The poet's imagination began to like you doubly. Let others drink you. Farewell to hooliganism
He wrote poems to many Soviet hits. He is the author of the lyrics to many of our favorite hits. He is a close friend of Vysotsky. It was Vladimir Semyonovich who dedicated the songs “My friend went to Magadan”, “I recently received a letter” and others to him. Igor Kokhanovsky, in an interview with Radio Chanson, spoke about his work in the Kolyma mines, his new book and his friendship with Vladimir Vysotsky.
Timur Shaov will celebrate his 55th anniversary with a big concert. It will take place in Moscow on July 17. The musician’s friends will take part in the program, which is called “55th Anniversary”, their names have not yet been announced. Timur Shaov is currently working on a new album. It will be called...
While the global automotive industry is confused about which most environmentally friendly engines to equip its vehicles with, it’s not a sin to turn to history. On July 2, 1698, Englishman Thomas Savery patented the world's first steam engine. The military engineer did not try to invent a steam car. He set himself the task...
No one would argue that Australia is a country with a highly developed volleyball culture. Rugby, swimming, cycling, the local version of football - yes! Apparently, this is why the Australian stage of the volleyball Nations League, completed in Brisbane, began with embarrassment. Our team filed a complaint with the International Volleyball Federation. Not only the Russian team was outraged by the reception, but also the rest of the participants in the stage. The organization could not withstand any criticism. The teams were accommodated on the student campus, where...
Throughout his life, Bunin was aware of Pushkin’s unflagging, enchanting power over himself. Even in his youth, Bunin put the great poet at the head of domestic and world literature - “a powerful engine of civilization and the moral improvement of people.” During the difficult, lonely years of emigration, the writer identified his perception of the Russian genius with the feeling of the Motherland: “When did he enter into me, when did I recognize and love him?
Universal brotherhood! Eternal peace! Cancellation of money! Equality, work. Wonderful, amazing International! The whole world is your Fatherland. From now on there is no property. If you have two cloaks, one will be taken away from you and given to the poor. They will leave you one pair of shoes, and if you need a box of matches, Centermatches will give it to you.
The first “short sketch of the life and work” of Pribludny was published by A. Skripov in 1963. A close friend of the poet, who corresponded with him throughout 1929-1936, Skripov published a large number of previously unknown materials. His work, which has the undoubted merits of reliable evidence, obviously has not lost its value even today, but it is fully reflected in the views and assessments typical of Russian literary criticism of the 60s, such as the following...
In 1923, another change occurred in the fate of Sergei Yesenin - he met and began an affair with Augusta Miklashevskaya, which became the reason for his separation from Isadora Duncan. Why Augusta was better than Isadora, I will leave to the discretion of the author of the lines, which I will analyze today, I will only note that Sergei dedicated several poems to new fleeting love, “Let you drink to others” is one of them.
Augusta was 4 years older than Yesenin, she was an actress at the Chamber Theater and changed lovers like gloves. Perhaps Sergei was attracted to her by the experience of a woman, perhaps he perceived her as a transitional stage between a new life and Isadora. One way or another, they lived under the same roof for several months, then separated on Yesenin’s initiative. This relationship pulled Augusta into history, otherwise she would not have found a place on Wikipedia. Sorry for the free digression, let's return to the analysis.
To whom are the poems addressed?
The poem is addressed to Augusta, there is a subtle amount of reproach and a little gratitude in it. Starting line:
Let others drink you
She talks about Miklashevskaya’s bad experience; the poet was not her first and not her last lover. In the very first quatrain, the author mentions autumn eye fatigue, which speaks of Augusta’s age, coupled with her “life” experience.
Farewell to hooliganism
Next, the poet begins to talk about himself. Yesenin pays tribute to his autumn age and promises to say goodbye to hooliganism. The poet sees his hooliganism as a vice of youth, and he has already outgrown it. At least, that’s what it seems to Sergei Alexandrovich against the backdrop of his relationship with Augusta. Only later does the poet admit that hooliganism is not a shadow of youth, but a way of life and he cannot part with it.
I can confidently say
In these few months of close relationship with Augusta, Yesenin really begins to see the world differently. This is noticeable from the lines:
Rus' seems different to me,
Others are cemeteries and huts.
Two more years
Unfortunately, a different view of the world ended along with the novel, Sergei returned to his old self, again tried to find his fading youth in alcohol and hooliganism.
In the last verse, Sergei dreams of constancy (not for the first time) and once again repeats his desire to part with hooliganism. The dreams lived on exactly as long as the romance with Miklashevskaya lasted; Sergei still had more than 2 years of life ahead, several more novels and one marriage (Tolstaya) + dozens of poems and a string of taverns. The poet never found stability.
A beautiful lyrical poem by Yesenin, somewhat out of the general range of the poet’s works, but attracting with the harmony of the lines, the beauty of the rhyme and genuine sincerity.
Let others drink you,
But I have left, I have left
Your hair is glassy smoke
And the eyes are tired in autumn.
O age of autumn! He told me
More precious than youth and summer.
I started to like you twice as much
The poet's imagination.
I never lie with my heart,
And therefore to the voice of swagger
I can confidently say
That I say goodbye to hooliganism.
It's time to part with the mischievous
And rebellious courage.
My heart is already drunk,
Blood is a sobering mash.
And he knocked on my window
September with a crimson willow branch,
So that I am ready and meet
His arrival is unpretentious.
Now I put up with a lot
Without coercion, without loss.
Rus' seems different to me,
Others are cemeteries and huts.
