I got the dirty glory of Yesenin. Sergey Yesenin - I lost one fun: Versh. Analysis of Yesenin’s poem “I’ve lost one kind of fun...”

I lost one fun:
Fingers to mouth - and a cheerful whistle.
The filthy glory has rolled away,
What a bastard I am and a brawler.

Oh! what a ridiculous waste!
Life has a lot of funny expenses.
It’s unfortunate that I believe in God.
I’m sorry that now I don’t believe it.

Gold, far away!
Everything is consumed by the death of life.
I am obscene and scandalous
In order to burn brighter.

The gift of a poet is to sing and sing,
Fatal on nyumu druk.
Troyanda was white with a black toad
I want to be married on earth.

Let them fail, let them fail
These are the thoughts of the erysipelas days.
If only the devils were nesting in the soul.
This means that angels lived with her.

Ax for the joy of Kalamuti,
Diverging with her into another land,
I want at the end of the day
Ask those who will be with me,

So for everything, for my grave sins,
For faith and grace
They put me in a Russian shirt
Die under the icons.

Analysis of the poem “I lost one fun” by Yesenin

The remaining fates of Yesenin’s life were even more important. He sings in recognition of the difficulties in his particular life, the growing conflict with the Radian rule. The addiction to alcohol became stale, in which case people were indignant. Periods of enlightenment alternated with severe depression. It’s paradoxical, but at this hour he creates miracles. One of them is “I have lost one fun...” (1923).

Yesenin immediately declares his fame as a bawdy and brawler. His drunken-looking, violent behavior was visible throughout Moscow. “A cheerful whistle” is a typical behavior for a singer, which is something that a mature person has already experienced. Ale Yesenin is already absolutely sure. You cross that boundary beyond which you can still walk. Having recognized the faceless suffering and failure, he sings, having lost hope on the brightest day. Equating his filthy glory with this “ridiculous waste,” he confirms that he has wasted much more in life.

The only thing that Yesenina praises is the loss of faith in God. In this case, he feels the bitterness of becoming unbelieving. This super-sensible statement has deep philosophical meaning. The pure and bright soul sings, hidden from all the chaos and abomination of the world, could not date the birth date. Yesenin followed the principle: “To live with sheep, to live for centuries.” Ale, having sunk to the bottom, sings with understanding, that having spent much more attention, it helps in life.

Yesenin confirms that his shalen threads were straightened to those “to burn brighter.” The right one sings, but is visible to all the world. His creativity can set people’s hearts on fire. That’s the only way you can break through people’s confusion. In order to subtly sense the excess light, the soul of the singer may be emptied. Along with the devils there are always angels.

Yesenin uses very vivid images to describe his great call - the consummation of the “white trinity with the black toad.” It’s important that he couldn’t eat all the same images at once, or else kick someone.

In the video, he sings about a new re-evaluation of his works. Having become the author of a whole series of works, in which patriarchalism and religion are intertwined, he acts as a proponent of atheism and technological progress. In the rest of the series of the verse “I’ve lost one game,” it is clear that Yesenin lived deep in his soul, carefully protecting himself from someone else’s gift. The remaining fear of the “hooligan” is death “in a Russian shirt under icons.” Who sings to let go of all his sins in peace.

In 1923, Yesenin’s family was at a standstill, and, as it turned out later, it was fatal for the new disagreement. The old guy is no longer there, yesterday’s ideals are destroyed, and the look ahead is empty. A lot of friends have been lost, the conflict with the rule of the Radians is growing, and Sergius is increasingly writing utterances, trying to draw a line between the past stage of life.

Yesenin's Speech

This is the time to write “I have lost one fun” to replenish the golden fund of poetic creativity. The ultimate confession can flatten the eyes of those who are lost in Yesenin’s life and explain to them what became the reason for the not-so-sane actions of the poet and the people.

I am obscene and scandalous
In order to burn brighter.

Goriv is like Sergius to you, then why don’t you understand me?

Tired of being exhausted by the despair that they don’t understand (not the first Yesenin’s verse), Sergiy will think about God, which is rare for his creativity.

Food please

The first row is easy to explain - it is unfortunate that you previously did not believe in God, but traded faith for the power of the mountain. Another row shows that there is no faith in today, but it is too bitter. Perhaps, Yesenin, I would like to become closer to God, but “sins do not allow one into heaven,” perhaps it is simply disgraceful to go to the new one after past sins.

This means that angels lived with her.

Can be secured for autobiographical documents. Rarely do any poets have such an intertwining of angels and devils - tender lyrics and dashing sprees at the taverns, passionate cooking and crazy hooliganism. Yesenina has a mixture of black and white, light and dark, so that earthly people would not know what is true.

Repentance?

At the end of the day, Sergiy Yesenin is not good to study him, but to ask:

Die under the icons.

We don’t know what God said to the poet after his death, but the church allowed him to be seized in the first place, so that it cannot be done with suicide bombers (this is the official version of death). Possibly, this is the gesture with which the church accepted his repentance, the pranksters sing that he does not need forgiveness - he opened his eyes to the Russian soul and this year only a few splashes.

I lost one fun:
Fingers in mouth - and a cheerful whistle.
The filthy glory has rolled away,
What a bastard I am and a brawler.

Oh! what a ridiculous waste!

Life has a lot of funny expenses.
It’s unfortunate that I believe in God.
I’m sorry that now I don’t believe it.

Gold, far away!
Everything is consumed by the death of life.
I am obscene and scandalous
In order to burn brighter.

The gift of a poet is to sing and sing,
Fatal on nyumu druk.
Troyanda was white with a black toad
I want to be married on earth.

Let them fail, let them fail
These are the thoughts of the erysipelas days.
If the devils nested in the soul -
This means that angels lived with her.

Ax for the joy of Kalamuti,
Diverging with her into another land,
I want at the end of the day
Ask those who will be with me,

So for everything, for my grave sins,
For faith and grace
They put me in a Russian shirt
Die under the icons.

Versh “I’ve lost one game” from the victor S. Bezrukov from the film “Sergiy Yesenin”.

Here we go from the village cherub boy to the most famous beshketnik and swearer in Russia. On the ledges of the black-eyed shepherd, reading about the simple joys of rural life, the girls squealed in chorus: “Darling Yesenin!” Mayakovsky called the early Yesenin a “decorative man”, sweet and invincible, and his top - “an olive oil of a lamp.” The singer was occupied for a short time with the “bast shoes and the combing-powders.” That same angelic thing was lost in no small amount: having written obscene verses on the wall of the Holy Monastery and, having split an icon, could drown a samovar with it, easily light a lamp with it.

His behavior was invariably known as boastful, shocking, shocking. Yogo verses are a special side of Russian poetry. It is impossible to push Yesenin into the narrow framework of literary trends of the beginning of the twentieth century, he himself is rebellious, biased, with a majestic Russian soul. Chantly, the poetry of Sergiy Yesenin does not deprive anyone of anything: they adore, or are encouraged to accept and understand.

Sergiy Yesenin with sisters Katya and Shura

Osvita Yesenina

Vidomy sings as a teacher: Sergiy Yesenin graduated from the Kostyantinsky Zemstvo School in 1909, then entered the church-teacher school, and then, after repeating his career, graduated from it - a profession I didn’t appreciate the yoga teacher much. Already in Moscow, from the spring of 1913, Yesenin began to establish the People's University named after Shanyavsky. The years of university gave Yesenin that foundation of enlightenment that he had never had before. For a year he sings, having engaged in self-illumination, having read widely and become aware of his erudition.

Sergiy Yesenin and Ganna Izryadnova among the workers of the I.D.Sitin Partnership

Persha Moscow muse

When Yesenin arrived in Moscow, he was over seventeen years old. There is only one meta: become the most famous singer in Russia. Through the river, without memory, I ran into Ganna Izryadnova, who was also working as a proofreader for a friend.

The civil love from Anna was met with poet's mercy from the first days. At this moment, I was more concerned about the career. Having deprived him of his family, he went happily to Petrograd. In his opinion, Izryadnova writes: “I beat him to death not long ago. Priyshov, it seems, say goodbye. In response to my food, I think, “I’m grinning, I’m walking, I feel bad for myself, I’m singing, I’m going to die.” Asking you not to play around, take care of your son.”

The fate of Yuri, the son of Sergius and Ganni, was tragic: on September 13, 1937, he was shot for being part of the preparations for the attack on Stalin.

Yesenin with friends of his youth

Yesenin and papir

In 1918, the exhibition “The Labor Art of Word Artists” was organized in Moscow. It was organized by Sergey Klichkov, Sergey Yesenin, Andriy Bily, Petro Oreshin and Lev Povitsky. I wanted to see my books, but the paper in Moscow would be in the best possible form. Yesenin still voiced his voice to the papir.

He put on a state uniform, combed his hair in a peasant style and walked up to the fourth member of the Presidium of the Moscow Radya. Yesenin stood in front of him without a hat, began to bow and, diligently, asked, “For the sake of Christ, earn God’s mercy and allow paperwork for village poets.”

For such an important note, the papier, of course, was known, and the first to be seen was the book by Yesenin’s poems “Radunitsa”. The "Artel", however, suddenly collapsed, but was forced to publish a bunch of books.

Yesenin reads poems to his mother

“Buti sings - this means the same,
You can’t destroy the truth of life,
Scar yourself with your soft skin,
It feels like the blood of other people’s souls.”

Reading Vershivs

For example, in 1918, Yesenin lived for many years near Tula, fighting against the Moscow famine. In the evening, when he was still alive, the public gathered, and Yesenin read his poems, as if he had remembered them - all of them. Yesenin’s recitation was accompanied by very expressive gestures, which gave his vertices additional expressiveness and strength.

Sometimes Yesenin was named after Blok and Bily. The verses of Blok were read seriously and with respect, and the verses of White were read out of curiosity, parodying him.

Zinaida Reich

"Remember,
You all, of course, remember,
How am I standing?
Approaching the wall,
You walked around the room like crazy
I want to cut it
They threw me into disrepute.
They said:
It's time for us to separate,
What tormented you
My crazy life,
What time do you need to get to the right,
And my share is
Roll away, down.
Kohana!
They didn't like me.
You didn’t know what was in the human host
I was, as it were, driven away from the mile,
Spurred by a sweet driver."

Beautiful Zinaida

One of the most beautiful wives in Yesenin’s life was Zinaida Reich, an actress at home. There was a table of garna, who sings simply could not help but develop her proposition. They became friends in 1917, Zinaida gave birth to two children - Tetyana and Kostyantina, and Yesenin, without ever betraying their fidelity. Reich endured it for three hours, then the stench disappeared. The most popular poem about her is “Leaf to the Woman.”

Sergey Yesenin and imaginist Anatoly Mariengof

Yesenin's fears

Sergiy Yesenin suffered from syphilophobia - the fear of contracting syphilis. A friend of the singer, Anatoly Mariengof, confessed: “We used to jump up on someone’s nose and get sick of the bread crunch, and then we’d walk from mirror to mirror and frown. It’s as if you’ve broken your way to the library and read the signs of a terrible illness. After that it became even worse, sweeter: the crown of Venus!”

The policemen cried out to Yesenina with no less fear. As if, passing by Wolf Erlich, the Summer Garden sings, noting the war order. “Vin raptom grabs me by the shoulders so that he himself becomes exposed before the sun sets, and I wait for him, out of unconscious fear in my eyes. He breathes gravely and wheezes: “Listen, huh!” Only no one wants a word! I'll tell you the truth! I'm afraid of the police. Are you crazy? I’m afraid!..”, Erlikh thought.

Isadora Duncan and Yesenin

“Drink, drink. On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance around you.
Whose child would choke,
My remaining, only friend.
Don't be surprised at her wrists
From the shoulders there is a seam that flows.
I was looking for this woman’s happiness,
And inadvertently the death of the nobles.
I don’t know that kohannya is an infection,
I don't know that the plague is a plague.
She came up and closed her eyes
I brought the hooligan out of his mind.”

Isadora

At the beginning of the 20s, Yesenin lived an empty life: drinking beer, rowing at the tires, easily getting to the point of falling ligaments, and not listening to her - to the famous American dancer Isadora Duncan. Duncan was 18 years older than the singer, did not know the Russian language, and Yesenin did not speak English. They became friends within a short time of meeting each other. When they were asked how to steal a nickname, they were insulted to bear the second nickname of Duncan-Yesenin. This is what was written down on the lover’s certificate in their passports. “Now I’m Duncan,” Yesenin shouted when the stinks entered the street.

This side of Sergiy Yesenin’s life is the most chaotic, with endless quarrels and scandals. They diverged and came together again many times, but as a result they were unable to resolve the “mutual understanding.” This very passion is dedicated to the verse “Whip, harmonica!” Nudga... Nudga...”

Isadora tragically died two years after Yesenin’s death, strangling herself with a damp scarf.

Yesenin and Mayakovsky

“Ah, visip, ah, heat,
Mayakovsky is a mediocrity.
The pajama is eaten by farboy,
Having robbed Whitman."

Eternal enemies

The myth about the mutual hatred of Sergei Yesenin and Volodymyr Mayakovsky is one of the most famous in the history of literary trends of the twentieth century. The singers of truth were irreconcilable ideological opponents and in public speeches they were ready to endlessly shower each other with brood. However, this does not mean that one of them underestimated the strength of the other’s talent. Contemporaries confirm that Yesenin understands the significance of Mayakovsky’s creativity and sees him among all the futurists: “Whatever you say, you won’t dislike Mayakovsky. Lie in the literature of the deck, and plenty of people will talk about it.” He sings more than once, having read lessons from Mayakovsky’s poems, and he also liked the poems about the war “Mother and the evening killed by the Germans” and “The war is devastated.”

In his own way, Mayakovsky also had high thoughts about Yesenin, although he did so with great earnestness. The prominent memoirist M. Roizman remembers that once, having arrived at a reception before the editor of Novy Svet, “sitting at the front desk and feeling like at the secretariat, Mayakovsky was loudly praising Yesenin’s accomplishments, and finally said: “Wonder, Senina doesn’t say a word about those “What am I saying?” The assessment that Mayakovsky gave to Yesenin was unequivocal: “Damn talented!”

Yesenin on the beach near Venice


Yesenin even accurately noted to himself: “The filthy glory has flown away, so I am a filthy brawler.” This affirmation proved to be effective, and the drunken child sings, loving to delight the public with the works of a great sweet place. According to eyewitnesses, Yesenin almost never wrote down the swear words, the stench was chewed spontaneously and immediately forgotten.

Yesenin had plenty of similar achievements. For example, his authorship is credited with the verse “Don’t grieve, dear, and don’t groan,” in which he sings calling on his enemies to sing to all his addresses, ahead of his fear of sending Yesenin himself wherever they have gone.

Sergiy Yesenin and Sofia Tovsta

“Apparently, this is how it has always been -
Having become enraged for up to thirty years,
Everything is getting stronger, the burnt pots are gone,
We lose connections from our lives.

Mila, I will soon be thirty,
And the earth is dear to me every day.
So my heart began to dream,
Why am I burning with the fire of horns?

If it burns, then burns hotly,
And not without reason in linden blossom
I snatched my daddy's ring -
A sign that will burn at once.

The gypsy woman wrapped that ring around me.
Having taken hands, I gave it to you,
And now, if the barrel organ succeeds,
I can’t help but think, I can’t help but be afraid.”

Ostannya squad

At the beginning of 1925, Sergiy Yesenin met Leo Tolstoy's granddaughter Sophia. She was 5 years younger than Yesenin, and the blood of the world’s greatest writer flowed through her veins. Sofia Andrievna was in charge of the library of the Spolka of Letters. Sings until three o'clock in the colonies, afraid of her aristocracy. Once they became friends, Sofia became a companion: she took care of his health, prepared his worms for collecting works. I was absolutely happy. And Yesenin, having met his friend, told the food: “How is life?” - “I am preparing a collection of works in three volumes and live with an unloved woman.” The unloved Sophia became the widow of a scandalous poet.

“To the day, my friend, to the day.
My dear, you are in my breasts.
Due to separation
The sustrich is kissed in front.
Until the day, my friend, without a hand, without a word,
Don’t worry and don’t confuse your brows,
Whose life and death is no new thing,
Let’s live, of course, not new.”

Death of a Poet

On June 28, 1925, Yesenin was found dead at the Leningrad Angleterre Hotel. The rest of his top line is “Before the day, my friend, before the day...”, according to the testimony of Wolf Ehrlich, who told him in advance: Yesenin said that there was no ink in the room, and he was hesitant to write his blood. Yu.

The mystery of the death of the poet remains unsolved until now. The official covert version is self-destruction, and there is an assumption that in fact there will be murders from political martyrdom, and suicide will become less than staged.

“You need to live a simpler life”

And yet Yesenin is not a tragic singer. Yogo Vershi is the hymn of life in all its manifestations. The hymn of a life that is never touched, important, constantly disenchanted, but, as before, beautiful. This is the anthem of the hooligan and brawler, the eternal lad and the great sage.

“I have lost one kind of fun...” Sergei Yesenin

I lost one fun:
Fingers to mouth - and a cheerful whistle.
The filthy glory has rolled away,
What a bastard I am and a brawler.

Oh! what a ridiculous waste!
Life has a lot of funny expenses.
It’s unfortunate that I believe in God.
I’m sorry that now I don’t believe it.

Gold, far away!
Everything is consumed by the death of life.
I am obscene and scandalous
In order to burn brighter.

The gift of a poet is to sing and sing,
Fatal on nyumu druk.
Troyanda was white with a black toad
I want to be married on earth.

Let them fail, let them fail
These are the thoughts of the erysipelas days.
If only the devils were nesting in the soul.
This means that angels lived with her.

Ax for the joy of Kalamuti,
Diverging with her into another land,
I want at the end of the day
Ask those who will be with me,

So for everything, for my grave sins,
For faith and grace
They put me in a Russian shirt
Die under the icons.

Analysis of Yesenin’s poem “I’ve lost one kind of fun...”

Life in Moscow was radically changed by Sergiy Yesenin, who arrived in the capital as a simple rural lad. After a number of fates, you have experienced the taste of freedom and first literary successes, acquired a fashionable outfit and turned into a dandy. However, the return of the medal is a strong one in the village of Kostyantinovym, as the young man sings, trying to drown himself out for more alcohol. Drinking drinks, breaking dishes in restaurants, public images of friends and completely unknown people - all this became another nature of Yesenin. Having tested, he realized that he was right, but he could no longer do anything and did not want to change anything in his life. In one of these moments of enlightenment, when he sings while undergoing a course of recuperation from alcohol addiction, his famous verse “I have lost one fun ...” was born, which today is widely known as a song that is included in the repertoire of them Vikonavians.

This poem was written in 1923, several years before the tragic death of the poet. And between the rows you can read not only the words Rozpachu mixed with kayattyu, but also remember that Yesenin, at that time, had already accepted his mission on this earth. I truly said goodbye to everything that is dear to me, and prepared myself to death, realizing that life, which is formed from the drunken beshkets, is not justified by anything. He sings not to begrudge the fact that he is a “bawdy and brawler”, moreover, I have no idea what is behind his drive. Richly more than Yesenin, the nourishment of the powerful soul is turbulent I want to know that I don’t have faith in God. Tim is no less, for a person who is ready to cross the remaining boundaries, it is important to cleanse the soul of everything that has accumulated in it. Therefore, this Versh Yesenin has a lot of respect for his pre-death confession, as he explains it with candid revelations. Only he sings not before the Almighty, but before superior people, submitting himself to the judgment of the readers and not at all expecting mercy. Explaining his behavior, the author means: “I became depressed and scandalous in order to burn brighter.” At whom Shkoduya sings that he never got to “bring a white trinity with a black toad... on earth.” The realization that it was impossible to change this world for a better one for the same poetry made Yesenin angry. Tired of fighting for your ideals, you simply want to deprive yourself of everything, asking your loved ones for one thing - the request “to die in the Russian shirt under the icons.”