My Favourite Poet Sergey Esenin (1895 – 1925) Author: German Nikita Form 11 Sergey Aleksandrovich Yesenin was born on October 3, 1895 in the village of Konstantinovo of the Ryazan province in a country family. The boy was brought up in a religious family of his grandfather. He began writing poems at the age of nine. The first of them were about the life in the countryside, farms and animals. They are full of love and anxious attitude toward all living things and have special artistic formation. Esenin's Father and Mother • While being a teenager, Yesenin began to write about love too. Already the first love poems are very picturesque, musical, full of subtle lyricism. • “Scarlet light of sunset shows up on the lake. Grouses are crying in the wood, awake. Hidden in a hollow, cries an oriole. I don’t feel like crying, brightness in my soul. You’ll come out to meet me later in the day, We’ll sit down there under stack of hay…” • His deliberate creative work started at 16 or 17. • The first Yesenin’s book was published in 1916. It was called “Radunitsa”. Yesenin became one of the most famous poets in those days for his touching poesy about simple life and love. • Later he came to St. Petersburg and was given a warm welcome there. The first men he saw were Blok and Gorodetsky. Gorodetsky acquainted Yesenin with Kluyev, and despite the seeming discord and lack of agreement, they made great friends. At around that time he entered the University where he spent a year and a half. I do believe in happiness! The sun has not yet faded. Rays Of sunrise like a book of prayers Predict the happy news. Oh yes! I do believe in happiness! Ring , golden Russia, carry on, Oh blow you wind, so unabated! Blessed is the one who celebrated Your shepherd’s sadness, hope forlorn. Ring, golden Russia, carry on! I love the wild impetuous streams, The shine of stars upon the water. The blessed dejection, crying quarter, The blessing people and extremes Of roaring wild impetuous streams. Among all poets Yesenin liked Blok, Bely and Kluyev best. Bely gave him a lot in the way of form, while Blok and Kluyev taught him lyricism. It is known that Alexander Blok tried his best to promote Sergey Yesenin as a poet. • At first Yesenin was sure that the October Revolution would be an incitement for a better life and he supported it but later he was disappointed. Yesenin occasionally criticized the Bolshevik rules in his works. • In 1921 he made the acquaintance of Isadora Duncan. She did not speak Russian and Sergey did not know foreign languages. But in 1922 they married. He accompanied Isadora on a tour of Europe and the USA but the marriage was not long and in 1923 he came back to Moscow. • The last 2 years of his life Yesenin was addicted to drink but at the same time he wrote some of his best poems. On December 28, 1925 Yesenin was found hanged in the Leningrad hotel "Angleterre". His last poem — "Good-bye, my friend, good-bye …" — was written in that hotel with his own blood, because, according to his friends’ words, Yesenin complained that there was no ink in his room.. According to the official version, Yesenin committed suicide being in heavy depression… • The great poet was buried on December 31, 1925 in Moscow Vagankovskoye cemetery. •Why do I like Sergey Yesenin’s poetry? •To my mind, he is the only Russian poet of the 20th century who from the very first poetic collections acted as the thin lyric poet, the master of deeply psychological landscape, the singer of Russia, the expert on national language and national soul. Russia was his love and his life. •His poems are full of melody and a great number of them became songs and romances. • Very often I ask myself: “Was Yesenin happy? What made him commit suicide being so young, so talented and so famous among people? Did he really do it? Was he so unsatisfied with his life?” …I’m afraid nobody can give an exact answer to all the questions… Nobody except Yesenin himself… …But we’ll always read his poems- so beautiful, thoughtful, unforgettable, full of love- and enjoy them… “The snow is whirling lively and strong, A three horse sleigh is dashing along. Some young ones are in the sleigh. Oh Boy! Where is my happiness? Where is my joy? All has slipped by through the storm in this way, Dashing like mad in a three horse sleigh.” S. Yesenin October,1925 Thanks for your attention!