Sergei Yesenin hands of a cute pair of swans. Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin. “The hands of a sweetheart are a pair of swans .... "Hands of a sweetheart - a pair of swans ..." Sergei Yesenin
Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin
Sweet hands - a pair of swans -
Dive into the gold of my hair.
Everything in this world of people
The song of love is sung and repeated.
I sang and I was once far away
And now I sing about the same thing again
That's why I breathe deeply
Tenderness impregnated word.
If you love the soul to the bottom,
The heart will turn into a block of gold,
Only Tehran moon
Will not warm the songs with warmth.
I don't know how to live my life
Whether to burn out in the caresses of the sweet Steps
Or under old age anxiously grieve
About past song courage?
Everything has its own gait:
What is pleasing to the ear, what is to the eye.
If a Persian composes a bad song,
So he is never from Shiraz.
About me and for these songs
Talk like this among people:
He would sing more tenderly and more wonderfully,
Yes, killed a couple of swans.
Driven by an interest in oriental poetry, Yesenin longed to visit Tehran, then Istanbul, but the plans were not destined to come true. The famous Persian cycle was born during the author's stay in the Soviet Caucasus in 1924-1925.
Sergei Yesenin in the Caucasus (center)
The beautiful Shagane has become the central image of the creations, covered with charming and mysterious oriental exoticism. The imaginary Persian woman has a real prototype - the Armenian arithmetic teacher Shagane Talyan, whom the poet met in Batum.
Shagane Talyan
In Persian poems, the image of a swan, traditional for Yesenin's poetics, is endowed with a new meaning. Dating back to numerous legends about the swan-maiden, it is associated with the hands of a beautiful woman, her harmonious and graceful movements. The “swan hands” of an oriental beauty, similar to wings, appear in the text “I have never been to the Bosphorus ...”. In the analyzed work, the expressive image is developed, identified with the charm of the beloved and the captivating power of high feeling.
What does “sweet Step” appear in the eyes of her chosen one? Faithful, delicate and affectionate, able to calm the anxiety in the soul of the lyrical "I". The hero, fascinated and inspired by the bride, composes a song from living, “tenderly impregnated” words - his own contribution to the universal and eternal “song of love”, which serves as the basis of a harmonious world.
The quivering idyllic feeling that connected the lyrical couple is akin to a rare jewel. This idea is emphasized by the golden gamut of color shades, which is the leader in the artistic text. The first mention is associated with a specific characteristic of the appearance of the subject of speech, the second is a component of the allegorical series about the heart and soul, flowery and thoughtful in an oriental way.
The content of the fourth quatrain violates the peaceful intonations that prevailed in the first part. The hero decides to report his doubts. In the depths of his soul, two hypostases are fighting, two important roles - a brave poet and a tender lover. Which one to give away the remaining years? The rhetorical question contains a hint of an answer, as if dictated by an oriental sage: it is ridiculous “in old age” to be sad about the unfulfilled, exchanging fun for despondency.
The internal conflict is resolved in the last quatrain. The lyrical “I” prefers the inner harmony of intimate relationships, the affectionate support of the beloved woman’s hands-swans, to the former “song courage” and a big name.
"Hands of a sweetheart - a pair of swans ..." Sergei Yesenin
Sweet hands - a pair of swans -
Dive into the gold of my hair.
Everything in this world of people
The song of love is sung and repeated.I sang and I was once far away
And now I sing about the same thing again
That's why I breathe deeply
Tenderness impregnated word.If you love the soul to the bottom,
The heart will turn into a block of gold,
Only Tehran moon
Will not warm the songs with warmth.I don't know how to live my life
Whether to burn out in the caresses of the sweet Steps
Or under old age anxiously grieve
About past song courage?Everything has its own gait:
What is pleasing to the ear, what is to the eye.
If a Persian composes a bad song,
So he is never from Shiraz.About me and for these songs
Talk like this among people:
He would sing more tenderly and more wonderfully,
Yes, killed a couple of swans.
Analysis of Yesenin's poem "Hands of a sweetheart - a pair of swans ..."
Driven by an interest in oriental poetry, Yesenin longed to visit Tehran, then Istanbul, but the plans were not destined to come true. The famous Persian cycle was born during the author's stay in the Soviet Caucasus in 1924-1925. The beautiful Shagane has become the central image of the creations, covered with charming and mysterious oriental exoticism. The imaginary Persian woman has a real prototype - the Armenian arithmetic teacher Shagane Talyan, whom the poet met in Batum.
In Persian poems, the image of a swan, traditional for Yesenin's poetics, is endowed with a new meaning. Dating back to numerous legends about the swan-maiden, it is associated with the hands of a beautiful woman, her harmonious and graceful movements. The "swan arms" of an oriental beauty, similar to wings, appear in the text "" In the analyzed work, the expressive image develops, being identified with the charm of the beloved and the captivating power of high feeling.
What does “sweet Step” appear in the eyes of her chosen one? Faithful, delicate and affectionate, able to calm the anxiety in the soul of the lyrical "I". The hero, fascinated and inspired by the bride, composes a song from living, “tenderly saturated” words - his own contribution to the universal and eternal “song of love”, which serves as the basis of a harmonious world.
The quivering idyllic feeling that connected the lyrical couple is akin to a rare jewel. This idea is emphasized by the golden gamut of color shades, which is the leader in the artistic text. The first mention is associated with a specific characteristic of the appearance of the subject of speech, the second is a component of the allegorical series about the heart and soul, flowery and thoughtful in an oriental way.
The content of the fourth quatrain violates the peaceful intonations that prevailed in the first part. The hero decides to report his doubts. In the depths of his soul, two hypostases are fighting, two important roles - a brave poet and a tender lover. Which one to give away the remaining years? The rhetorical question contains a hint of an answer, as if dictated by an oriental sage: it is ridiculous “in old age” to be sad about the unfulfilled, exchanging fun for despondency.
The internal conflict is resolved in the last quatrain. The lyrical “I” prefers the inner harmony of intimate relationships, the affectionate support of the beloved woman’s hands-swans, to the former “song courage” and a big name.
Sergey Yesenin
Sweet hands - a pair of swans -
Dive into the gold of my hair.
Everything in this world of people
The song of love is sung and repeated.
I sang and I was once far away
And now I sing about the same thing again
That's why I breathe deeply
Tenderness impregnated word.
If you love the soul to the bottom,
The heart will become a lump of gold.
Only Tehran moon
Will not warm the songs with warmth.
I don't know how to live my life
Whether to burn out in the caresses of the sweet Steps
Or under old age anxiously grieve
About past song courage?
Everything has its own gait:
What is pleasing to the ear, what is to the eye.
If a Persian composes a bad song,
So he is never from Shiraz.
About me and for these songs
Talk like this among people:
He would sing more tenderly and more wonderfully,
Yes, killed a couple of swans.
Yesenin Sergey Alexandrovich (1895-1925)
Yesenin! golden name. The murdered boy. The genius of the Russian land! None of the Poets who came into this world possessed such spiritual power, charming, all-powerful, soul-grabbing childish openness, moral purity, deep pain-love for the Fatherland! So many tears were shed over his poems, so many human souls sympathized and empathized with every Yesenin line, that if it were calculated, Yesenin's poetry would outweigh any and much more! But this method of evaluation is not available to earthlings. Although one could see from Parnassus - the people have never loved anyone so much! With Yesenin's poems they went to battle in the Patriotic War, for his poems they went to Solovki, his poetry excited souls like no other ... Only the Lord knows about this holy love of the people for their son. Yesenin's portrait is squeezed into wall-mounted family photo frames, put on a shrine on a par with icons ...
And not a single Poet in Russia has yet been exterminated or banned with such frenzy and perseverance as Yesenin! And they forbade, and hushed up, and belittled in dignity, and poured mud on them - and they still do it. Impossible to understand why?
Time has shown: the higher the Poetry with its secret lordship, the more embittered the envious-losers, and the more imitators.
About one more great God's gift of Yesenin - he read his poems as uniquely as he created them. They sounded so in his soul! All that was left was to say it. Everyone was shocked by his reading. Note that great poets have always been able to recite their poems uniquely and by heart - Pushkin and Lermontov... Blok and Gumilyov... Yesenin and Klyuev... Tsvetaeva and Mandelstam... So, young gentlemen, a poet mumbling his lines from a piece of paper from the stage is not a Poet, but an amateur... A poet may not be able to do many things in his life, but not this!
The last poem "Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ..." is another secret of the Poet. In the same 1925 there are other lines: “You don’t know what life is worth living!”
Yes, in the deserted city lanes, not only stray dogs, "smaller brothers", but also big enemies listened to Yesenin's light gait.
We must know the true truth and not forget how childishly his golden head tossed back ... And again his last gasp is heard:
"My dear, good-roshie ..."
