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When a person is born, everything around him is filled with love, he does not know the feeling of hatred and resentment. Love is the first and fundamental emotion and feeling. But as they grow older, unfortunately, not very pleasant things begin to surround a person, and the attitude to life changes.

But still, in spite of everything, love remains in people's lives, reminding of itself with the first kiss, sea breeze, moonlit nights and gentle May, when all nature rejoices and loves life. Relations between a man and a woman are only good, long and fruitful when they are based not so much on mutual respect as on love.

Therefore, about what is called love, they always thought, argued, asked each other and never found an exact answer. I really wanted to understand: why is it unbearable for a person to live without love and why is it so difficult to love? Writers and poets devoted not only books and volumes to the theme of love, but also their lives. And each of them saw love differently, filled it in different ways.

How did the hooligan and village poet Sergei Yesenin consider this feeling in his poems?

I would like to pay special attention to the cycle of poems "The Love of a Hooligan". An essential feature of this cycle is that it is built as a novel about a hero in love. It tells the story of love, from the beginning of a feeling to its end, from “the first time I sang about love” to “did I stop loving you yesterday?”

In "The Love of a Hooligan" the image of love is bright, and therefore the lyrical hero declares: "For the first time I refuse to scandal"; “I didn’t like drinking and dancing, and losing my life without looking back”; "I say goodbye to hooliganism." This love is so pure that the beloved is associated with the iconic face: “Your iconic and strict face hangs in chapels in ryazan”.

But in fairness, it must be said that this cycle belongs to the late period of Yesenin's poetry (if I may say so, he died at the age of 27!). Before that, there was a collection of "Poems of a brawler", where love was equal to "bed": "Our life is a sheet and a bed, our life is a kiss and into the pool." And “The Love of a Hooligan” is the most subtle psychological lyrics, in which the autumn moods of the poet are consonant with peace of mind. And in these poems, and in subsequent creations on this topic, we do not observe love pessimism, love drama, characteristic of the image of love in the lyrics of M. Lermontov, A. Akhmatova, A. Blok, V. Mayakovsky.

Painted in pure and gentle tones love lyrics S. Yesenin. The feeling of love is perceived by the poet as a rebirth, as the awakening of all the most beautiful in a person. Through the smallest details, he draws a complex range of feelings. Only two lines and everything becomes clear:

Anyway - your eyes are like the sea,

Blue swaying fire

Here it is, the uniqueness of feeling, the true poetry of experiences, the great beauty of love.

The next cycle of poems about love is "Persian Motifs", in which Yesenin reveals the secret art of love, he writes poems about the ability to love, about guessing desires. The poet mentions Saadi, who created the image of a Turkish woman who overshadowed the beauty of everyone and everything. He gives the beautiful image many names: “the breath of early spring”, “musk and amber”, her look is drunker than crimson wine, and “the light that illuminates the whole world dims before her.”

In 1925, the Don Juan theme was revealed in Yesenin's love lyrics. Poems such as “You don’t love me, don’t feel sorry for me…”, “Don’t look at me reproachfully…”, “What a night! I can't…” are devoted to “a hot-tempered connection”, mistaken for love, to frivolous women. This love is without suffering, it is a pleasure, this feeling does not require sacrifice from the poet. This love is pacifying, it corresponds to the mood of the poet for peace of mind:

I began to resemble Don Juan,

Like a real windy poet ...

Thus, Yesenin's attitude to love was not constant, it changed with the poet with age. At first it is joy, delight, he sees only pleasure in love. Then love becomes more passionate, bringing both burning joy and burning suffering. Later, in Yesenin's work, a philosophical understanding of life through love is observed. In his later lyrics, the concept of fertile love is formed, not burdensome, giving joy and quiet sadness.

Other writings on this work

"Yesenin's poetry warms us ..." (based on the poetic work of S. Yesenin)

The theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics occupies a special place. True connoisseurs of Russian literature cannot remain indifferent to these heartfelt lines filled with a lively bright feeling. You read them and, it seems, you touch eternity, because they awaken the most secret feelings in the soul. The addressees of Yesenin's love lyrics are women whom he admired and idolized. It should be noted with what sincere tenderness he addresses them, how charming epithets he selects. Yesenin's poems about love are incredibly melodic and beautiful. They want to read aloud, thinking about every word.

No one can remain indifferent to these amazing lines. In this article we will consider the theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics. How is it different? What can be found in it truly amazing to an ordinary person?

Features of Yesenin's love lyrics

When you get acquainted with these bewitching verses, it seems that they touch every string of your soul. There is a complete immersion in the process of contemplation of these penetrating lines. You read them and are filled with some kind of majestic beauty that brings joy and moral satisfaction. The features of Yesenin's love lyrics are that it fits very easily to music.

That is why so many beautiful and soulful songs appeared on the verses of this wonderful poet. Literary critics rightly call Sergei Yesenin a "poetic singer" who knew how to say a lot, expressing his feelings in rhyme.

"A blue fire swept"

One of the most beautiful lyric works. The poem is imbued with tender feelings and reflects the reassessment of values ​​that occurs in the soul of the lyrical hero. It seems that he is ready to completely submit to fate, to abandon bad habits and even "stop arguing." The heart of the lyrical hero is filled with bright emotions, he feels in himself the opportunity to change a lot in life, to correct the mistakes of the past.

Sergei Yesenin uses very beautiful means artistic expressiveness to express one’s state: “blue fire”, “golden-brown whirlpool”, “hair color in autumn”. Everything shows that the experience of feeling awakens feelings in his soul, leading to change. The poem leaves a pleasant feeling of tender sadness for unfulfilled dreams and helps to remember the real goals.

"You don't love me, don't pity me"

The poem is quite famous and beautiful. These lines captivate the imagination, make the soul shrink with delight. The lyrical hero is in a state of confusion. The key here is the line "Who loved, he cannot love." The heart of the lyrical hero is not yet ready to experience a new love. There are too many scars in the soul that do not make it possible to feel truly happy. It may seem that he is too closed and fears the onset of additional experiences. Moral torment brings a lot of mental pain, from which it is sometimes impossible to find deliverance. The lyrical hero is somewhat disappointed in life.

He simultaneously wants to change something, and is afraid to accept significant events in his fate, which is why the words appear in the poem: "Whoever loved, he cannot love." After all, there is always the possibility that you will be deceived and abandoned. It is these feelings that the lyrical hero experiences, fearing the onset of a new disappointment.

"Hands of a sweetheart - a pair of swans"

The poem is incredibly tender, quivering and full of warmth. The lyrical hero of Sergei Yesenin admires female beauty, is captivated by her. He wants to find his true happiness, but conflict is inevitable: there are too many regrets in his soul that prevent him from feeling happy. There is a great focus on experiencing the subjective feeling.

“I don’t know how to live my life” is an expression of confusion, anxiety and invisible loneliness. The lyrical hero is disturbed by the idea that most of his life has been lived in vain. It is difficult for him to decide on the choice of direction in which he needs to follow. The feeling of love beckons him to conquer unknown heights, but he is afraid of being disappointed, afraid of being deceived. The lyrical hero often refers to his previous experience in order to compare some things, to understand how to proceed.

“Sing, sing. On the damn guitar...

The poem is incredibly sensual and is dedicated to living a passionate feeling. The lyrical hero feels like an unarmed knight who embarked on an exciting adventure. He is beckoned by beautiful impulses and at the same time alarmed. This is one of the most penetrating works of Sergei Yesenin.

“I didn’t know that love is an infection” - this line shows how we are sometimes not ready to live the feeling of love. It frightens many, because they have to face something hitherto unknown, go to unknown distances. The lyrical hero understands love as "death", which inevitably comes when it comes to beautiful woman. He is already internally ready for disappointment.

"Stupid heart, don't beat"

The poem reflects the state of the lyrical hero experiencing an existential crisis. The lyrical hero does not believe in love, calls it a deception, because the feeling itself always makes him suffer. He has already gone through numerous trials as a result of past relationships and does not want to repeat the mistakes once made. The work is shrouded in a note of sadness, but hopelessness is not felt in it. The theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics is central.

"I remember, my love, I remember"

The poem is imbued with a note of nostalgia. The lyrical hero yearns for the time when he was different: without thinking about anything, he started a relationship, while not imposing certain obligations on himself. He yearns for the past and seems to momentarily want to return to it. However, some circumstances of life do not allow to return there.

The hero regrets some mistakes of the past, but at the same time understands that there is no more time left to try to correct them. Yesenin's poems about love are imbued with unprecedented tenderness, inspiration and light sadness. Strong feelings cover the soul of the reader and do not let go for a long time. I want to re-read these lyrical works again in order to feel all their charm and grandeur.

Instead of a conclusion

Thus, the theme of love in Yesenin's lyrics is a special direction in the poet's work. Here feelings and their development are of great importance. The lyrical hero is revealed from an unexpected and beautiful side. He has a lot to learn about himself, to learn to accept his own emotional state.

Lesson #38

Topic: love theme in the lyrics of S. A. Yesenin

Date:

Target:

Tutorial: analyze the love lyrics of S. Yesenin,show the dynamics of the development of love lyrics, the dynamics of the development of feelings and experiences of the lyrical hero; explore color images in Yesenin's lyrics at different stages of creativity;

Developing: improve skills expressive reading;

Educational: to cultivate interest in the works of Russian literature, respect for the culture of the people.

Lesson type: search and research

Forms of student work: work of study groups

Equipment: projector, computer, presentation

During the classes

1. Introduction to the topic of the lesson (2 min)

On the board - the epigraph: "Everything in this world is from people

The song of love is sung and repeated

S. Yesenin

The teacher reads the poem:

In this name the word "Esen",
Autumn, ash, autumn color.
There is something in it from Russian songs -
Heaven, quiet mountains,
Blue birch and blue dawn.
There is something from spring sadness,
Youth and purity...
They will only say - "Sergey Yesenin"
The whole of Russia is getting features ...

Dear guys, today we continue our acquaintance with the lyrics of Sergei Yesenin. The work of each poet is multifaceted, and its subject matter is diverse. In the last lesson, we talked about how the theme of the Motherland was reflected in Yesenin's poems. Our topic today is the love lyrics of S. Yesenin. Write down the topic of the lesson in your notebook.

Let's think and decide what goals we set for ourselves in this lesson?

2. Creating conditions for the conscious perception of new material (3 min)

2.1. Motivation learning activities

The students take turns reading the love statements of the great poets.

Teacher: So what do these great lines have in common?

(Student answers)

Of course, the theme of love in all ages, at all times, interested people, did not leave almost anyone indifferent. And how else, without love, there would be no life.

2.2. Working on a problematic issue

Teacher: Now that we have analyzed the statements of poets and writers about love, let's try to answer: is love a reward or a punishment?

(Student answers)

I propose in the course of the lesson to decide what it was for Sergei Yesenin.

“I never lie with my heart,” Yesenin said about himself. And indeed, his works are extremely piercingly sincere. The Russian soul itself rings, rejoices, yearns, rushes about, “goes through pains”. The subject of our conversation will be Yesenin's poems about love.

3. Entry into the text (2 min)

Teacher: Guys, in the past lessons, we formed three expert groups, each of which had to explore its own stage in the development of Sergei Yesenin's love lyrics. The researchers divided Yesenin's work according to the seasons. So what are the four periods we can distinguish? Write in your notebook:

1.1914-1917 - Spring

2.1917-1919 - summer

3.1919 - mid-1925 - autumn

4. second half of 1925 - winter.

4. Work of the research groups (25 min)

Teacher: Love motives arose in the poet's student debuts, in the second year of his stay at the church teacher's school in Spas-Klepiki. And Yesenin was inspired by Anna Sardanovskaya, the sister of his friend. So, the floor is given to the first expert group that analyzed Yesenin's work of 1914-1917.

Report of the 1st expert group:

Student 1: Yesenin became friends with Anna Sardanovskaya even before leaving for Spas-Klepiki. Coming to his native village in the summer, he often met with her. Konstantinovsky old-timers recall how “one summer evening, Anna and Sergey, flushed, holding each other’s hands, ran to the priest’s house and asked the nun who was there to separate them, saying: “We love each other and in the future we give our word to marry. Separate us. Let the one who first cheats and marries or gets married, the second one will be beaten with brushwood. Anna was the first to break the “agreement”. Arriving from Moscow, Yesenin wrote a letter, asking the same nun to give it to Anna, who, after marriage, lived in a neighboring village. She, handing over the letter, asked: “What is Seryozha writing?” Anna said with sadness in her voice: “He, mother, asks you to take a bunch of brushwood and beat me as much as you have enough strength.”

Student 2: Over the mountains, over the yellow valleys...

Beyond the mountains, beyond the yellow valleys

The path of the villages stretched.

I see the forest and the evening fire,

And wattle entwined with nettles.

There in the morning over the church domes

Blue sky sand

And ringing roadside herbs

Water breeze from the lakes.

Not for the songs of spring over the plain

The road to me is green expanse -

I fell in love with a longing crane

On the high mountain monastery.

Every evening, as the blue becomes cloudy,

As the dawn hangs on the bridge,

You go, my poor wanderer,

Bow down to love and the cross.

Gentle is the spirit of the monastic dweller,

You eagerly listen to the litany,

Pray before the face of the Savior

For my lost soul.

Student 3: Anna Sardanovskaya briefly took a place in the heart of the poet, but the memory of this hobby remained for years. Already a mature poet, 4 years after parting, Yesenin dedicated these poems to her. In 1916 they were printed. Characteristic this poem, as well as other poems about love of these years, is the complete absence of realities associated with past meetings and experienced feelings. The heroine of the poem is a poor wanderer, whom the lyrical hero calls to pray for his lost soul. These poems are imbued with light sadness about the unfulfilled. Here is a premonition of the tragic fate of the poet: Pray before the face of the savior For my lost soul.

Student 1: In 1912, a seventeen-year-old village boy, Serezha Yesenin, came to conquer Moscow and soon got a job as a proofreader at Sytin's printing house. In his brown suit and bright green tie, he looked like a city: it’s not a shame to go to the editorial office and get to know the young lady. But the editors did not want to print his poems, and the young ladies laughed at his dialect, tie and independent manners. Only the student Anna, Anna Izryadnova, who also served as a proofreader for Sytin, managed to see a real poet in a boy who was four years younger than her. In 1914, Sergei Yesenin entered into a civil marriage with Anna Izryadnova. The young people rented a room and began family life. Izryadnova became the mother of the poet's first son, Yuri, who was born in Moscow on January 21, 1915. In March, Yesenin left for Petrograd for fame. They broke up. The last time Anna Izryadnova saw him was before her fateful trip to Leningrad in the autumn of 1925. “He said that he had come to say goodbye, asked not to indulge, take care of his son.” Didn't save. Yesenin Yuri Sergeevich, an aircraft designer, was shot on June 27, 1937 in Moscow on charges of preparing an assassination attempt on Stalin.

Pupil 3: The poet dedicated the poem to Anna Izryadnova “The red wings of the sunset are going out ...” (1916).

The red wings of the sunset are fading,

Wattle fences doze quietly in the fog.

Do not grieve, my white hut,

That again we are one and alone.

Cleans the moon in the thatched roof

Horns rimmed with blue.

I did not follow her and did not go out

Escort behind deaf haystacks.

I know the years will drown out the anxiety.

This pain, like years, will pass.

And the mouth, and the innocent soul

She saves for others.

The one who asks for joy is not strong,

Only the proud live in strength.

And the other will crumble and abandon,

Like a collar corroded by raw materials.

I'm not waiting for fate out of melancholy,

It will viciously twist the powder.

And she will come to our land

Warm up your baby.

He will take off his fur coat and untie his shawls,

Come with me by the fire...

And calmly and kindly say

That the child is like me.

Teacher: Thanks to the first study group. Guys, let's analyze what we can say about the mood early lyrics Yesenin? What is his love? What images particularly touched you? What colors prevail in the poems?

(Student answers)

Teacher: The floor is given to the second expert group, which analyzed Yesenin's love lyrics of 1917-1919.

Report of the second expert group:

Student 1: One day in the summer of 1917, Yesenin and a friend went to the editorial office of the newspaper Delo Naroda, where Sergey met Zinochka, a secretary. Zinaida Reich was a rare beauty. He had never seen them before. Smart, educated, surrounded by fans, she dreamed of a stage. How did he persuade her to go with him to the North?! They got married in a small church near Vologda, sincerely believing that they would live happily ever after and die on the same day. When they returned, they settled with Zinaida. Her earnings were enough for two, and she tried to create all the conditions for Serezha for creativity. Yesenin was jealous. Sometimes he became simply unbearable, arranging ugly scandals for his pregnant wife.

Student 2: In 1918, the Yesenin family left Petrograd. Zinaida went to Orel to give birth to her parents, and Sergei, together with a friend, rented a room in the center of Moscow, where he lived as a bachelor: drinking parties, women, poetry ... The daughter was born in May 1918. Zinaida named her after Sergei's mother, Tatyana. But when his wife and little Tanechka arrived in Moscow, Sergei met them in such a way that Zinaida left the next day. Then Yesenin asked for forgiveness, they reconciled, and scandals began again. After he beat her, pregnant with her second child, Zinaida fled from him to her parents completely. The son was named Kostya in honor of the village of Konstantinovo, where Yesenin was born. Subsequently, Zinaida became an actress in the theater of the famous director Vsevolod Meyerhold. In October 1921, Yesenin and Zinaida officially divorced, she married Meyerhold. The famous director raised Kostya and Tanechka, and Yesenin, as proof of his love for children, wore their photograph in his breast pocket. Yesenin retained in his soul a painful love for his ex-wife, love - hatred for a woman, whom he "easily gave to another." All this is reflected in the poem "Letter to a Woman"

Student 1: Please pay attention to the screen. The poem "Letter to a Woman" is read by Sergei Bezrukov.

(video clip)

This poem was written in 1924, although the events that the poet recalls took place in 1919. The break with his wife marked the beginning of a new period of the poet's love lyrics.

Teacher: Thanks to the second group. Guys, now let's answer the question: what distinguishes Yesenin's lyrics of the second period? What colors are dominant? What can we say about the images of the work?

The floor is given to the third expert group, which analyzed the "autumn" and "winter" periods of Yesenin's work.

Report of the third expert group:

Student 1: The great American dancer Isadora Duncan was called the "queen of gesture." She was born in San Francisco, her mother taught music, her father taught ancient languages. Once the great American ballerina Isadora Duncan, who arrived in Russia in 1921, was invited to a creative evening. It was here that she met Sergei Yesenin. It was love at first sight, seething passion, a hurricane. And it doesn't matter that Isadora almost didn't speak Russian, and Sergey didn't know English. They understood each other without words, because they were similar - talented, emotional, reckless. In May 1922, Yesenin and Duncan registered their marriage and left first for Europe, then for America. But there, from a great poet, he became just Duncan's husband. From this he got angry, drank, walked, beat, then repented and declared his love. It was very difficult for him in Soviet Russia, but without Russia it was impossible. And the Yesenin couple - Duncan returned back. She felt that the marriage was falling apart, insanely jealous and tormented. Having gone on tour to the Crimea, Isadora was waiting for Sergei there, who promised to come soon. But a telegram came instead: “I love another, married, happy. Yesenin.

Student 2: Love for Isadora Duncan was not reflected in the work
Yesenin, except for a cursory mention in the last poem
"Black man":
And some woman
Forty plus years
Called me a bad girl
And my dear."

The poems of "Moscow Tavern" had no direct addressees. The women the poet addressed in them were nameless.

Suddenly Yesenin smiled happiness. In the summer of 1923, Yesenin and his friends celebrated their engagement to the chamber theater artist Augustina Miklashevskaya, a beautiful and talented actress of the Moscow Chamber Theatre. Indeed, Yesenin began to create again. He devoted many works to Miklashevskaya. But the marriage failed. She is dedicated to 7 poems from the cycle "Love of a bully".

Student 3: A blue fire swept,

Forgotten relatives gave.

I was all like a neglected garden,

He was greedy for women and potion.

Enjoyed singing and dancing

And lose your life without looking back.

I would just look at you

To see the eye of a golden-brown whirlpool,

And so that, not loving the past,

You couldn't leave for someone else.

Step light, gentle camp,

If you knew with a stubborn heart,

How does a bully know how to love,

How can he be humble.

I would forever forget taverns

And I would give up writing poetry,

Only to touch a thin hand

And your hair color in autumn.

I would follow you forever

Though in their own, even in strangers gave.

For the first time I sang about love,

For the first time I refuse to scandal.

Student 4: In the Caucasus, in 1924, Yesenin met Shagane Talyan. Shagane was distinguished by her extraordinary beauty, and the poet wrote his Persian from her. Parting with her, Yesenin presented her with a book of his poems with the inscription: "My dear Shagane, you are pleasant and sweet to me." In "Persian Motives" the poet created a poetic image, depicting poetic love.

Shagane you are mine, Shagane!

About wavy rye in the moonlight.

Shagane you are mine, Shagane.

Because I'm from the north, or something,

That the moon is a hundred times bigger there,

No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,

It is no better than Ryazan expanses.

Because I'm from the north, right?

I'm ready to tell you the field

I took this hair from the rye,

If you want, knit on your finger -

I don't feel any pain at all.

I'm ready to tell you the field.

About wavy rye in the moonlight

You can guess by my curls.

Darling, joke, smile

Do not wake up only the memory in me

About wavy rye in the moonlight.

Shagane you are mine, Shagane!

There, in the north, the girl too,

She looks a lot like you

Maybe he's thinking about me...

Shagane you are mine, Shagane!

Pupil 1: The second half of 1925 is the period of black and white winter in the love lyrics of Sergei Yesenin. Next to the poet is his friend and loving woman Galina Benislavskaya. So selflessly, as Galina loved, they rarely love. Yesenin considered her the closest friend, but did not see a woman in her. Galina considered him her husband, he told her: “Galya, you are very good, you are the closest friend, but I don’t love you ...”

Pupil 2: The last verses of love lyrics are dedicated to Sofya Andreevna Tolstoy, the granddaughter of Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy. In early March 1925, at a house party at Galina Benislavskaya, the poet met Sofia Andreevna. She was an outstanding person, inherited a lot from her great grandfather.
In June 1925, Yesenin married S.A. Tolstaya and moved to her on Ostrozhenka, in a large, gloomy apartment with old, bulky furniture. There were many portraits and museum relics. But even in this marriage he was not happy, and the apartment simply burdened him.

Student 3: B last period there are black and white colors in the love lyrics. On the one hand, a premonition of a tragic end, on the other hand, a dream of pure, uplifting love,
So that her eyes are cornflower blue
Only me-
Not to anyone -
And with new words and feelings
Calms the heart and chest.

So he wrote in the poem “Leaves are falling, leaves are falling ...” Love in the last poems of the poet is presented as a refuge from snowstorms and troubles, as a gift of fate.

Student 1: The leaves are falling, the leaves are falling.
The wind is blowing
Long and deaf.
Who will please the heart?
Who will comfort him, my friend?

With heavy eyelids
I look and look at the moon.
Here again the roosters crowed
Into an eerie silence.

Predawn. Blue. Early.
And flying stars grace.
Make a wish,
I don't know what to wish for.

What to desire under the burden of life,
Cursing your inheritance and home?
I would like to have a good
See the girl under the window.

So that with cornflower blue eyes
Only me -
Not to anyone -
And with new words and feelings
Calms the heart and chest.

So that under this white moonlight,
Taking a happy lot,
I didn’t melt over the song, I didn’t melt
And with someone else's cheerful youth
He never regretted his.

Teacher: Tell me, how did Yesenin's work change during the period of "winter" and "autumn"? What can we say about the changes in the color scheme?

5. Checking the results (5 min)

5.1. teacher's word

"What's happened? What happened to me? Every day I am at other knees, ”he wrote about himself. And for some reason I felt my imminent death:

“I know, I know. Soon soon,

Not mine or anyone else's fault

Under a low mourning fence

I'll have to lie down too."

This was written by a 30-year-old handsome man, who recently married a sweet and smart girl who adored him, a poet whose collections flew straight from the printing house.

It all ended on December 28, 1925 at the Angleterre Hotel in Leningrad. Sergei Yesenin was found dead. His last poem, according to legend, was written in blood...

"Goodbye my friend, goodbye..."

Goodbye my friend, goodbye.
My dear, you are in my chest.
Destined parting
Promises to meet in the future.
Goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word,
Do not be sad and do not sadness of the eyebrows, -
In this life, dying is not new,
But to live, of course, is not newer.

All his wives, except for Isadora, who was in Paris, attended the funeral.

5.2. Work in pairs

Guys, today we met with piercing, magical, sensitive poems by Sergei Yesenin dedicated to the theme of love. I think that in these few lessons you have learned enough and imbued with the light, understandable, figurative style of the poet. I offer you a little challenge. Before you - cards with excerpts from poems about the love of poets Silver Age. Try to find out by style which of them belong to Yesenin's pen. Justify your answer.

Key: 1. Anna Akhmatova "God's angel, on a winter morning" 2,5,7 Yesenin "You cried in the evening silence", "A letter from a mother", "Inexpressible, blue, tender" 3. Block "You say that I am cold" 4. Gumilyov "Monotonous, flashing ..." 6. Bryusov "Yes, you can love while hating"

6. Reflection (5 min)

So let's answer the question posed at the beginning of our lesson. What was love for Sergei Yesenin, reward or punishment?

(Student answers)

There were many women who loved Yesenin, but there was little love in his life. Yesenin himself explained it this way: “No matter how I swear to someone in crazy love, no matter how I assure myself of the same, all this, in essence, is a huge and fatal mistake. There is something that I love above all women, above any woman, and that I would not exchange for any caresses and for any love. This is art…"
And a contemporary of S. Yesenin, the poet Nikolai Tikhonov predicted ...
“The man of the future will read Yesenin in the same way as people read him today ... His poems cannot grow old. Eternally young blood of eternally living poetry flows in their veins.

At the end of our lesson, I propose to listen to a romance based on poems by Sergei Yesenin from the Moscow Tavern cycle.

(Performed by Alexander Malinin).

7. Assessment and self-assessment (2 min)

Guys, you did a great job today. Each group prepared interesting material. Let's appreciate each other's work. The first group evaluates the work of the second, the second - the third, and the third - the first. What points would you give each other?

8. Homework(1 minute)

Today we learned a lot about the love lyrics of Sergei Yesenin. I suggest you write an essay at home on the topic: “What do I think about when reading Yesenin’s poems about love?” Thank you for the lesson!

The theme of love in the lyrics of S. A. Yesenin

The work of S. A. Yesenin is inextricably linked with that love, it seems to not exist without this high feeling. The soul of a poet cannot but love, admire, and burn with passion. She breathes love, lives it, which is reflected in the lyrics.

The first love of the poet is born in his homeland, in the "country of birch calico". Poems related to this period (the beginning of the 10s of the 20th century) are similar in their mood to folk songs, full of rustic melody and melodiousness. Folklore motifs are clearly audible in them (“Imitation of a Song”, 1910). WITH early years folk tales, sayings, riddles sunk into the soul of S. A. Yesenin. Therefore, his first poems are distinguished by a half-note of colors, sounds, smells. In his poems - the soft green of the fields, the scarlet light of dawn, the white smoke of bird cherry, the blue sand of the sky.

Love lyrics occupies a significant place in the poetry of S. A. Yesenin. Various experiences of the poet are reflected in his poems - the joy of meeting with his beloved, longing in separation, sadness, despair. But the theme of love in his poems is closely intertwined with Yesenin's main theme - the theme of love for the Motherland. Love for a woman is revealed in him through love for native land. With amazing ability, he animates the nature of his native land:

green hair,

Maiden chest.

Oh, thin birch,

What did you look into the pond?

Birch - his favorite image, becomes a birch girl with a green hem, with which the wind plays; maple on one leg; mountain ash burning with its fruits; aspens looking into rose water; rye with a swan's neck and many other amazing metaphors and images create their own special world in the work of S. A. Yesenin - the world of living and spiritualized nature in which he himself lived.

The poetry of love, merging with the poetry of nature, draws from it the chastity of spring flowering, the sensuality of summer heat.

The poet's beloved is the embodiment of the beauty of the surrounding world, the beauty of the native village landscape. She appears before us “with a sheaf of hair ... oatmeal”, “with scarlet berry juice on her skin”, and her “flexible frame and shoulders” were invented by nature itself. So S. A. Yesenin describes his beloved in the poem "Do not walk, do not crush in the crimson bushes ...", written in 1916.

In the poem "Green is hiding ..." the girl appears before us in the poet's favorite image - in the image of a thin birch that "looked into the pond." The birch tree itself tells us how on a “starry night” “by the bare knees ... hugged” her shepherd and “shed tears”, saying goodbye to her “until the new cranes”.

In the early twenties, there is a sharp change in the mood of the poet in love poems. Yesenin, having witnessed the events of the revolution, seeing the changes taking place in the country, deeply felt the inner mood of the people. It was reflected in the cycle of poems "Moscow Tavern", where the village song lyricism is replaced by a distinct sharp rhythm. The poet, experiencing the difficult changes in Russia together with the people, cannot determine his place in life, suffers deeply from the consciousness of spiritual split. He expected from the revolution the realization of the dream of a "peasant's paradise", a free, well-fed, happy life on earth. But in fact, the ruin of the rural "blue Russia" took place. S. A. Yesenin felt that there was a destruction of harmony with nature. In one of his letters of that time, he wrote: “It touches me ... only sadness for the departing sweet, dear animal and the unshakable power of the dead, mechanical ... I am sad now that history is going through a difficult era of killing the individual as a living , because there is absolutely not the socialism that I thought about. This heavy mood is also expressed in love lyrics. Here we will no longer meet words about sublime love, there is no admiration for nature that was always present in early poems. The poet "without return" leaves his "native fields". "Yes! Now it's settled. No return...” he wrote in 1922. Feelings are trampled, momentary desires come to the fore: "When ... the moon shines ... the devil knows how," he goes "alley to the familiar tavern." There is no beauty of a pink sunset, there is only "noise and din in this creepy lair."

The attitude towards a woman changes dramatically: she is no longer a slender birch girl, but a “lousy” prostitute who was “loved” and “smeared”. She is dirty, stupid, and instead of love causes only hatred. This mood of the poet is expressed in the poem “Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom...”, written in 1923. However, such images are a demonstrative expression of a depressed state. inner world poet. Vicious "tavern" love is a desperate poetic cry about the destructive passion of taverns. And yet, through the painful spiritual mood of poetic works, the lyricism inherent in S. A. Yesenin breaks through, the sincerity breaks out onto the pages of poems, which further emphasize the deep tragedy of the state of the poet’s soul: Dear, I cry, I’m sorry ... sorry .. .

In 1923, the poet returns from a large foreign trip, which played a significant role in his work. He is disappointed in the bourgeois-democratic principles of the Western world, he is also disappointed in past ideals. S. A. Yesenin is convinced, “how beautiful and rich Russia is. It seems that there is no such country yet and cannot be. He does not write poems about foreign impressions, nothing inspires him to work away from his native land. In his lyrics there is a motive of sadness, regret about the bygone youth, about wasted years, wasted energy and time in taverns among vagrants and prostitutes. Now the poet again "sang about love", refusing to scandal. In the poem "A blue fire was swept up ..." he writes: I stopped enjoying drinking and dancing And losing my life without looking back. The lyrical hero is again shrouded in "blue fire", he is kindled by "gentle tread, light camp" and, of course, hair "color in autumn". Love, as a saving force, leads the poet to rebirth, to the desire to live and create. In the poem "Honey, let's sit next to each other ..." he writes:

It's autumn gold

This strand of white hair -

Everything appeared as salvation

Restless rake.

In the poem "Son of a bitch", written in 1924, S. A. Yesenin recalls the forgotten "girl in white", and his soul comes to life again: The pain of the soul came up again. With this pain, I seem to be younger ... Thoughts of bright, pure rural youth are reborn in my memory. But the rampant tavern life has already managed to leave its mark on the fate of the poet and it is no longer possible to return the “former song”: Yes, I liked the girl in white, But now I love in blue. In the same period, Yesenin creates a cycle of poems “Persian Motifs”, the most famous of which is “Shagane, you are mine, Shagane!”. It talks about how, being far from his homeland, the poet wants to tell his beloved woman about the incomparable beauty of the Ryazan expanses that filled his life with vivid, unforgettable impressions:

... I'm ready to tell you the field,

About wavy rye in the moonlight ...

No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,

It is no better than Ryazan expanses ...

Like the whole cycle of poems, it is filled with a romantic mood and light sadness:

There in the north, the girl too,

Maybe he's thinking about me...

“It seems that this is the way it has been forever ...” - in this poem, written in 1925, the sadness of unfulfilled hopes for happiness “by the age of thirty” is poured out. The lyrical hero was ready to burn with "pink fire", "burning" along with his beloved. And although she gave her heart "with laughter" to another, but, nevertheless, this love, unrequited and tragic, "led the stupid poet ... to sensual poems." Being rejected, the lyrical hero remains true to his former feeling. He finds again a faithful messenger - this is "dear Jim":

She will come, I promise you.

And without me, in her staring gaze,

You gently lick her hand for me

For everything in which he was and was not guilty.

The poems of S. A. Yesenin continue to excite us with their dramatic lyrical experiences many years after they were written. This is due to the fact that Yesenin's lyricism, tragic and sublimely romantic, evokes feelings in the reader that are close and understandable to everyone.

His poetry is, as it were, the scattering of the treasures of his soul by both handfuls.
(A. Tolstoy)
Yesenin's lyrics are impossible not to love. Everything that the poet writes about: about the motherland, about nature, about love, turning points in history - sincerity and warmth are clearly heard in everything. Maybe that's what the poet himself was like. He never hid his thoughts, feelings, anxieties and hopes.
Without poems about love, it is impossible to imagine the poetry of S. Yesenin. His love lyrics are distinguished by an unconventional, non-classical expression of "eternal" feelings. Indeed, Yesenin's poems about love do not take us to the world of sublime and elegant ideas - love in his work often represents an element that is unrestrained in its manifestation.
In Yesenin's early poems, there are motifs of Russian folk songs about unrequited love and death, of lost youth. The youthful love of the lyrical hero arises suddenly, which is depicted in the form of a specific picture that precedes the appearance of a feeling:
You watered the horses from handfuls in a bridle,
Reflecting, the birch trees broke in the pond.
I looked out the window at the blue scarf,
Her black curls were ruffled by the breeze.
The love of the lyrical hero ends tragically, in the spirit of folk stories rethought by the young poet:
in yarn sunny days time wove thread:
They carried you past the windows to be buried.
And under the weeping memorial services, under the censer canon,
All I fancied was a quiet, uninhibited ringing.
Thus, Yesenin's early love lyrics are sensually contemplative, dreamy. But it also reflected the elemental force of feeling, which has an earthly nature and at times even rough in its manifestation. Love in Yesenin's poems of this period is concrete and fleeting. In later lyrics, a collective image of the beloved appears, to which the poet gives sensual, but at the same time ideal features.
As the motives of disappointment in life began to sound more and more tangibly in the poet’s work, his feminine ideal also underwent changes: now, first of all, it is associated not with hope for understanding and inspiration, not with spiritual impulses, but with ideas about the sensual joys of life. : "Yes, I liked the girl in white, but now I love in blue..."
This period of Yesenin's creativity is marked by maximalism in the manifestation of feelings. Spontaneous rudeness in the expression of emotions is replaced by an equally spontaneous remorse. Such features are typical, for example, for the cycle of poems "Moscow Tavern". However, they do not indicate that the ideal of love in Yesenin's poetry was completely lost by this time. It seems to me that the poet's ideas about this ideal were associated exclusively with youth, when even unrequited love fills the soul with light. Yesenin mentions this in his late poem "Anna Snegina".
It is precisely by its transience and uniqueness that youthful feeling is valuable for Yesenin. He carried the memory of him through his short but eventful life. And today the poet's poems about first love warm us with the reflected light of his feelings.