You can't see face to face,
Yesenin S.A.
Yesenin teaches all generations how to live.
Do you remember,
Or maybe you don’t remember
How I was waiting for you,
In the evening silence,
In blind despair
Forgotten and misunderstood
You didn't come
Broke my heart.
Face to face
Can't see faces
Big things can be seen from a distance.
You didn't know how
It's true to wait
Why words and suffering now?
What's the point now?
This anger?
Are your questions not simple?
conquer me
You didn't have to
But I remember those days of yore.
I know,
That's how love is
Always more dangerous than dynamite
When it lights up
Blood of passion,
It will explode, even if you are a monolith.
Love then
She's delighted
When you wild her,
In the lasso as
Your reward
Put the trophy in the dressing table!
Love will destroy
All the obstacles!
Love is the suffering of the soul.
Connected with love
Not true,
When leaning towards love, do not rush.
You found it
In human life.
So don't waste your time.
Live up to
The end of the century
Happy spark of grief!
You can not understand,
Among the terrible turmoil,
In the midst of the struggle
No, not in heaven!
There is an island for you
Maybe not in roses.
Where I'm waiting for you
And I love!
P.S.
Why is poetry preferable to prose?
because in a small literary work
you can put in an entire universe.
Here are examples of such poetry, human dramas and comedies
worthy of Shakespeare's pen, love, fear, loss, betrayal, passion and happiness.
A cycle of poems based on the most famous
Yesenin's works.
Black man, in thunderstorms, in storms, in... Yesenin
The girl will cry tremblingly, nervously! Yesenin!
Sweet, sweet, funny fool. Yesenin!
If it burns, then it burns and burns. Yesenin!
Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy! Yesenin!
Dying is nothing new in this life. Yesenin!
To live is to live like this, to love like this... Yesenin!
We need to live easier, we need to live more simply. Yesenin!
In the photo above REICH ZINAIDA NIKOLAEVNA (1894-1939),
to which this poem is dedicated.
Here is the poem in in full Yesenina S.A.
LETTER TO A WOMAN
Do you remember,
You all remember, of course,
How I stood
Approaching the wall
You walked around the room excitedly
And something sharp
They threw it in my face.
You said:
It's time for us to part
What tormented you
My crazy life
That it's time for you to get down to business,
And my lot is
Roll further down.
Darling!
You didn't love me.
You didn’t know that in the crowd of people
I was like a horse driven into soap,
Spurred by a brave rider.
You didn't know
That I'm in complete smoke,
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I'm tormented because I don't understand -
Where does the fate of events take us?
Face to face
You can't see the face.
Big things can be seen from a distance.
When the sea surface boils,
The ship is in poor condition.
Earth is a ship!
But someone suddenly
Behind new life, new glory
In the thick of storms and blizzards
He directed her majestically.
Well, which of us is the biggest on deck?
Didn’t fall, vomit or swear?
There are few of them, with an experienced soul,
Who remained strong in pitching.
Then I too
To the wild noise
Immature knowledgeable about the job,
He went down into the ship's hold,
So as not to watch people vomit.
That hold was -
Russian pub.
And I leaned over the glass,
So that, without suffering for anyone,
Ruin yourself
In a drunken stupor.
Darling!
I tormented you
You were sad
In the eyes of the tired:
What am I showing off to you?
Wasted himself in scandals.
But you didn't know
What's in the smoke,
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I'm suffering
What I don't understand
Where does the fate of events take us...
..............
Now years have passed,
I'm at a different age.
And I feel and think differently.
And I say over festive wine:
Praise and glory to the helmsman!
Today I
In the shock of tender feelings.
I remembered your sad tiredness.
And now
I'm rushing to tell you,
What was I like
And what happened to me!
Darling!
I'm pleased to say:
I avoided falling off the cliff.
Now in the Soviet side
I am the fiercest travel companion.
I have become the wrong person
Who was he then?
I wouldn't torture you
As it was before.
For the banner of liberty
And good work
I'm ready to go even as far as the English Channel.
Forgive me...
I know: you are not the same -
Do you live
With a serious smart husband;
That you don’t need our toil,
And I myself to you
Not needed one bit.
Live like this
How the star guides you
Under the tabernacle of the renewed canopy.
With greetings,
always remembering you
Your acquaintance
Sergey Yesenin.
Here interesting material about Yesenin women.
Yesenin and his women
The poem above is dedicated to Z.N. Reich, who got married
for the famous director Vsevolod Meyerhold
Zinaida Nikolaevna Reich.
In the summer of 1917, Yesenin and a friend went to the editorial office of the newspaper Delo Naroda, where Sergei met the secretary Zinochka. Zinaida Reich she was a rare beauty. He had never seen anything like it before.
Three months after they met, they got married in a small church near Vologda, sincerely believing that they would live long, happily and die on the same day. Having returned, we settled with Zinaida. Her earnings were enough for two, and she tried to create for Seryozha all the conditions for creativity.
Yesenin was jealous. After drinking, he became simply unbearable, causing ugly scandals for his pregnant wife. He loved in the Russian way: first he beat, and then he lay at his feet, begging for forgiveness.
In 1918, the Yesenin family left Petrograd. Zinaida went to Orel to see her parents to give birth, and Sergei and a friend rented a room in the center of Moscow, where he lived like a bachelor: drinking bouts, women, poetry...
The daughter was born in May 1918. Zinaida named her in honor of Sergei's mother - Tatyana. But when his wife and little Tanya arrived in Moscow, Sergei greeted them in such a way that the very next day Zinaida went back. Then Yesenin asked for forgiveness, they made peace, and scandals began again. After he beat her, who was pregnant with her second child, Zinaida finally ran away from him to her parents. In winter, Zinaida Nikolaevna gave birth to a boy. I asked Yesenin on the phone: “What should I call it?” Yesenin thought and thought, choosing not literary name, and said: "Constantine." After baptism I realized: “Damn it, Balmont’s name is Konstantin.” I didn’t go to see my son. Noticing me on the Rostov platform talking with Reich, Yesenin described a semicircle on his heels and, jumping onto the rail, walked towards reverse side... Zinaida Nikolaevna asked: “Tell Seryozha that I’m going with Kostya. He hasn’t seen him. Let him come in and take a look. If he doesn’t want to meet me, I can leave the compartment.” Yesenin nevertheless went into the compartment to look at his son. Looking at the boy, he said that he was black, and Yesenins are not black." Later, someone also recalled that Z. Reich, already living with Meyerhold, demanded money from Yesenin for their daughter’s education.
Subsequently, Zinaida became an actress in the theater of the famous director Vsevolod Meyerhold. On October 2, 1921, the people's court of Orel ruled to dissolve Yesenin's marriage to Reich; she married Meyerhold. The famous director raised Kostya and Tanechka, and Yesenin carried their photograph in his breast pocket as proof of his love for children.
| You remember, you all, of course, remember how I stood, approaching the wall, you excitedly walked around the room and threw something sharp at my face. You said: It’s time for us to part, That you’ve been tormented by My crazy life, That it’s time for you to get down to business, And my destiny is to roll on, down. Darling! You didn't love me. You didn’t know that in the crowd of people I was like a horse driven into the soap, spurred by a brave rider. You didn’t know that I was in complete smoke, in a life torn apart by a storm. That’s why I’m tormented because I don’t understand - Where the fate of events is taking us. Face to face You can't see your face. Big things can be seen from a distance. When the sea surface boils, the ship is in a deplorable state. Earth is a ship! But someone suddenly, for a new life, a new glory, majestically directed Her into the thick of storms and blizzards. Well, who among us on the deck didn’t fall, vomit or swear? There are few of them, with an experienced soul, Who remained strong in the swing. Then I too, Under the wild noise, But maturely knowing the work, I went down into the ship's hold, So as not to watch human vomit. That hold was a Russian tavern. And I bent over the glass, So that, without suffering for anyone, I could ruin myself in a drunken stupor. Darling! I tormented you, You had melancholy In your tired eyes: That I was showing off in front of you Wasting myself in scandals. But you didn’t know that in complete smoke, in a life torn apart by a storm, that’s why I suffer, because I don’t understand where the fate of events is taking us... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Now the years have passed, I am at a different age. And I feel and think differently. And I say over festive wine: Praise and glory to the helmsman! Today I am in the shock of tender feelings. I remembered your sad tiredness. And now I’m rushing to tell you what I was like and what happened to me! Darling! It’s nice for me to say: I avoided falling from the cliff. Now in Soviet side I am the fiercest travel companion. I am not who I was then. I wouldn't torture you like I did before. For the banner of freedom and bright labor I am ready to go even to the English Channel. Forgive me... I know: you are not the same - You live with a serious, intelligent husband; That you don’t need our toil, And you don’t need me myself one bit. Live as the star leads you, Under the tabernacle of the renewed canopy. With greetings, your acquaintance Sergei Yesenin, who always remembers you. 1924 |
Notes
Autograph unknown. Yesenin's manuscript, which was the primary source of publication in West East, was apparently lost in 1926-1927. (for more information, see the commentary to “Homeless Rus'” - p. 413 of this volume).
Printed on the embankment. copy (excerpt from Page owls) with clarification of Art. 41 (“Immaturely knowing the work” instead of “But maturely knowing the work”) according to other copies Page. owls (In the set from which Page Sov. was replicated, the letter “e” had a defect, as a result of which its imprint on paper could often be mistaken for “o”. Therefore, in a number of copies of Page Sov. (including the one used as a sample copy) in article 41 “Letters to a Woman” the words “Not mature” look like “But mature.” This last marking was reproduced from a sample copy in Collected articles, 2, p. 133, and then - in most of Yesenin’s books published in the 1926-1990s. The exception was some publications prepared by S.P. Koshechkin (starting with the book: Yesenin S. Splash of Blue Shower. M., 1975). Printed article 41 with the word “immature”, S.P. Koshechkin relied primarily on the judgment of N.K. Verzhbitsky, who was an employee of the “Dawn of the East” in 1924 and was related to the first publication of “Letters to a Woman” (see book N. Verzhbitsky "Meetings with Yesenin: Memoirs", Tbilisi, 1961, p. 101). For the clear text of Article 41 with “not mature”, see, for example, one of the copies of Page Sov., available in the book depository of the Russian state library(code Z 73/220)) and all other sources. Dated according to Collection. art., 2.
In a letter dated December 20, 1924, Yesenin asked G.A. Benislavskaya: “How do you like “Letter to a Woman?” Her answer was contained in a counter letter dated December 25: “Letter to a Woman” - I went crazy about it. And I still rave about it - how good it is!” (Letters, 262). On December 27, 1924, she wrote again: “And “Letter to a Woman” - I still walk under this impression. I reread it and can’t get enough” (Letters, 264).
Printed responses to “Letter to a Woman” were few. Anonymous reviewer R. sov. saw in it (as well as in the “Letter from Mother”) only “rhetorical explanations” (“Krasnaya Gazeta”, vech. issue, L., 1925, July 28, No. 185; clipping - Tetr. GLM), while V.A. Krasilnikov called the “Letter...” “an autobiographical confession” (magazine “Knigonosha”, M., 1925, No. 26, July 31, p. 17). Several critics spoke about the poet’s “fierce travel companion”. If V. Lipkovsky wrote that “in the era of the dictatorship of the proletariat, the fierce struggle for complete victory on the ideological front it is dangerous to remain only a fellow traveler, even a “furious one”” (Z. Vost., 1925, February 20, No. 809; clipping - Tetr. GLM), then I.T. Filippov (magazine “Lava”, Rostov -on-Don, 1925, No. 2/3, August, (in the region: July-August), p. 73) and A.Ya. Tsingovatov reacted to this statement by Yesenin with sympathy. The latter prefaced Yesenin’s words about himself as a “fierce fellow traveler” with the following reasoning: “You won’t surprise anyone with recognition of Soviet reality in 1924, and yet Yesenin’s “recognition” has its own social meaning: after all, Yesenin is the poet of that generation of peasant middle peasant youth who were taken by surprise was captured by the revolution, was unsettled, wavered between the Greens and the Reds, between the Makhnovshchina and Bolshevism, rushed between the kulaks and the poor, revealing its unstable two-faced nature, and now, having entered into mature age <...>, calmed down, thought better of it, took the path of fellow travel and cooperation, with the zeal of finally seeing the light” (magazine “Komsomoliya”, M., 1925, No. 7, October, p. 61).
V. Lipkovsky drew attention to the musicality of many poems placed in Page. Sov.; in particular, regarding “Letter to a Woman” he wrote: “... with the graphic outline of poetry he<Есенин>emphasizes their melodic essence, kindly indicating to his reader where he should pause, kindly guiding his intonation<приведены начальные семь строк „Письма...“>"(Z. Vost., 1925, February 20, No. 809; clipping - Tetr. GLM).
Speaking at an evening dedicated to Yesenin, Meyerhold, Lunacharsky (Moscow, Central house actor, December 1967), E.A. Yesenina testified that the addressee of the “Letter to a Woman” was ex-wife poet, Z.N. Reich (recording of the speech is in the archive of Y.L. Prokushev). Zinaida Nikolaevna Reich(1894-1939) in 1924 she was an actress at the State Theater. Sun. Meyerhold (GosTIM) and the wife of his leader.
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Literary scholars attribute this message to a completely new round in the work of Sergei Yesenin, when he rethinks his views on life and the future of the country. Addressing the woman, the poet reflects on the future of both himself and the country. And these lines are addressed to Yesenin’s only real wife, from whom he asks for forgiveness...
Sergei Yesenin’s touching poem “Letter to a Woman” is dedicated to his wife Zinaida Reich. The poet left her, succumbing to a fleeting passion when she was expecting her second child. Divorce crippled the woman, and she for a long time was treated in a clinic for the mentally ill. And only in 1922 Zinaida Reich married director Vsevolod Meyerhold. It was he who took responsibility for Yesenin’s children.
However, Yesenin himself blamed his wife for the divorce, claiming that it was she who insisted on breaking off the relationship. According to the poet’s friends, he never forgave Zinaida because she lied to him and said that before the wedding she had no connections with men. Because of this lie, I was unable to gain confidence in her.
But one way or another, in 1924 Yesenin was visited by repentance, and he asked for forgiveness from his ex-wife in poetic lines...
And in 1924 he writes famous poem, in which he asks for forgiveness from his ex-wife.
Do you remember,
You all remember, of course,
How I stood
Approaching the wall
You walked around the room excitedly
And something sharp
They threw it in my face.
You said:
It's time for us to part
What tormented you
My crazy life
That it's time for you to get down to business,
And my lot is
Roll further down.
Darling!
You didn't love me.
You didn’t know that in the crowd of people
I was like a horse driven into soap,
Spurred by a brave rider.
You didn't know
That I'm in complete smoke,
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I'm tormented because I don't understand -
Where does the fate of events take us?
Face to face
You can't see the face.
Big things can be seen from a distance.
When the sea surface boils -
The ship is in poor condition.
Earth is a ship!
But someone suddenly
For a new life, new glory
In the thick of storms and blizzards
He directed her majestically.
Well, which of us is the biggest on deck?
Didn’t fall, vomit or swear?
There are few of them, with an experienced soul,
Who remained strong in pitching.
Then I too
To the wild noise
But maturely knowing the work,
He went down into the ship's hold,
So as not to watch people vomit.
That hold was -
Russian pub.
And I leaned over the glass,
So that, without suffering for anyone,
Ruin yourself
In a drunken stupor.
Darling!
I tormented you
You were sad
In the eyes of the tired:
What am I showing off to you?
Wasted himself in scandals.
But you didn't know
What's in the smoke,
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I'm suffering
What I don't understand
Where does the fate of events take us...
Now the years have passed.
I'm at a different age.
And I feel and think differently.
And I say over festive wine:
Praise and glory to the helmsman!
Today I
In the shock of tender feelings.
I remembered your sad tiredness.
And now
I'm rushing to tell you,
What I was like
And what happened to me!
Darling!
I'm pleased to say:
I avoided falling off the cliff.
Now in the Soviet side
I am the fiercest travel companion.
I have become the wrong person
Who was he then?
I wouldn't torture you
As it was before.
For the banner of liberty
And good work
I'm ready to go even to the English Channel.
Forgive me...
I know: you are not the same -
Do you live
With a serious, intelligent husband;
That you don’t need our toil,
And I myself to you
Not needed one bit.
Live like this
How the star guides you
Under the tabernacle of the renewed canopy.
With greetings,
always remembering you
Your acquaintance
Sergey Yesenin.
And today, they remain a mystery for literary scholars and historians.
This poem was written in 1924, although the events that the poet recalls took place in 1919. The break with his wife, Zinaida Reich, marked the beginning of a new period love lyrics poet. Their relationship entered a sad phase of dramatic experiences, and they poured into poetry. Without naming a name, the poet dedicated “Letter to a Woman” to Zinaida Reich. The poem has a melodious melody and romance lyricism. It has not only the first, lexical meaning. With the help of various artistic means Yesenin creates a figurative and philosophical level of the poetic world. It was during this period that the poet’s skill grew; biblical images and religious symbols.
Sergey Yesenin
Letter to a woman
Do you remember,
Of course, you all remember
How I stood
Approaching the wall
You walked around the room excitedly
And something sharp
They threw it in my face.
You said:
It's time for us to part
What tormented you
My crazy life
That it's time for you to get down to business,
And my lot is
Roll further down.
Darling!
You didn't love me.
You didn’t know that in the crowd of people
I was like a horse driven into soap,
Spurred by a brave rider...................
Read by V. Aksenov
Reich Zinaida
On June 21, 1894, Zinaida Nikolaevna Reich was born in Odessa - a talented theater actress, the wife of Sergei Yesenin and Vsevolod Meyerhold. Sergei Yesenin was a great poet. Vsevolod Meyerhold was a great director. Zinaida Reich is the prima of his theater. In order to get an idea of their place in national culture, It's enough. There is another story - private, personal, hidden. It is she who determines actions and destinies: love for a woman becomes the personification of love for revolution (or passion for new forms in art). This story has its own coordinates: Zinaida Reich was the wife of Sergei Yesenin and the second wife of Vsevolod Meyerhold. Behind this - love and betrayal, broken destinies, madness, rebirth to a new life. And the great performances into which everything was transformed. How talented an actress she turned out to be is no longer important. Her extraordinary life was full of secrets, her terrible death shocked her contemporaries... ice.