Online reading of the book collection of poems scarlet darkness in the heavenly black. The poem "scarlet darkness in the heavenly black" Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich Heavenly black
Scarlet darkness in the sky black
He drew the line with fire.
I have come to your vespers,
Field wilderness.
My cat is not easy,
But the eyes are blue of the day.
I know mother earth blueberries
We are all close relatives.
We parted into the distance and wide
Under the azure wing.
But will call us from the psalter
Dawn dawn psalm.
And we will come across the plains
To the truth of the sewn cross
By the light of Dove's book
Drink your mouth.
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Notes
When published in "Scythians" (collection 2, 1918) the text of the final stanza was significantly revised, which changed the meaning of the poem. The main thought was about the “truth of the sewn cross”, about the possibility to comprehend the truth, to know the secret through the light of the Pigeon Book. This was evidently influenced by the influence on Yesenin N. A. Klyuev, which was then growing a lot at that time, and peasant life as the embodiment of enduring, eternal values, about peasant labor as a kind of prayer service and ritual action (“Red stubble is like a book ...”, etc.).
Pigeon book - one of the most frequently sung spiritual verses by Kaliki. It told how, by God's permission, the Pigeon Book fell out, in which the secret of the origin of the world and man, the entire earthly and heavenly establishment was revealed. Yesenin writes about the Pigeon Book in The Keys of Mary.
It's evening. Dew Where the cabbage beds Winter sings - haunts Under a wreath of forest chamomile Dark night, can't sleep Tanyusha was good, there was no more beautiful in the village, Behind the mountains, behind the yellow valleys Again spread patterned Play, play, talyanochka, raspberry furs. IMITATION OF THE SONG The scarlet light of dawn wove out on the lake. Matushka walked through the woods to the bathhouse, The reeds rustled over the backwater. Trinity morning, the morning canon, A cloud tied lace in a grove, A flood of smoke Throws bird cherry snow, Bagels hang on the wattle fences, KALIKI The evening smoked, a cat dozes on a beam, Beloved land! My heart is dreaming I’ll go to the skufje as a humble monk The Lord came to torture people in love, AUTUMN The winds don’t shower the forests, IN THE HOUSE Along the village, along the crooked path Goy you, Russia, my dear, I’m a shepherd, my chambers are my side, side, The melted clay dries, I smell God's rainbow - Prayers are walking along the road, You are my abandoned land, The drought of the seeding has drowned out, The black howl that smells of sweat! Swamps and swamps, Behind the dark strand of copses, In the land where the yellow nettles I am here again, in native family Do not wander, do not crush in the crimson bushes The road was thinking about the red evening, The night and the field, and the cry of the roosters ... O the edge of rains and bad weather, THE DOVE The silver-ringing bell, Hewn drogs sang, It was not in vain that the winds blew, COW Under the red elm porch and yard, herd THE MISSING MONTH About merry comrades, Spring is not like joy, Scarlet darkness in the black of heaven Farewell, dear forest, The mountain ash has reddened, Your voice is invisible, like smoke in a hut. Furtively in moonlight lace Where mystery always slumbers, Clouds from the foal FOX O Russia, flap your wings, I'll look in the field, I'll look at the sky - It's not the clouds roam behind the barn Wake me up early tomorrow, Where are you, where are you, father's house, Oh Mother of God, O arable lands, arable lands, arable lands, The fields are compressed, the groves are bare, Green hairstyle I am delirious through the first snow, Silvery road, Open to me, guardian beyond the clouds, Oh, I believe, I believe, there is happiness! Songs, songs, what are you screaming about? Here it is, stupid happiness I danced, wept the spring rain, Oh muse, my flexible friend, I am the last poet of the village My soul is sad about heaven, I'm tired of living in my native land Oh God, God, this depth - I left my dear home, It's good for the autumn freshness SONG ABOUT THE DOG The golden leaves are spinning Now my love is not the same In autumn, the owl roars SONG ABOUT BREAD THE HOOLIGAN All living things have a special purpose Mysterious world, my ancient world, Are you my side, my side! Do not swear. Such a thing! I do not regret, I do not call, I do not cry, I will not deceive myself, Yes! Now it's decided. No return Drinking here again, fighting and crying Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom... Sing, sing. On the accursed guitar This street is familiar to me, Young years with hammered glory, A LETTER TO MOTHER I have never been so tired. Now do not scatter this sadness. I have only one fun left: fire blue, You are as simple as everyone else, Let you be drunk by others, Darling, let's sit next to me, I'm sad to look at you, You don't torment me with coolness Evening black eyebrows sniffled. We are now leaving little by little PUSHKIN Low house with blue shutters, SON OF A BITCH Golden grove dissuaded Blue May. A glowing warmth. TO KACHALOV'S DOG Unspeakable, blue, tender... SONG Dawn calls out to another, Well, kiss me, kiss me, Farewell, Baku! I won't see you. I see a dream. The road is black. The feather grass is sleeping. Dear plain, I will not return to my father's house, Above the window is a month. Under the window wind. Bless each work, good luck! It can be seen that this has been done forever - The leaves are falling, the leaves are falling. Burn, my star, do not fall. Life is a deception with charming longing, Rash, talyanka, loudly, rash, talyanka, boldly I have never seen such beautiful ones Oh, how many cats in the world You sing me that song that before In this world I am only a passer-by PERSIAN MOTIVES Oh, you sleigh ! And horses, horses! The snow jam is crushed and pricked, You hear - the sleigh is rushing, you hear - the sleigh is rushing. Blue jacket. Blue eyes. The snow twirls briskly, In the blue evening, in the moonlit evening Do not twist your smile, pulling your hands, Poor writer, is it you Blue fog. Snow expanse, The wind whistles, the silver wind, Small forests. Steppe and gave. Flowers tell me - goodbye, Addition1
Scarlet darkness in the sky black
He drew the line with fire.
I have come to your vespers,
Field wilderness.
My cat is not easy,
But the eyes are blue of the day.
I know mother earth blueberries
We are all close relatives.
We parted into the distance and wide
Under the azure wing.
But will call us from the psalter
Dawn dawn psalm.
And we will come across the plains
To the truth of the sewn cross
By the light of a dove book
Drink your mouth.
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- The magical darkness embraced the land of the night, Lonely, under the yoke of fatigue, I fell asleep; deep was the healing sleep, And the dreams were beautiful. The dark threats to life have fallen silent; I dreamed... I don't remember what I dreamed...
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