that, having discovered smart underpants of a well-known company under the trousers of my beloved man, I will scream and scream with delight. Most likely, they will evoke in me exactly the same touching feelings as exclusive panties.

In turn, men make rather stringent requirements for women's underwear:

It must be beautiful! It needs to be exciting! And this moment when a woman is left in her underwear ... Oh, this moment! .. These are such sweet seconds!

Do you know what exactly men mean by the words "beautiful underwear"? Yes, anything!

It should be tight and pleasant to the touch ...
- Definitely lace! Lace is beautiful...
- top I don't recognize it at all and don't pay attention to it...
- Stockings are great! And on the belt! .. Mmmm! ..
- Romantic - very good.
Nothing better than black lingerie!
- Brrr! Lace black! What vulgarity! Well, I don't like lace underwear!

In general, everyone has their own tastes, and what is a preference for one may come as a shock to another. However, something like life experience tells me: a man is ready to be happy with any lingerie. Rejoice and ... not notice him.

Here I have one sin. I have to work VERY hard to find the SAME panties and bra in my wardrobe in the morning. I'm all in favor of tops and bottoms matching in color, style, and texture, but I strongly oppose them being EXACTLY the same. I think that panties and bra should fit together like a skirt and blouse. Do you think anyone ever paid even the slightest attention to this? Although, of course, at a meeting with a new man it is good to demonstrate the solemnity of the moment by wearing everything the same. Eh, boredom! ..

- “It seems to me that different top and bottom is negligence. I will never allow myself to do this!” She says.
- "And I'm sure most men will say that a girl without any underwear is much better than in underwear," He says.

Well, yes, we are without underwear, and they are in underpants from Holeprof or Wolford ...

And still! Still, lingerie should be beautiful! It should excite, seduce, excite, attract attention... If this does not happen, then... It means that the man simply has not been with a woman for a long time.