“Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” Vladimir Mayakovsky
In the kiss of hands, or lips, in the trembling of the body of those close to me, the red color of my republics should also glow. I don’t like Parisian love: decorate any female with silks, stretch, and doze off, saying - tubo - to the dogs of brutal passion. You are the only one who is as tall as me, stand next to my eyebrow and let me tell you about this important evening like a human being. Five o'clock, and from now on the dense forest has become silent, the inhabited city has died out, I hear only the whistles of the trains to Barcelona. In the black sky there is a tread of lightning, the thunder of swearing in a heavenly drama - not a thunderstorm, but it is simply jealousy that moves mountains. Don’t trust stupid words with raw materials, don’t get confused by this shaking - I will bridle, I will humble the feelings of the sons of the nobility. The measles of passion will scab away, but the joy will never dry up, I will be there for a long time, I will just talk in poetry. Jealousy, wives, tears... come on! - the eyelids will swell, just right for Viy. Not myself, but I am jealous for Soviet Russia. I saw patches on the shoulders, consumption licks them with a sigh. Well, it’s not our fault - hundreds of millions felt bad. We are now gentle with such people - not many people can be straightened out by sports - we need you and we in Moscow don’t have enough long-legged ones. It’s not for you, who walked in the snow and typhus with these feet, to give them out to dinner with oil workers for affection. Don’t think, just squinting from under the straightened arches. Come here, come to the crossroads of my large and clumsy hands. Do not want? Stay and winter, and this is an insult to the general account. I will still take you someday - alone or together with Paris.
Analysis of Mayakovsky’s poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva”
The lyrics of Vladimir Mayakovsky are very unique and particularly original. The fact is that the poet sincerely supported the ideas of socialism and believed that personal happiness cannot be complete and comprehensive without public happiness. These two concepts were so closely intertwined in Mayakovsky’s life that for the sake of love for a woman he would never have betrayed his homeland, but on the contrary he could have done very easily, since he could not imagine his life outside of Russia. Of course, the poet often criticized the shortcomings of Soviet society with his characteristic harshness and straightforwardness, but at the same time he believed that he lived in the best country.
In 1928, Mayakovsky traveled abroad and met in Paris the Russian emigrant Tatyana Yakovleva, who in 1925 came to visit relatives and decided to stay in France forever. The poet fell in love with the beautiful aristocrat and invited her to return to Russia as his legal wife, but was refused. Yakovleva reacted with restraint to Mayakovsky's advances, although she hinted that she was ready to marry the poet if he refused to return to his homeland. Suffering from unrequited feelings and from the realization that one of the few women who understands and feels him so well is not going to part with Paris for his sake, Mayakovsky returned home, after which he sent his chosen one a poetic message - sharp, full of sarcasm and, at the same time, same time, hope.
This work begins with the phrases that the fever of love cannot overshadow the feelings of patriotism, since “the red color of my republics must also burn,” developing this theme, Mayakovsky emphasizes that he does not love “Parisian love,” or rather, Parisian women, who skillfully disguise their true essence behind clothes and cosmetics. At the same time, the poet, turning to Tatyana Yakovleva, emphasizes: “You are the only one who is as tall as me, stand next to my eyebrow,” believing that a native Muscovite who has lived in France for several years compares favorably with cutesy and frivolous Parisians.
Trying to persuade his chosen one to return to Russia, Mayakovsky tells her without embellishment about the socialist way of life, which Tatyana Yakovleva is so persistently trying to erase from her memory. After all, the new Russia is hunger, disease, death and poverty, veiled under equality. Leaving Yakovleva in Paris, the poet experiences an acute feeling of jealousy, as he understands that this long-legged beauty has enough fans even without him, she can afford to travel to Barcelona for Chaliapin’s concerts in the company of the same Russian aristocrats. However, trying to formulate his feelings, the poet admits that “it’s not me, but I am jealous for Soviet Russia.” Thus, Mayakovsky is much more gnawed by resentment that the best of the best are leaving their homeland than ordinary male jealousy, which he is ready to bridle and humble.
The poet understands that besides love, he can offer nothing to the girl who amazed him with her beauty, intelligence and sensitivity. And he knows in advance that he will be refused when he turns to Yakovleva with the words: “Come here, to the crossroads of my large and clumsy hands.” Therefore, the ending of this loving and patriotic message is filled with caustic irony and sarcasm. The poet’s tender feelings are transformed into anger when he addresses his chosen one with the rather rude phrase “Stay and winter, and this is an insult to the general account of the underdog.” By this, the poet wants to emphasize that he considers Yakovleva a traitor not only to himself, but also to his homeland. However, this fact does not at all cool the romantic ardor of the poet, who promises: “I will take you sooner – alone or together with Paris.”
It should be noted that Mayakovsky never managed to see Tatyana Yakovleva again. A year and a half after writing this letter in verse, he committed suicide.
Poet-tribune, speaker, boldly expressing his point of view on any social or political event. Poetry was a mouthpiece for him, allowing him to be heard by his contemporaries and descendants. But the poet could not only be a “bawl-leader”; often in his works there was genuine lyricism, not “sorted into handkerchiefs”, but militantly aimed at the service of the time.
This is the poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva.” This is a complex, multifaceted work in which the poet, moving from a specific meeting with a real-life heroine, moves on to a broad generalization, revealing his view of the most complex order of things and the environment.
Passion measles
It will scab off,
But joy
Inexhaustible,
I'll be there for a long time
I'll just
I speak in poetry.
This meeting with a compatriot in Paris stirred the soul of the lyrical hero and made him think about time and about himself.
You are the only one for me
Level in height
Stand next to me
With an eyebrow eyebrow.
Important evening
Tell
In a human way.
In this poem, the poet uses synecdoche, which is so often found in his other works. But here the metaphors are strung on a thread, like beads in a pearl necklace. This allows the author to speak clearly and meaningfully about his spiritual closeness with the heroine, without unnecessary words or repetitions, to create an atmosphere of intimate conversation with a loved one. The heroine now lives in Paris, travels to Spain...
I only hear
Whistle dispute
Trains to Barcelona.
But the poet is sure that Yakovleva has not lost touch with her homeland, and her departure is a temporary delusion.
Mayakovsky considers himself an authorized representative of the country and speaks on its behalf.
For Soviet Russia.
And the image of a lyrical hero is gradually being built - a patriot of a huge country, proud of it. Mayakovsky is confident that the heroine, who has gone through difficult times with her homeland, will certainly return back.
With these legs
Give them away
With oil workers
The language of the poem is free and uninhibited; the author is not afraid of the most daring metaphors and comparisons. He writes for a thinking reader - hence the associative nature of the images, unexpected epithets and personifications. The poet is looking for new forms. He is bored by the traditional poetic meter. The wind of change swept into Russia and onto the pages of Mayakovsky’s lyrics. The author is captured by the grandeur of the accomplishments, he wants to be a participant in the “great construction” and calls on the heroine to do the same. At such a fateful time, one cannot remain on the sidelines of events.
Don't think
Just squinting
From under straightened arcs.
Come here,
Go to the crossroads
my big ones
And clumsy hands.
The poem is not written in the traditional epistolary genre, although it is called “Letter...”. Rather, it is an associative memory of a fleeting meeting that marked the beginning of a great friendship. The end of the poem sounds quite optimistic; we, together with the author, are sure that the heroine will return and live in her homeland with people close to her.
I don't care
I'll take one someday -
Or together with Paris.
Poem by V.V. Mayakovsky is autobiographical, like almost all of the poet’s lyrics. met a very beautiful young woman in Paris - Tatyana Yakovleva, fell in love with her and invited her to go back to the Soviet Union with him. They corresponded, and Mayakovsky wrote one letter in verse.
Even if you don’t know these facts of the poet’s biography, after reading the poem, you can immediately feel that it differs from the poet’s lyrics as a whole. There are no stunning hyperboles, thundering metaphors, or fantasy in it. The poet himself promises in the “Letter...”: “... I will be for a long time, / I will simply / speak in poetry.” “The letter...” is addressed mainly to Tatyana Yakovleva, the poet strives to be understood by his beloved, and is ready “... to tell about this important evening / as a human being.” This poem amazes with its sincere, confidential tone; it looks like the confession of a lyrical hero.
In “Letter...” Mayakovsky manages, with just a few lines, to create the image of Tatyana Yakovleva, to describe both her appearance and her inner world. The poet’s beloved is “long-legged,” but, more importantly, she is “as tall as him.” Mayakovsky feels that this is the key to understanding between them, meaning growth not only physical, but also spiritual, it is no coincidence that he asks Tatyana Yakovleva to stand next to him “next to him, eyebrow-brow”, before a conversation that is of great importance to him. She is not “any female”, adorned with silks, who cannot kindle the flame of passion in the poet’s heart. Tatyana Yakovleva had to go through a lot before she settled in Paris. The poet appeals to her, to her memory: “It’s not for you, in the snow and in typhus / who walked with these feet, / here to give them out for caresses / to dinners with oil workers.”
The entire poem seems to be divided into two parts: it depicts and contrasts two worlds, both very important to the poet. This is Paris and the Soviet Union. These two worlds are huge and draw the heroes of the poem, their thoughts and feelings into their orbit.
Paris is described as a city of love, luxury and pleasures unacceptable to the poet (“I don’t like Parisian love”). The populated city seems to be extinct already at “five o’clock,” but there are “females” in silks and “dinners with oil workers.” Everything is different in Soviet Russia: “... there are patches on the shoulders, / their consumption licks with a sigh,” because “one hundred million were ill.”
In the poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva,” the personal and civil organically merge in the voice of the lyrical hero. The intimate lyrical “I” at the beginning of the poem turns into a public “we” where the poet begins to talk about the Motherland: “I am not myself, but I am jealous / for Soviet Russia.” The theme of jealousy, which runs through the entire poem, is closely related to its “civil” plan. Critics even suggested renaming “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” “Letter on the Essence of Jealousy.” Mayakovsky’s lyrical hero himself is characterized not by jealousy, but by “inexhaustible joy,” love as the main law of life and the universe.
The poet depicts “personal” jealousy as a universal cataclysm: “In the black sky, lightning steps, / the thunder of curses in the heavenly drama, - / is not a thunderstorm, but it’s just / jealousy moves mountains.” This is how Mayakovsky conveys his inner state, the titanic power of passion boiling in his chest. However, the poet is ashamed of personal jealousy, calls it the feeling of “the offspring of the nobility,” and considers passion measles, a dangerous disease. He asks his beloved not to believe “stupid words... raw materials.”
Words dictated by love are stupid because they come from the heart and express personal feelings, but they acquire a different meaning and rise in status as soon as the poet begins to speak not for himself personally, but for “Soviet Russia.” It turns out that the need for beauty is felt not only by the lyrical hero, but also by his homeland: “... we need you in Moscow too, / there are not enough long-legged ones.” The poet is offended that Tatyana Yakovleva remains in Paris, while in Moscow “not many can be straightened out by sports.” He admits that after many years of wars, illnesses and hardships in Soviet Russia they begin to appreciate true beauty and become “tender.”
In “Letter...” Mayakovsky reflects on the essence of love. He not only contrasts love with jealousy, but also distinguishes two types of love. He rejects the first, “Parisian” love, “dogs of brutal passion,” and does not believe in its sincerity. Together with her, he also rejects “personal” love, feelings “for himself”: “Jealousy, wives, tears... well, them!” He recognizes another type of love, in which love for a woman and love for the Motherland merge together, as the only true one. It seems that the choice is so obvious that Tatyana Yakovleva doesn’t even need to think, “simply squinting / from under straightened arches.”
However, the poet and his beloved belong to two different worlds: she belongs entirely to the world of Paris, with which the poem is associated with images of love, the night sky, European space (the lyrical hero hears the “whistle dispute / of trains to Barcelona”), He wholeheartedly belongs to his young republic. The theme of jealousy, hardships and deprivations, the snow-covered space along which Tatyana Yakovleva once walked “with these feet” is associated with Soviet Russia. The poet even shares insults with his homeland, lowering them “at a common expense.” With resentment in his voice, he allows his beloved to “stay and spend the winter” in Paris, thus giving a respite to the besieged enemy. The theme of military operations, the “capture of Paris,” which flashes at the end of the poem, makes one recall Napoleon and the resounding victory of Russian troops over the French in the Patriotic War of 1812. The lyrical hero seems to hope that the Parisian winter will weaken the impregnable beauty, just as the Russian winter once weakened Napoleon’s army, and will force Tatyana Yakovleva to change her decision.
The lyrical hero himself, in the face of love, looks like a big child; he paradoxically combines strength and touching defenselessness, challenge and the desire to protect his beloved, to surround her with “big and clumsy” hands. The poet compares an embrace not to a ring, as usual, but to a crossroads. On the one hand, a crossroads is associated with openness and insecurity - the poet does not seek to protect his love from prying eyes, on the contrary, he combines the personal with the public. On the other hand, at an intersection two paths connect. Perhaps the poet hopes that “personal”, loving embraces will help connect two worlds - Paris and Moscow, which do not yet have other points of intersection. But until this happens by the will of his beloved, the poet challenges - not so much to her, but to the very movement of life, history, which divided them, scattered them across different countries and cities: “I will still take you someday - / alone or together with Paris "
In the poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” there is a merging of two plans of the lyrical hero - intimate, secret and public, civil: “In the kiss of hands, or lips, / in the trembling of the body of those close to me / the red color of my republics / should also burn.” Is the poet sincere when he desires beauty and love not for himself alone, but for all of Soviet Russia? In this poem, love appears to him as akin to duty. Mayakovsky writes not only about his duty - to return the beautiful Tatyana Yakovleva to her homeland, but also reminds her of her duty - to return to where there is snow and disease, so that Russia also finds a piece of beauty, and with it hope for revival.
“The Letter...” paradoxically combines feelings and duty, mental storms and civic position. This expresses the whole of Mayakovsky. Love for the poet was a unifying principle: he wanted to believe that the coming of the revolution would put an end to all conflicts; For the sake of love for the idea of communism, Mayakovsky was ready, as he would later write in the poem “At the top of his voice,” to “step on the throat of his own song” and fulfill the “social order.”
Although at the end of his life the poet will be disappointed in his previous ideals and aspirations, “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” conveys the very essence of the poet’s worldview: in love everything is one, it represents the meaning of being and its main idea, which, according to Dante, “moves the suns and luminaries "
“Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” is one of the most striking poems in the love lyrics of V.V. Mayakovsky. In form it is a letter, an appeal, a didactic monologue addressed to a specific person - a real person. Tatyana Yakovleva is the poet’s Parisian passion, which happened to him when he visited this city of love in 1928.
This meeting, the flared up feelings, the short but vibrant relationship - everything so deeply excited the poet that he dedicated a very lyrical, but at the same time pathetic poem to them. Since V.V. Mayakovsky had already established himself as a poet-tribune by that time, he could not write only about the personal. In “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” the personal is very sharply and powerfully connected with the public. Thus, this poem about love is often classified as the poet’s civil lyrics.
From the very first lines, the poet does not separate himself and his feelings from the Motherland: in the kiss “the red color of “my republics must burn.” Thus, an amazing metaphor is born when love for a specific person is not separated from love for the Motherland. V.V. Mayakovsky, as a representative of the new, Soviet Russia, is very sarcastic and jealous of all emigrants who left the country, albeit for a variety of reasons. And although “hundreds of millions felt bad” in Russia, the poet believes that she still needs to be loved even as she is.
The poet was happy that he had found a woman worthy of himself: “You are the only one who is as tall as me.” Therefore, he was especially insulted by the fact that Yakovleva refused his offer to return to Russia with him. He felt offended both for himself and for his Motherland, from which he does not separate himself: “It’s not me, but I’m jealous for Soviet Russia.”
V.V. Mayakovsky understood perfectly well that the flower of the Russian nation had traveled far beyond the borders of the Motherland, and their knowledge, skills and talents were so needed by the new Russia. The poet specifically dresses up this idea as a joke: they say that there are not enough “long-legged” people in Moscow. Thus, wounded male pride hides great heartache behind caustic sarcasm.
And although almost the entire poem is imbued with caustic irony and sarcasm, it still ends optimistically: “I will take you sooner – alone or together with Paris.” Thus, the poet makes it clear that his ideals, the ideals of the new Russia, will sooner or later be accepted by the whole world.
The eternal theme of the lyrics - love - runs through the entire work of Vladimir Mayakovsky, from the early poems to the last unfinished poem “Unfinished”. Treating love as the greatest good, capable of inspiring deeds and work, Mayakovsky wrote: “Love is life, this is the main thing. Poems, deeds, and everything else unfold from it. Love is the heart of everything. If it stops working, everything else dies off, becomes superfluous, unnecessary. But if the heart works, it cannot but manifest itself in everything.” Mayakovsky is characterized by a broad lyrical perception of the world. Personal and social merged in his poetry. And love - the most intimate human experience - in the poet’s poems is always connected with the social feelings of the poet-citizen (poems “I Love”, “About This”, poems “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva”, “Letter to Comrade Kostrov from Paris about the essence of love”).
Mayakovsky's life with all its joys and sorrows, pain, despair - all in his poems. The poet's works tell us about his love, when and what it was like. In Mayakovsky’s early poems, mention of love occurs twice: in the 1913 cycle of lyric poems “I” and the lyric poem “Love.” They talk about love without connection with the poet’s personal experiences. But already in the poem “Cloud in Pants” the poet talks about his unrequited love for Maria, with whom he fell in love in 1914 in Odessa. He described his feelings this way:
Mother!
Your son is beautifully sick!
Mother!
His heart is on fire.
The paths of Maria and Vladimir Mayakovsky diverged. But no more than a year has passed, and his heart is again torn by the pangs of love. His love for Lilya Brik brought him a lot of suffering. His feelings are reflected in the poem “Spine Flute,” written in the fall of 1915. A few years later, already in Soviet times, Mayakovsky wrote one after another the poems “I Love” (1922) and “About This” (1923). In severe despair, reflecting on life and death, he speaks of the paramount meaning of love for him: “It’s scary not to love, horror - don’t dare” - and regrets that the joys of life did not touch him. But at the beginning of 1929 in the magazine "Young Guard" appears "Letter to Comrade Kostrov from Paris about the essence of love." From this poem it is clear that a new love has appeared in the poet's life, that "the hearts of the cold ones have been put to work again! The engine." This was Tatyana Yakovleva, whom Mayakovsky met in Paris in the fall of 1928.
This is how her friends, artist V.I., recalled Mayakovsky’s meeting with Tatyana Yakovleva. Shukhaev and his wife V.F. Shukhaeva: “...They were a wonderful couple. Mayakovsky is very beautiful, big. Tanya is also a beauty - tall, slender, to match him. Mayakovsky gave the impression of a quiet lover. She admired and clearly admired him, was proud of his talent.” In the twenties, since Tatyana was in poor health, her uncle, artist A.E. Yakovlev, who lived in Paris, took his niece to live with him. When Mayakovsky returned to Moscow, Tatyana missed him very much. She wrote to her mother: “He aroused in me a longing for Russia... He is so colossal both physically and morally that after him there is literally a desert. This is the first person who left a mark on my soul... His feelings for me are so strong that it is impossible not to reflect them at least to a small extent.” The poems “Letter to Comrade Kostrov...” and “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” dedicated to Tatyana Yakovleva are imbued with a happy feeling of great, true love.
The poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” was written in November 1928. Mayakovsky's love was never just a personal experience. She inspired him to fight and create, and was embodied in poetic masterpieces imbued with the pathos of the revolution. Here it is said like this:
Is it in the kiss of hands,
lips,
In body trembling
those close to me
red
color
my republics
Same
must
blaze
Pride and affection sound in the lines addressed to the beloved:
You are the only one for me
height level,
stand next to me
with an eyebrow eyebrow,
about this
important evening
tell
humanly.
Mayakovsky writes with slight irony about jealousy as a manifestation of deep love:
Jealousy,
wives,
tears...
well them!
He himself promises not to offend his beloved with jealousy:
...I will bridle
I will humble you
feelings
offspring of the nobility.
Mayakovsky cannot imagine his love being away from his homeland, so he persistently calls Tatyana Yakovleva to Moscow:
We are now
so gentle towards those -
sports
you won’t straighten many, -
you and impudent
are needed in Moscow,
lacks
long-legged.
The end of the poem sounds like a call to respond to his love:
Don't think
just squinting
from under straightened arcs
Come here,
go to the crossroads
my big ones
and clumsy hands.
Almost all the poetry created by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky has a patriotic orientation. But lyrical notes were not alien to the poet. The work “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” is biographical in its own way and is connected with a life story directly related to the author.The poet's life story tells about an old meeting that happened in Paris. It was here that he met a beautiful young woman whose name was Tatyana Yakovleva. He immediately fell in love with the girl and invited her to go with him to Moscow, back to the Soviet Union. But Tatiana refused to leave France, although she was ready to connect her life with the poet if he settled with her in Paris. After Mayakovsky left, the young people corresponded for some time and in one of his letters he sent poetic lines to his beloved.
“Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” V. Mayakovsky
Is it in the kiss of hands,
lips,
in body trembling
those close to me
red
color
my republics
Same
must
blaze.
I do not like
Parisian love:
any female
decorate with silks,
stretching, I doze off,
having said -
tubo -
dogs
brutal passion.
You are the only one for me
height level,
stand next to me
with an eyebrow eyebrow,
give
about this
important evening
tell
humanly.
Five hours,
and from now on
poem
of people
dense forest,
extinct
populated city,
I only hear
whistle dispute
trains to Barcelona.
In the black sky
lightning step,
thunder
swear
in the heavenly drama, -
not a thunderstorm
and this
Just
Jealousy moves mountains.
Stupid words
don't trust raw materials
don't get confused
this shaking -
I will bridle
I will humble you
feelings
offspring of the nobility.
Passion measles
will come off as a scab,
but joy
inexhaustible,
I'll be there for a long time
I'll just
I speak in poetry.
Jealousy,
wives,
tears...
well them! -
eyelids will swell,
fits Viu.
I'm not myself
and I
I'm jealous
for Soviet Russia.
Saw
patches on the shoulders,
their
consumption
licks with a sigh.
What,
we are not to blame -
hundred million
was bad.
We
Now
so gentle towards those -
sports
You won’t straighten out many, -
you and us
needed in Moscow
lacks
long-legged.
Not for you,
in the snow
and typhus
walking
with these legs
Here
for caresses
hand them over
at dinners
with oil workers.
Don't think
just squinting
from under straightened arcs.
Come here,
go to the crossroads
my big ones
and clumsy hands.
Do not want?
Stay and winter
and this
insult
We'll reduce it to the general account.
I don't care
you
someday I'll take it -
one
or together with Paris.
Analysis of the poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva”
The work begins with lines that are an appeal. The author focuses on the fact that this message, a letter in verse, is addressed to Tatyana Yakovleva. The poet tries to present the lines as simply and clearly as possible, using a colloquial form. It should be noted that there is a lot of sincerity in the poem, it is written in a confidential tone and is very similar to the assertive confession of the central character of the creation.
A couple of lines are enough and the image of the woman to whom the author is addressing becomes clear to the reader. Mayakovsky describes both the appearance and the internal state of the heroine. Vladimir calls his beloved to talk.
When reading the poem, one gets the impression that the work consists of two separate parts. There are contrasts between two worlds, each of which is assessed by the poet - these are Paris and the Soviet Union. These two worlds in the author’s perception are very huge and are capable of drawing into their orbit both the heroes themselves and their thoughts, feelings, and abilities.
Paris in poetic lines is not described in the most unflattering way. It is full of luxury and all sorts of pleasures that are unacceptable for a poet. The author is not comfortable with Parisian suspicious love. Mayakovsky describes the city as boring and mentions that after five in the evening all movement stops there. In Russia, everything is completely different. He likes his homeland, he loves it and believes in its speedy revival.
It should be noted that the work combines both personal and civil views on life in an original way. Gradually, the lyrical beginning moves on to a discussion of the social values of the young state, the Soviet Union, and the poet begins to talk about his beloved homeland. He points out that the jealousy comes not only from him, but also from Russia itself. The theme of jealousy in the work is of particular importance; it is traced in almost all stanzas of the poem and is closely related to the civil plan.
According to some critics, the work “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” can be called completely differently - “The Essence of Jealousy.” The author notes that he does not understand jealousy, and this is how he expresses his thoughts about love and the existing universe.
Jealousy in the work is presented in the form of a universal cataclysm. Thus, the author tries to convey to the reader the state of his own soul, and also shows the possibilities of the titanic power of passion that boils in his chest. It is also worth noting that the poet is very ashamed of the fact that he is jealous and considered such passions to be a dangerous disease.
Mayakovsky believes that those words that were uttered under the influence of love are very stupid. In this case, only the heart speaks and the phrases take on a simplified form, without taking into account the true purpose. The author tries to convey to the reader that the need for beauty is required not only for a person, but also for the entire Motherland. At the same time, the poet feels offended that his beloved remains in Paris and does not want to come to him. Here he notes that due to the fact that there were constantly various wars on the territory of the state, people truly began to appreciate the beauty of their homeland.
The poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” provides reflections on the real essence of love. Vladimir contrasts this feeling with jealousy and distinguishes two types of sensations. The first is the Parisian relationship, which he rejects in every possible way, because he does not believe that it can be truly sincere. The opposite type of love is a united love for a woman and for Russia itself. This decision and outcome of actions is the most correct for the poet. He gives many arguments indicating the obviousness of his decision.
But nothing can be done about it... the poet and his beloved girl belong to completely different worlds. Tatyana Yakovleva completely loves Paris and only with it does a woman associate images of love. The author gives his whole soul to his homeland - the young state, the Soviet Union.
The poet notes that although a new state was formed in place of Russia, this is precisely the land on which Tatyana once walked. He seems to appeal to the heroine’s conscience, shames her and is offended by the woman’s reluctance to remain faithful to her land to the end. But somewhere in the middle of the poem, Mayakovsky allows his beloved to remain in a foreign country: “stay and spend the winter,” taking a certain break.
The work also touches on the theme of military operations in Paris. The author recalls Napoleon and the fact that Russian troops had previously defeated the French with defeat - in 1812. This raises the hope that the Parisian winter will weaken his beloved, just as the winter in Russia once weakened Napoleon’s army. He hopes with all his might that sooner or later Tatyana Yakovleva will change her decision and still come to Russia.
The main lyrical character is described in a special way in the work. He looks like a big child, who combines both limitless spiritual strength and defenselessness. The author strives to protect his loved one in a unique way, to surround him with warmth and care.
Mayakovsky explains to the girl the compatibility of personal preferences with public ones, doing it directly and openly. He knows that there is always a choice. But everyone must make this choice themselves, without looking at their surroundings. Vladimir made his choice a long time ago. He cannot imagine his life away from his homeland. Its interests are firmly intertwined with the interests of the young state. For Vladimir there is no difference between personal and public life; he combined everything into one single thing.
The poem traces true sincerity. The poet wants to receive beauty and love not only for himself, but for all of Secular Russia. The author's love is compared to a national debt, the main one of which is to return Tatyana Yakovleva to her homeland. If the main character returns, according to the author, Russia will receive that piece of beauty that has been missing for so long against the backdrop of disease and dirt. It is precisely this that is missing for the revival of the homeland.
Love, according to the poet, is a certain unifying principle. The author believes that it is revolution that can revive its former glory and put an end to conflicts. It should be noted that for the sake of love for a bright future, Mayakovsky was ready to do anything, even step on his own throat.
Before his death, the poet becomes disillusioned with his previous views and beliefs. It was only towards the end of his life that he realized that love has no boundaries, neither in personal preferences nor in social ideas.
The love lyrics of Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky are also not simple and original, like his life and party creativity. The poet had many women who were muses for him, he dedicated his poems to them, but among all of them the most interesting is the Russian emigrant living in Paris - Tatyana Yakovleva.
Their acquaintance occurred in 1928, Mayakovsky almost immediately fell in love with Yakovleva, at the same time offering her his hand and heart, but, most importantly, he was refused, since Tatyana did not want to return to her homeland and chose Paris, not the poet in love. It must be said that she was afraid not without reason, since waves of arrests one after another drowned Russia in blood and shame. She could have been brought to court without the slightest reason, like her husband, because such troubles always hit the whole family.
Returning to Russia, Mayakovsky wrote the well-known sarcastic, piercing and passionate poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva,” where he vividly and furiously expressed his emotions towards his beloved. For example, in the first lines of the poem, Mayakovsky wants to say that he would not trade his native country for anything, emphasizing that he is a patriot. The fever of feeling is unable to break his iron will, but it is heated to the limit.
Paris is not only far away for the poet. He no longer loves “Parisian love” and women who try in every possible way to hide themselves behind silks and cosmetics, but Mayakovsky singles out Tatyana among all of them: “You are the only one as tall as me” - showing her beautiful and desirable, as if proving that she should not be among those unnatural and pitiful.
With all this, Mayakovsky is jealous of Tatiana for Paris, but knows that he cannot offer her anything other than his love, because in Soviet Russia the times have come when hunger, disease and death have equalized all classes. Many people, on the contrary, sought to leave the country, as did the woman who captured his heart. “We need you in Moscow too: there are not enough long-legged people,” Mayakovsky shouts about the desire of Russian people to leave the country, go abroad and live happily ever after. He is offended that the best leave the country and do not leave in vain, not out of an empty whim. What would have happened to this sophisticated aristocrat in her homeland? Endless humiliation from the mere sight of streets filled with misfortunes. Alas, her easy tread cannot be found only at the crossroads of his “big and clumsy hands.”
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The ending is cruel: “Stay and winter, and this is an insult to the general account.” It so happened that the lovers were on opposite sides of the barricades. Mayakovsky makes fun of Tatyana as an ideological opponent, a coward, to whom he disdainfully threw “Stay!”, considering it an insult. Where should she, from Paris, spend the winter in Russian latitudes? However, he still passionately loves a woman in her who has nothing to do with politics. His internal conflict between a free creator and a party poet has escalated to the extreme: Mayakovsky begins to realize what kind of sacrifices he is offering on the altar of the party. For what? The fact that nothing, in essence, changed as a result of the revolutionary struggle. Only the decorations and slogans were reincarnated in other tinsel and falsehood. All the vices of the previous state are inescapable in the new and in any state. Maybe it was Tatyana Yakovleva who gave rise to doubts in him about the correctness of his lonely path.
It is interesting that Tatyana had many suitors, among whom there may have been noble, rich people, but Mayakovsky cannot imagine Yakovleva having dinner with them, and talks about this in his poem. He sees her only next to him and in conclusion writes: “I will still take you someday - alone or together with Paris” - but a year and a half after writing such an ironic and at the same time touching poem, Mayakovsky takes his own life, never getting what he wanted so badly. Perhaps the loss of his beloved marked the beginning of the author’s painful reflection, which undermined his mental health. This makes the poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” even more tragic and sad.
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“Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” is one of the most striking poems in the love lyrics of V.V. Mayakovsky. In form it is a letter, an appeal, a didactic monologue addressed to a specific person - a real person. Tatyana Yakovleva is the poet’s Parisian passion, which happened to him when he visited this city of love in 1928.
This meeting, the flared up feelings, the short but vibrant relationship - everything so deeply excited the poet that he dedicated a very lyrical, but at the same time pathetic poem to them. Since V.V. Mayakovsky had already established himself as a poet-tribune by that time, he could not write only about the personal. In “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” the personal is very sharply and powerfully connected with the public. Thus, this poem about love is often classified as the poet’s civil lyrics.
From the very first lines, the poet does not separate himself and his feelings from the Motherland: in the kiss “the red color of “my republics must burn.” Thus, an amazing metaphor is born when love for a specific person is not separated from love for the Motherland. V.V. Mayakovsky, as a representative of the new, Soviet Russia, is very sarcastic and jealous of all emigrants who left the country, albeit for a variety of reasons. And although “hundreds of millions felt bad” in Russia, the poet believes that she still needs to be loved even as she is.
The poet was happy that he had found a woman worthy of himself: “You are the only one who is as tall as me.” Therefore, he was especially insulted by the fact that Yakovleva refused his offer to return to Russia with him. He felt offended both for himself and for his Motherland, from which he does not separate himself: “It’s not me, but I’m jealous for Soviet Russia.”
V.V. Mayakovsky understood perfectly well that the flower of the Russian nation had traveled far beyond the borders of the Motherland, and their knowledge, skills and talents were so needed by the new Russia. The poet specifically dresses up this idea as a joke: they say that there are not enough “long-legged” people in Moscow. Thus, wounded male pride hides great heartache behind caustic sarcasm.
And although almost the entire poem is imbued with caustic irony and sarcasm, it still ends optimistically: “I will take you sooner – alone or together with Paris.” Thus, the poet makes it clear that his ideals, the ideals of the new Russia, will sooner or later be accepted by the whole world.
Lyrics Vladimir Mayakovsky very unique and particularly original. The fact is that the poet sincerely supported the ideas of socialism and believed that personal happiness cannot be complete and comprehensive without public happiness. These two concepts were so closely intertwined in Mayakovsky’s life that for the sake of love for a woman he would never have betrayed his homeland, but on the contrary he could have done very easily, since he could not imagine his life outside of Russia. Of course, the poet often criticized the shortcomings of Soviet society with his characteristic harshness and straightforwardness, but at the same time he believed that he lived in the best country.
In 1928, Mayakovsky traveled abroad and met in Paris the Russian emigrant Tatyana Yakovleva, who in 1925 came to visit relatives and decided to stay in France forever. The poet fell in love with the beautiful aristocrat and invited her to return to Russia as his legal wife, but was refused. Yakovleva reacted with restraint to Mayakovsky's advances, although she hinted that she was ready to marry the poet if he refused to return to his homeland. Suffering from unrequited feelings and from the realization that one of the few women who understands and feels him so well is not going to part with Paris for his sake, Mayakovsky returned home, after which he sent his chosen one a poetic message - sharp, full of sarcasm and, at the same time, same time, hope.
This work begins with the phrases that the fever of love cannot overshadow the feelings of patriotism, since “the red color of my republics must also burn,” developing this theme, Mayakovsky emphasizes that he does not love “Parisian love,” or rather, Parisian women, who skillfully disguise their true essence behind clothes and cosmetics. At the same time, the poet, turning to Tatyana Yakovleva, emphasizes: “You are the only one who is as tall as me, stand next to my eyebrow,” believing that a native Muscovite who has lived in France for several years compares favorably with cutesy and frivolous Parisians.
Trying to persuade her chosen one to return to Russia, she tells her without embellishment about the socialist way of life, which Tatyana Yakovleva is so persistently trying to erase from her memory. After all, the new Russia is hunger, disease, death and poverty, veiled under equality. Leaving Yakovleva in Paris, the poet experiences an acute feeling of jealousy, as he understands that this long-legged beauty has enough fans even without him, she can afford to travel to Barcelona for Chaliapin’s concerts in the company of the same Russian aristocrats. However, trying to formulate his feelings, the poet admits that “it’s not me, but I am jealous for Soviet Russia.” Thus, Mayakovsky is much more gnawed by resentment that the best of the best are leaving their homeland than ordinary male jealousy, which he is ready to bridle and humble.
The poet understands that besides love, he can offer nothing to the girl who amazed him with her beauty, intelligence and sensitivity. And he knows in advance that he will be refused when he turns to Yakovleva with the words: “Come here, to the crossroads of my large and clumsy hands.” Therefore, the ending of this loving and patriotic message is filled with caustic irony and sarcasm. The poet’s tender feelings are transformed into anger when he addresses his chosen one with the rather rude phrase “Stay and winter, and this is an insult to the general account of the underdog.” By this, the poet wants to emphasize that he considers Yakovleva a traitor not only to himself, but also to his homeland. However, this fact does not at all cool the romantic ardor of the poet, who promises: “I will take you sooner – alone or together with Paris.”
The eternal theme of the lyrics - love - runs through the entire work of Vladimir Mayakovsky, from the early poems to the last unfinished poem “Unfinished”. Treating love as the greatest good, capable of inspiring deeds and work, Mayakovsky wrote: “Love is life, this is the main thing. Poems, deeds, and everything else unfold from it. Love is the heart of everything. If it stops working, everything else dies off, becomes superfluous, unnecessary. But if the heart works, it cannot but manifest itself in everything.” Mayakovsky is characterized by a broad lyrical perception of the world. Personal and social merged in his poetry. And love - the most intimate human experience - in the poet’s poems is always connected with the social feelings of the poet-citizen (poems “I Love”, “About This”, poems “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva”, “Letter to Comrade Kostrov from Paris about the essence of love”).
Mayakovsky's life with all its joys and sorrows, pain, despair - all in his poems. The poet's works tell us about his love, when and what it was like. In Mayakovsky’s early poems, mention of love occurs twice: in the 1913 cycle of lyric poems “I” and the lyric poem “Love.” They talk about love without connection with the poet’s personal experiences. But already in the poem “Cloud in Pants” the poet talks about his unrequited love for Maria, with whom he fell in love in 1914 in Odessa. He described his feelings this way:
Mother!
Your son is beautifully sick!
Mother!
His heart is on fire.
The paths of Maria and Vladimir Mayakovsky diverged. But no more than a year has passed, and his heart is again torn by the pangs of love. His love for Lilya Brik brought him a lot of suffering. His feelings are reflected in the poem “Spine Flute,” written in the fall of 1915. A few years later, already in Soviet times, Mayakovsky wrote one after another the poems “I Love” (1922) and “About This” (1923). In severe despair, reflecting on life and death, he speaks of the paramount meaning of love for him: “It’s scary not to love, horror - don’t dare” - and regrets that the joys of life did not touch him. But at the beginning of 1929 in the magazine "Young Guard" appears "Letter to Comrade Kostrov from Paris about the essence of love." From this poem it is clear that a new love has appeared in the poet's life, that "the hearts of the cold ones have been put to work again! The engine." This was Tatyana Yakovleva, whom Mayakovsky met in Paris in the fall of 1928.
This is how her friends, artist V.I., recalled Mayakovsky’s meeting with Tatyana Yakovleva. Shukhaev and his wife V.F. Shukhaeva: “...They were a wonderful couple. Mayakovsky is very beautiful, big. Tanya is also a beauty - tall, slender, to match him. Mayakovsky gave the impression of a quiet lover. She admired and clearly admired him, was proud of his talent.” In the twenties, since Tatyana was in poor health, her uncle, artist A.E. Yakovlev, who lived in Paris, took his niece to live with him. When Mayakovsky returned to Moscow, Tatyana missed him very much. She wrote to her mother: “He aroused in me a longing for Russia... He is so colossal both physically and morally that after him there is literally a desert. This is the first person who left a mark on my soul... His feelings for me are so strong that it is impossible not to reflect them at least to a small extent.” The poems “Letter to Comrade Kostrov...” and “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” dedicated to Tatyana Yakovleva are imbued with a happy feeling of great, true love.
The poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” was written in November 1928. Mayakovsky's love was never just a personal experience. She inspired him to fight and create, and was embodied in poetic masterpieces imbued with the pathos of the revolution. Here it is said like this:
Is it in the kiss of hands,
lips,
In body trembling
those close to me
red
color
my republics
Same
must
blaze
Pride and affection sound in the lines addressed to the beloved:
You are the only one for me
height level,
stand next to me
with an eyebrow eyebrow,
about this
important evening
tell
humanly.
Mayakovsky writes with slight irony about jealousy as a manifestation of deep love:
Jealousy,
wives,
tears...
well them!
He himself promises not to offend his beloved with jealousy:
...I will bridle
I will humble you
feelings
offspring of the nobility.
Mayakovsky cannot imagine his love being away from his homeland, so he persistently calls Tatyana Yakovleva to Moscow:
We are now
so gentle towards those -
sports
you won’t straighten many, -
you and impudent
are needed in Moscow,
lacks
long-legged.
The end of the poem sounds like a call to respond to his love:
Don't think
just squinting
from under straightened arcs
Come here,
go to the crossroads
my big ones
and clumsy hands.
You can read the poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky on the website. The work was written in the form of an appeal to a Russian emigrant who, after the revolution, left her homeland and lives in Paris, where the poet visited in 1928. The poet had a strong but short-lived feeling with actress Tatyana Yakovleva. The reason for their separation was Yakovleva’s rejection of the new Russia and Mayakovsky’s reluctance to renounce his homeland.
In the poem, unexpectedly, openly and confidentially, two revelations sound: the lyric poet and the citizen poet. They are closely intertwined, and the drama of love is presented through a social drama. In the kiss of lips and hands, the poet sees the red color of the flag of the republics. He tries to throw away empty “sentiments” and tears, from which only, like Viy’s, “the eyelids will swell.” However, this does not deprive the poems of a deeply lyrical coloring. He is frank in describing his vivid feelings for his chosen one, worthy of him and “at the same height,” with whom the Parisian ladies in decorated silks cannot be compared. The poem is permeated with a feeling of pain (which the poet calls jealousy) for Soviet Russia in its difficult period, when typhus is raging, “often licks with a sigh” and a hundred million people feel bad. However, the author of the poetic lines accepts and loves his country as it is, since the feeling of love is “an inexhaustible joy.” The ending of the verse sounds optimistic. The poet is ready to do everything so that the aristocrat Tatyana Yakovleva is not afraid of the cold Moscow snows and typhus, but will take it as a personal insult if she chooses to spend the winter in Paris.
The poem is one of the most original in the poet’s creative arsenal. You can read the text of Mayakovsky’s poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” online during a literature lesson in the classroom. You can download it in its entirety and study at home.
Is it in the kiss of hands,
lips,
in body trembling
those close to me
red
color
my republics
Same
must
blaze.
I do not like
Parisian love:
any female
decorate with silks,
stretching, I doze off,
having said -
tubo –
dogs
brutal passion.
You are the only one for me
height level,
stand next to me
with an eyebrow eyebrow,
give
about this
important evening
tell
humanly.
Five hours,
and from now on
poem
of people
dense forest,
extinct
populated city,
I only hear
whistle dispute
trains to Barcelona.
In the black sky
lightning step,
thunder
swear
in the heavenly drama, -
not a thunderstorm
and this
Just
Jealousy moves mountains.
Stupid words
don't trust raw materials
do not be afraid
this shaking -
I will bridle
I will humble you
feelings
offspring of the nobility.
Passion measles
will come off as a scab,
but joy
inexhaustible,
I'll be there for a long time
I'll just
I speak in poetry.
Jealousy,
wives,
tears…
well them! -
milestones will swell,
fits Viu.
I'm not myself
and I
I'm jealous
for Soviet Russia.
Saw
patches on the shoulders,
their
consumption
licks with a sigh.
What,
we are not to blame -
hundred million
was bad.
We
Now
so gentle towards those -
sports
You won’t straighten out many, -
you and us
are needed in Moscow,
lacks
long-legged.
Not for you,
in the snow
and typhus
walking
with these legs
Here
for caresses
hand them over
at dinners
with oil workers.
Don't think
just squinting
from under straightened arcs.
Come here,
go to the crossroads
my big ones
and clumsy hands.
Do not want?
Stay and winter
and this
insult
We'll reduce it to the general account.
I'm all different
you
someday I'll take it -
one
or together with Paris.