Caress and hug in the crafty passion of the kiss. I can’t ... ”S. Yesenin. “What a night! I can’t ... "Sergey Yesenin

“What a night! I can’t ... "Sergey Yesenin

What a night! I cant.
  I can’t sleep. Such a moon.
  Still as if to the shore
  In the soul of lost youth.

Girlfriend of chilled years
  Don't call the game love
  May this moonlight be better
  It flows to me at the head of the bed.

Let the distorted features
  He outlines boldly, -
  'Cause you can't stop loving
  How to fall in love, you failed.

You can only love only once
  That's why you are a stranger to me,
  That lindens in vain beckon us
  In the snowdrifts feet immersing.

'Cause I know and you know
  What is the moonlight blue in this reflection
  There are no flowers on these lindens -
  On these lime trees snow and hoarfrost.

What we loved a long time ago
  You are not me, but I am different
  And we both don't care
  Playing love is inexpensive.

But caress and hug
  In the crafty passion of a kiss
  May my heart forever dream of May
  And the one that I love forever.

Analysis of Yesenin’s poem “What a night!” I cant…"

In the last year of his life, Sergei Yesenin no longer hid his feelings and openly wrote about what was piling on his soul. Perhaps for this reason, he moved farther and farther away from his colleagues, who, for the sake of the new government, glorified collectivization and advocated building socialism. Yesenin was so far from all this that he repeatedly became the object of criticism. However, this did not bother him at all, because the poet foresaw his imminent death. He understood that the destruction of the soul would certainly be followed by physical death, and until that moment very little time remained.

About a month before his death, Yesenin wrote the poem “What a night! I can’t ... ”, in which he mentally returned to his past and suddenly clearly realized that he couldn’t change anything in his own life. He repeatedly tried to escape from himself and even married a third time, trying to get rid of the oppressive feeling of loneliness. However, he soon realized that his marriage to Sofia Tolstoy was a mistake. It is the relationship with this woman that the poem is dedicated to, in which the poet without concealment admits that "we loved for a long time, you are not me, but I am different." He is not trying to find the answer to the question, why then exactly at this moment is next to a woman who is completely indifferent to him. But at the same time he understands that the young wife does not need him at all, and her simulated tenderness is as deceiving and false as linden trees outside the window, on the branches of which instead of fragrant flowers lies the first November snow.

“You can only love only once, that’s why you are a stranger to me,” the poet admits, but at the same time he cannot and does not want to force himself to break this vicious circle and change his own life. Yesenin does not see the point of doing this, believing that it is much simpler and more habitual to “play inexpensive love” than to try to truly love. And on this night, when the memories of youth flooded over him again, the poet dreams of only one thing: "May my heart always dream of May and the one that I love forever."

Who is this mysterious stranger? History is silent, although there are many versions about who exactly is the secret lady of the poet's heart. The fact that not one of the former wives is one of them is obvious. Researchers of Yesenin’s life and work are inclined to believe that this is about Anna Sardanovskaya, in whom the poet was in love with youth, but could not admit this to his chosen one. Subsequently, Sardanovskaya married and died during childbirth, which Yesenin found out only a few years after her death.

  What a night! I cant.
I can’t sleep. Such a moon.
Still as if to the shore
In the soul of lost youth.
Girlfriend of chilled years
Don't call the game love
May this moonlight be better
It flows to me at the head of the bed.
Let the distorted features
He outlines boldly, -
'Cause you can't stop loving
How to fall in love, you failed.
You can only love only once
That's why you are a stranger to me,
That lindens in vain beckon us
In the snowdrifts feet immersing.
'Cause I know and you know
What is the moonlight blue in this reflection
There are no flowers on these lindens -
On these lime trees snow and hoarfrost.
What we loved a long time ago
You are not me, but I am different
And we both don't care
Playing love is inexpensive.
But caress and hug
In the crafty passion of a kiss
May my heart forever dream of May
And the one that I love forever.

***
Well, kiss me, kiss me
Even to blood, even to pain.
Out of tune with a cold will
Boiling water of heart jets.

Overturned mug
Among the cheerful is not for us.
Understand my girlfriend
On earth they live only once!

Take a calm look
Look: in the damp gloom
A month like a yellow raven
Spins, curls above the ground.

Well, kiss it! So I want.
A song of decay sang to me.
Evidently I sensed my death
One who climbs in the sky.

Fading force!
Die so die!
Until the death of the lips cute
I would like to kiss.

So that all the time in blue naps,
Not ashamed and not melting
In the gentle rustle of bird cherry
It was heard: "I am yours."

And let the light over the full mug
Light foam did not go out -
Drink and sing, my girlfriend:
On earth they live only once!

***
Don't look at me reproachfully
  Don't look at me reproachfully
I do not melt contempt
But I love your gaze
And thy crafty meekness.
Yes you seem to me prostrate
And perhaps I’m glad to see
Like a fox pretending to be dead
He catches ravens and ravens.
Well, then what, catch me, I’m not afraid.
Just as if your ardor had not gone out?
To my chilled soul
Stumbled upon such more than once.
I don't love you dear
You are only an echo, only a shadow.
I have another dream in your face
Which has eyes - a dove.
May she not look meek
And perhaps it’s seemingly cold,
But she is a stately gait
Shook my soul to the bottom.
You’ll hardly be so mad
And you do not want to go, but you go
Well, you don’t even lie in your heart
A drunken affectionate lie.
But still, despising you,
I will be embarrassed to open forever:
If there weren’t hell and paradise,
They would have been invented by man himself.

***
Letter to a woman
  You remember,
You all, of course, remember
How i stood
Approaching the wall
Excitedly you walked around the room
And something sharp
They threw it in my face.
You said:
We gotta break up
What tormented you
My crazy life
What time do you have to get down to business
And my destiny is
Roll on down.
Darling
You did not love me.
You did not know that in a host of men
I was like a horse driven in soap
Spurred by a bold rider.
You did not know
That I'm in continuous smoke
In a life torn apart by a storm
From that I am tormented that I do not understand -
Where the rock of events takes us.
Face to face
Faces do not see.

Great seen in the distance.
When the sea is boiling -
The ship is in poor condition.
Earth is a ship!
But someone suddenly
Behind a new life, a new glory
Into the thicket of storms and blizzards
She directed it majestically.

Well, who among us on the deck is big
Did not fall, do not puke, and did not swear?
They are few, with an experienced soul,
Who remained strong in pitching.

Then me too
To the wild noise
But ripe knowledgeable job,
Descended into the ship’s hold
So as not to watch human vomiting.

That hold was -
Russian tavern.
And I bent over a glass
So that without suffering about anyone
Ruin yourself
In a drunken stupor.

Darling
I tortured you
You had a longing
In the eyes of the tired:
What am I showing you
Wasted himself in scandals.
But you didn’t know
What's in all the smoke
In a life torn apart by a storm
From that I suffer
I don’t understand
Where does the rock of events take us ...

Now the years have passed.
I'm in a different age.
And I feel and think differently.
And I say for the festive wine:
Praise and glory to the helmsman!
Today I
In a blow of tender feelings.
I remembered your sad fatigue.
And now
I let you race
What i was like
And what happened to me!

Darling
Nice to say to me:
I avoided falling from the steep.
Now in the Soviet side
I am the most furious companion.
I became not the one
Who was then.
I wouldn’t torment you
As it was before.
For the banner of liberty
And bright work
Ready to go even to the English Channel.
Forgive me ...
I know you are not the one
You live
With a serious, smart husband;
That you don’t need our maya,
And I myself to you
Not a bit needed.
Live like that
How does a star lead you
Under the tabernacle of an updated canopy.
Greetings
Remembering you always
Your friend
Sergey Yesenin.

***
You don't love me, don't regret me
Am I not a little handsome?
Not looking in the face
I put my hands on my shoulders.

Young, with a sensual grin,
I'm not gentle and rude with you.
Tell me how many you caressed?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?

I know - they passed like shadows
Without touching your fire
To many you knelt
And now you’re sitting here with me.

May your eyes be half closed
And you think of someone else
I don’t really love you myself
Drowning in a distant road.

Do not call this ardor fate
Easily thoughtful short-tempered relationship, -
How by chance I met you
I smile, calmly dispersing.

Yes, and you will go your way
Spray joyless days
Only do not touch the kissed,
Only do not mannered?

And when with another down the lane
You will pass chatting about love
Maybe I'll go for a walk
And we will meet with you again.

Turning shoulders closer to the other
And leaning down a little
You will tell me quietly: "Good evening!"
I will answer: "Good evening, miss."

And nothing will disturb the soul
And nothing will thrill her, -
He who loves cannot love,
Who burned, you will not set fire to it.

***
Get away from the window

Do not go to me under the window
And don't trample the green grass
I stopped loving you for a long time,
But do not cry, but calmly be silent.
I pity you with all my soul
What do you care about my beauty?
Why don't you give me peace
And why are you so tormented?
I won’t be yours anyway
I don't love anyone now
I don’t love, but I regret you
Get away from my window!
Forget that I was yours
That madly in love with you
I don’t love now, but I regret it -
Stand back and do not torment me.

***
Hands cute - a pair of swans -
My hair dives in gold.
Everything in this world from people
A song of love is sung and repeated.

Sang and I once far away
And now I sing about the same thing again
Therefore, it breathes deeply
A softly soaked word.

If you love the soul to the bottom,
The heart will become lumpy gold
Tehran moon only
Do not warm the song with warmth.

I don’t know how to live my life:
Whether to burn in the caresses of cute Steps
Ile under old age to tremble anxiously
About the past song courage?

Everything has its own gait:
What is pleasing to the ear, what is for the eye.
If a Persian makes a bad song,
So, he is forever not from Shiraz.

About me and for these songs
Speak like this among people:
He would sing softer and more wonderful
Yes, a couple of swans ruined.

***
I remember, love, I remember
The shine of your hair.
Not joyful and not easy for me
Lead you off.

I remember the autumn nights
Birch rustle of shadows
May the days be shorter then
The moon shone for us longer.
I remember you telling me:
"The blue years will pass,
And you will forget my dear
With me forever. "
Today blooming linden
I reminded my feelings again
How gently then I rained
Flowers on a curly lock.
And my heart, not getting ready to cool,
And sad another loving
Like a favorite story
On the other, I remember you.

***
My former wound settled -
Drunk nonsense does not gnaw at my heart.
Tehran blue flowers
I am flying them now in a teahouse.
The teahouse himself with round shoulders,
To be famous before the Russian teahouse,
Treats me with red tea
Instead of strong vodka and wine.
Help, master, but not really.
Many roses bloom in your garden.
Not without reason, my eyes blinked,
Squeezing the black veil.
We are spring girls in Russia
We don’t hold on the chain like dogs
Learning to kiss without money
Without dagger tricks and fights.
Well, this one for the movement of the camp,
That face is like a dawn
I will give a shawl from Horossan
And I will give a Shiraz carpet.
Pour it, master, stronger tea
I won’t lie to you forever.
I am responsible for myself now
I can’t answer for you.
And you don’t look at the door very much,
Anyway, there is a gate in the garden ...
Not without reason, my eyes blinked,
Squeezing the black veil.

***
I'm sad to see you
What a pain, what a pity!
Know only willow copper
We stayed with you in September.

Foreign lips smashed
Your warmth and awe of the body.
As if the rain is drizzling
With a soul, a little dead.

Well! I am not afraid of him.
Another joy was revealed to me.
Cause nothing is left
As soon as yellow decay and dampness.

After all, I did not save myself
For a quiet life, for smiles.
So few roads traveled
So many mistakes made.

Funny life, funny frustration.
So it was and so will be after.
Like a cemetery dotted with garden
In the birches, gnawed bones.

We will bloom in the same way
And we will fade as guests of the garden ...
If there are no flowers in the middle of winter,
So do not be sad about them.

***
You left and you won’t come back to me
You forgot my corner
And now you're laughing at another
Hiding in a white shawl.
I'm sad and bored and sorry
Uncomfortably my fireplace burns.
But the crumpled violet in the book
All of the past says happiness.

***
  Swans and do not look for a trace.
  You looked to me forever.

With red berry juice on the skin,
  Tender, beautiful, was
  You look like pink at sunset
  And, like snow, radiant and bright.

The grains of your eyes crumbled, wilted,
  The subtle name melted like a sound
  But stayed in the folds of a crumpled shawl
  The smell of honey from innocent hands.

In a quiet hour, when the dawn is on the roof,
  Like a kitten, paws his mouth
  Mild talk about you I hear
  Water singers with wind honeycombs.

Let the blue evening whisper to me sometimes
  That you were a song and a dream
  All who invented your flexible camp and shoulders -
  He put his mouth to a bright secret.

Do not wander, do not crumple in crimson bushes
  Swans and do not look for a trace.
  With a sheaf of your oatmeal hair
  You looked to me forever.

***
Don’t torture me with cool
And don't ask how old I am
Obsessed with a heavy lap,
I became a soul, like a yellow skeleton.
There was a time when from the suburbs
I dreamed like a boy - in smoke
That I will be rich and famous
And that I will be loved by all.
Yes! I am rich, rich with abundance.
There was a cylinder, but now it is gone.
Only one shirt shirt left
With a fashionable pair of battered anklets.
And my fame is no worse
From Moscow to Paris Rag
My name is terrifying
Like a loud scolding.
And love, isn’t it a funny thing?
You kiss, and your lips are like tin.
I know my feeling is overripe
And yours will not be able to blossom.
It’s too early for me to grieve
Well, if there is sadness - it does not matter!
Gold your braids in the mounds
Young noise quinoa.
I would like to go to that place again
So that under the noise of a young quinoa
Drown forever in the unknown
And dream like a boy - in smoke.
But dream of something else, something new
Incomprehensible land and grass
What can not be expressed to the heart with a word
And name the person.

***
There was a blue fire
My darlings forgot.


I was all - like a neglected garden,
He was avid for women and potions.
Loved to drink and dance
And lose your life without looking back.
I would only look at you
Seeing the eye is a golden brown whirlpool,
And so, not loving the past,
You could not leave to another.
A gentle, lightweight mill
If you knew with a stubborn heart,
How a bully can love
How can he be submissive.
I would have forgotten the taverns forever
And write poetry would be abandoned.
Only touch the hand subtly
And your hair color in the fall.
I'd follow you forever
At least in their own, at least in strangers gave ...
The first time I started singing about love
For the first time I deny scandal.

***
Blue jacket. Blue eyes.
I didn’t say any truth to my dear.
Sweetheart asked: "Is the blizzard spinning?
Flood the stove, make the bed. "
I replied dear: "Today from a height
Someone showers white flowers.
Flood the stove, bed the bed
I have a blizzard in my heart without you. "

***
Shagane, you are mine, Shagane!

I am ready to tell you the field,
About wavy rye under the moon.
Shagane, you are mine, Shagane.

Because I'm from the north, or something,
That the moon is a hundred times bigger there
No matter how beautiful Shiraz is,
He is no better than Ryazan expanses.
Because I'm from the north, or something.

I am ready to tell you the field,
I took this hair from rye
If you want, knit a finger -
I do not feel any pain.
I am ready to tell you the field.

About wavy rye under the moon
Guess my curls.
Honey, joke, smile
Do not wake only the memory in me
About wavy rye under the moon.

Shagane, you are mine, Shagane!
There, in the north, a girl too,
She looks terribly like you
Maybe he thinks of me ...
Shagane, you are mine, Shagane.

***
You cried in the evening silence
And bitter tears fell to the ground
And it was hard and so sad for me.
And yet we did not understand each other.
You sped away to distant lands
And all dreams faded without color
And again, I alone remained
Suffer soul without affection and greetings.
And often I have an evening meal
I go to places of treasured date,
And in my dreams I see your sweet image
And I hear the melancholy sobs in silence.

***
Spring is not like joy
  Spring is not like joy
And there is no yellow sand from the sun.
Your weathered skin
Buckwheat fluff was getting better.
At the blue watering hole
On the wide-swan
We swore we'll be two
And do not leave nowhere.
Censer dark and evening skinny
Twisting in a fiery thread
I walked you to the grove
To your parent's hut.
And long - long in a drowsiness unsteady
I could not tear my face
When you with a gentle smile
Waving me a hat from the porch.

***
It’s clear that it’s forever established -
By thirty years old
Stronger, burnt cripples,
We keep in touch with life.

Honey, I'll be thirty soon
And the earth is sweeter to me every day.
That’s why my heart began to dream
That I burn with pink fire.

Kohl burn, burn so burning
And not without reason in lime blossom
I took out the ring from the parrot -
A sign that together we burn.

The gypsy put that ring on me.
Taking it off my hand, I gave it to you
And now that the barrel organ is sad
I can’t help but not shy.

In the head a swamp wandering whirlpool,
And there is frost and gloom in the heart:
Maybe someone else
Did you give it away with a laugh?

Maybe kissing before dawn
He asks you himself
Like a funny, stupid poet
You brought sensual verses.

Well, well then! This wound will pass.
Only bitterly see the edge of life.
For the first time such a bully
Deceived the damned parrot.

***
Let you drink to others
But I have left, I have left
Your hair glass smoke
And the eye is autumn fatigue.
Oh, the age of autumn! He to me
More expensive than youth and summer.
You began to like you twice
The imagination of the poet.
I never lie in my heart
And therefore, to the voice of swagger
I can say without fear
That I say goodbye to hooliganism.
It's time to part with a naughty
And rebellious courage.
Another heart has drunk
Blood is a sobering braga.
And knocked on my window
September with a crimson willow branch,
That I was ready and met
His coming is leisurely.
Now I make peace with a lot
Without coercion, without loss.
Russia seems to me different.
Other - cemeteries and huts.
Transparent i look around
And I see whether there, here, somewhere,
That you are alone, sister and friend
Could be a companion of the poet.
That I alone could you
Brought up in constancy,
Singing about the twilight of roads
And the outgoing hooliganism.

What a night! I cant.
  I can’t sleep. Such a moon.
  Still as if to the shore
  In the soul of lost youth.

Girlfriend of chilled years
  Don't call the game love
  May this moonlight be better
  It flows to me at the head of the bed.

Let the distorted features
  He outlines boldly, -
  'Cause you can't stop loving
  How to fall in love, you failed.

You can only love only once
  That's why you are a stranger to me,
  That lindens in vain beckon us
  In the snowdrifts feet immersing.

'Cause I know and you know
  What is the moonlight blue in this reflection
  There are no flowers on these lindens -
  On these lime trees snow and hoarfrost.

What we loved a long time ago
  You are not me, but I am different
  And we both don't care
  Playing love is inexpensive.

But caress and hug
  In the crafty passion of a kiss
  May my heart forever dream of May
  And the one that I love forever.

Analysis of the poem “What a night! I can’t ... "Yesenina

The last years of Yesenin's life are marked by a deepest emotional crisis. The poet painfully sought a way out of this difficult situation. In an effort to isolate himself from problems, he found solace in alcohol and promiscuous love affairs. S. Tolstaya, the granddaughter of the great writer, could become a real salvation for Yesenin. They met at the beginning of 1925. At first glance, Tolstaya fell madly in love with the scandalous poet, who reciprocated her. Yesenin appreciated how attentive and caring the woman was to him. He hoped that with her help he could get rid of his addiction and finally find peace. But even a joint life and the official conclusion of marriage have not changed much. A sober and fruitful lifestyle alternated with the poet with days of heavy drinking bouts. After one of the worst in November 1925, Yesenin, under pressure from his wife and close friends, went to a psychiatric clinic for treatment. In it, he wrote the poem “What a night! I can’t ... ”, which is dedicated to S. Tolstoy. The poet suffers from insomnia and reflects on his feelings for his wife.

Contemporaries recalled that Tolstaya idolized the poet. Many discouraged her from marriage, indicating that Yesenin was already incorrigible. But she hoped for the strength of her love, which would bring both of them happiness. In the poem, the poet addresses his last wife with very bitter and offensive words for her. He admits that this whole wedding venture was just a game from the start. Yesenin knew how much the woman was devoted to him. Therefore, he declares that she will no longer be able to stop loving him. At the same time, he considers her feeling unreal ("you did not know how to love"). The poet expresses the idea that love for a person comes "only once" in life. About his countless novels and so is known. Tolstaya was also married at the time she met Yesenin.

The poet traditionally refers to the images of nature. The couple created in their imagination an illusory picture of the new spring, associated with the May call of linden. But the "moonlight" dispelled this fantastic image, showing that on the lindens "not flowers", but only "snow and hoarfrost." Therefore Yesenin calls his last love "inexpensive." Taking his wife’s hot caresses, he still turns to the past in his soul. In the finale, the poet hints that he is still betrayed by his first and only love. Probably, he means A. Sardanovskaya.