Read by V. Lanovoy
("Go away, Rus', my dear")
Goy, Rus', my dear,
The huts are in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw away Rus', live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
Read by Vasily Lanovoy
Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich (1895-1925)
Yesenin was born into a peasant family. From 1904 to 1912 he studied at the Konstantinovsky Zemstvo School and at the Spas-Klepikovsky School. During this time, he wrote more than 30 poems and compiled a handwritten collection “Sick Thoughts” (1912), which he tried to publish in Ryazan. Russian village, nature middle zone Russia, oral folk art, and most importantly - Russian classical literature had a strong influence on the formation of the young poet and guided his natural talent. Yesenin himself different times called different sources, which fed his creativity: songs, ditties, fairy tales, spiritual poems, “The Lay of Igor’s Campaign”, poetry of Lermontov, Koltsov, Nikitin and Nadson. Later he was influenced by Blok, Klyuev, Bely, Gogol, Pushkin.
From Yesenin's letters of 1911 - 1913 emerges difficult life poet. All this was reflected in the poetic world of his lyrics from 1910 to 1913, when he wrote more than 60 poems and poems. Here his love for all living things, for life, for his homeland is expressed (“The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake...”, “Flood with smoke...”, “Birch”, “Spring Evening”, “Night”, “Sunrise ”, “Winter is singing - it’s calling...”, “Stars”, “Dark night, I can’t sleep...”, etc.)
Yesenin's most significant works, which brought him fame as one of the best poets, were created in the 1920s.
Like everyone great poet Yesenin is not a thoughtless singer of his feelings and experiences, but a poet and philosopher. Like all poetry, his lyrics are philosophical. Philosophical lyrics- these are poems in which the poet talks about eternal problems human existence, conducts a poetic dialogue with man, nature, earth, and the Universe. An example of the complete interpenetration of nature and man is the poem “Green Hairstyle” (1918). One develops in two planes: the birch tree - the girl. The reader will never know who this poem is about - a birch tree or a girl. Because the person here is likened to a tree - the beauty of the Russian forest, and she is like a person. The birch tree in Russian poetry is a symbol of beauty, harmony, and youth; she is bright and chaste.
The poetry of nature and the mythology of the ancient Slavs permeate such poems of 1918 as “The Silver Road...”, “Songs, songs, what are you shouting about?”, “I left home...”, “The golden foliage began to spin...”, etc.
Yesenin's poetry of the last, most tragic years (1922 - 1925) is marked by a desire for a harmonious worldview. Most often, in the lyrics one can feel a deep understanding of oneself and the Universe (“I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry...”, “The golden grove dissuaded...”, “Now we are leaving little by little...”, etc.)
The poem of values in Yesenin’s poetry is one and indivisible; everything in it is interconnected, everything forms a single picture of the “beloved homeland” in all the variety of its shades. This is the highest ideal of the poet.
Having passed away at the age of 30, Yesenin left us a wonderful poetic legacy, and as long as the earth lives, Yesenin the poet is destined to live with us and “sing with all his being in the poet the sixth part of the earth with the short name “Rus”.
By the time he wrote the poem “Go away, my dear Rus'...” in 1914, Sergei Yesenin had already gained fame as a famous Moscow poet. He achieved poetic fame, among other things, thanks to poems on the theme of the Motherland, to which he dedicated most of his works.
The main theme of the poem
The image of Rus' for Yesenin is his village world, for which the Moscow mischievous reveler has already managed to yearn - the world of village life and rustic nature. The houses “smell of apple and honey”, “near the low outskirts the poplars are loudly withering.” This is the gray beauty of central Russia, but for every village corner and for every bump Yesenin finds a bright word. Critics note that in reality the phenomena described by the poet are much more boring and dull than the poetic descriptions he selected. Yesenin merges with nature, draws strength and inspiration from the village.
In the poem the poet refers to the past village life, trying to revive the life-giving sensations that he experienced while walking in Russian forests and meadows, while working and contemplating. Main topic poems - love for the Motherland, the desire to feed on this love, breathe it in, experiencing the past, and radiate it in return. In his poetic return to his homeland, Yesenin sees himself as a “passing pilgrim,” as if he were on his way to some shrine, rushing to bow to it and reverently touch it, dreaming of spiritual healing. Rustic Rus' is associated with a large temple, bright and clear.
The poem is imbued with a bright love for Rus', the emotions are bright and joyful. The colors are bright, shiny: gold (“huts are in the robes of the image”), blue (“blue sucks the eyes”), “green lech”.
The mood of the poem is festive: it is both the joy of a date and a holiday in the village - the Savior with girlish laughter and dancing in the meadows.
In the last stanza, Yesenin hints that he has already visited many countries of the world, but nowhere was he as happy as in Russia. And even if he is offered to exchange his homeland not for another country, but for paradise, he knows that he will not find happiness in paradise - he needs his poor and rich, drinking, cheerful and crying, sublime and primitive, pious and blasphemous Rus'.
Structural analysis of the poem
The beginning of the poem is indicative - it is stylized as an address in dialogues in ancient Russian epics (“You are a goy, good fellow). “Goiti” in Old Russian meant a wish for health and prosperity. Everywhere vernacular, dialectisms showing the author’s reverent attitude towards his homeland: “ringing”, “korogod”, “lekh”, “privol”.
Bright poetic device, which the poet uses, is the personification of Rus'. The poet addresses the Motherland as if he is talking to it. The dancing is personified - it thunders, and the laughter - it rings, and the poplars - they “wither ringingly.”
The comparisons are extensive and multifaceted: “the huts are in the robe of the image,” “like earrings, a girl’s laughter will ring out.”
The landscape is metaphorical: the sky, which drowns the eyes, golden huts, trees rustling so that it seems as if they are ringing, not a trodden path, but a “crumpled stitch.”
The rhyme is cross, even and odd lines rhyme with each other. The rhyme is used alternately: in even lines it is feminine, in odd lines it is masculine.
The meter used by the poet is trochaic pentameter, it gives the poem a decisive, bold rhythm, and the closer to the end, the more decisive the poet is - he realizes that the main thing for a person is love for native land, which he absorbed with his mother’s milk and which is life-saving for him at any turn in life.
“Go away, Rus', my dear...” Sergei Yesenin
Goy, Rus', my dear,
The huts are in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.If the holy army shouts:
“Throw away Rus', live in paradise!”
I will say: “There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
Analysis of Yesenin’s poem “Go you, my dear Rus'...”
The poet Sergei Yesenin had the opportunity to visit many countries of the world, but he invariably returned to Russia, believing that this was where his home was located. Author of many lyrical works, dedicated to his homeland, was not an idealist and perfectly saw all the shortcomings of the country in which he happened to be born. Nevertheless, he forgave Russia for the dirt and broken roads, the constant drunkenness of the peasants and the tyranny of the landowners, the absolute belief in a good tsar and the miserable existence of the people. Yesenin loved his homeland as it was, and, having the opportunity to stay abroad forever, still chose to return to die where he was born.
One of the works in which the author glorifies his land is the poem “Go you, my dear Rus'...”, written in 1914. By this time, Sergei Yesenin was already living in Moscow, having become quite famous poet. Nevertheless, major cities brought melancholy to him, which Yesenin unsuccessfully tried to drown in wine, and forced him to mentally turn to the recent past, when he was still an unknown peasant boy, free and truly happy.
In the poem “Go you, Rus', my dear...” the author again recalls his past life. More precisely, the sensations that he experienced while wandering through the endless Russian meadows and enjoying the beauty native land. In this work, Yesenin identifies himself with a “wandering pilgrim” who came to worship his land, and, having performed this simple ritual, will go to foreign lands. The poet’s homeland, with all its shortcomings, is associated with one huge temple, bright and pure, which is capable of healing the soul of any wanderer and returning him to his spiritual roots.
As a matter of fact, before the revolution, Russia was a single temple, which Yesenin emphasizes in his poem. The author emphasizes that in Rus' “the huts are in the vestments of the image.” And, at the same time, he cannot ignore the poverty and primitiveness of the Russian way of life, where “near the low outskirts the poplars wither loudly.”
Thanks to his skill and poetic talent in the poem “Go you, Rus', my dear...” Yesenin manages to recreate a very contrasting and contradictory image of his homeland. It organically intertwines beauty and wretchedness, purity and dirt, earthly and divine. However, the poet notes that he would not exchange for anything the aroma of apples and honey that accompanies the summer Savior, and the girlish laughter, the ringing of which the poet compares to earrings. Despite the many problems that Yesenin sees in the life of the peasants, their life seems to him more correct and reasonable than his own. If only because they honor the traditions of their ancestors and know how to enjoy little things, they appreciate what they have. The poet kindly envies the villagers, who have their main wealth - fertile land, rivers, forests and meadows, which never cease to amaze Yesenin with their pristine beauty. And that is why the author claims that if there is a paradise in the world, then it is located right here, in the rural Russian outback, which has not yet been spoiled by civilization, and has managed to maintain its attractiveness.
“There is no need for paradise, give me my homeland,” - with this simple and devoid of “high calm” line, the poet completes the poem “Go away, my dear Rus'...”, as if summing up some conclusion. In fact, the author only wants to emphasize that he is immensely happy to have the opportunity to live where he feels part of his people. And this awareness for Yesenin is much more important than all the treasures of the world, which can never replace a person’s love for his native land, absorbed with mother’s milk, and protecting him throughout his life.
“Beloved land!...”
Favorite region! I dream about my heartStacks of the sun in the waters of the bosom.
I would like to get lost
In your hundred-ringing greens.
Along the boundary, on the edge,
Mignonette and riza kashki.
And they call to the rosary
Willows are meek nuns.
The swamp smokes like a cloud,
Burnt in the heavenly rocker.
With a quiet secret for someone
I hid thoughts in my heart.
I meet everything, I accept everything,
Glad and happy to take out my soul.
I came to this earth
To leave her quickly.
"Go away, Rus'..."
Goy, Rus', my dear,Huts - in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw away Rus', live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
“Golden foliage began to swirl...”
Golden leaves swirledIn the pinkish water of the pond,
As if butterflies light flock
Freezingly, he flies towards the star.
I'm in love this evening,
The yellowing valley is close to my heart.
The wind boy up to his shoulders
The hem of the birch tree was stripped.
Both in the soul and in the valley there is coolness,
Blue twilight like a flock of sheep,
Behind the gate of the silent garden
The bell will ring and die.
I've never been thrifty before
So did not listen to rational flesh,
It would be nice, like willow branches,
To capsize into the pink waters.
It would be nice, smiling at the haystack,
The muzzle of the month chews hay...
Where are you, where, my quiet joy,
Loving everything, wanting nothing?
Goy, Rus', my dear,
Huts - in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw away Rus', live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland." Goi you, Russ, my dear,
Hut - in the vestments of the image ...
Do not see the end and edges -
Only blue eyes sucks.
How Zakhozhiy pilgrim,
I look at your fields.
And dwarf Outskirts
Call wither poplar.
Smells of apples and honey
The churches thy gentle Savior.
And buzzing for Korogod
In meadows cheerful dance.
Escape by crumpled stitch
On the green expanse lech,
To meet me, as earrings,
Bell girlish laughter.
If shout holy army:
& Throw you Russ, live in paradise! &
I will say: & Do not paradise
Give my home."