Heart to heart is not riveted if. Heart to heart is not riveted. Compositions on topics

Vladimir Mayakovsky

SERGEY ESENIN

You've gone,
as they say,
into another world.
Emptiness...
Fly crashing into the stars.
No advance for you
no beer.
Sobriety.
No, Yesenin,
this is not a mockery.
In the throat grief is not a laugh.
I see - stirring my hand in a stir,
Own bones swing a bag.
- Stop it! Give up!
Are you out of your mind?
Give to the cheeks
Poured deadly chalk ?!
Well you knew how to bend
That the other in the world did not know how.
Why? What for?
Perplexity crushed.
Critics mutter:
- This wine is ... yes ...
And most importantly, the bows are few,
The result is a lot of beer and wine.
- Say, would you replace the bohemian
By class, class influenced you
And there would be no fights.
Well, does the class thirst pour kvass?
Class - he, too, is not a fool to drink.
Say, you would put one of the cantonments to you -
Become the content of a very gifted.
You would write a hundred lines a day,
Tiring and long, like Doronin.
And in my opinion, such nonsense comes true,
They would have laid hands on themselves before.
It’s better to die from vodka than from boredom!
They will not reveal to us the causes of loss
Neither the loop nor the peppercorn knife.
Maybe there’s ink in Angleterre,
There was no reason to cut veins.
Imitators rejoiced: Encore!
Almost a platoon killed him.
Why increase the number of suicides?
Better increase ink production!
Forever now the tongue in the teeth shuts up.
It is difficult and inappropriate to breed mysteries.
The people, the linguist,
The sonorous apprentice died.
And carry poetry memorial scrap,
From the past from the funeral they’ve hardly altered it.
To the hill stupid rhymes to drive a stake -
Is it really necessary to honor the poet?
The monument has not yet been merged to you - where is it,
Bronze ringing or granite brink? -
And to the memory grids already carried
Dedications and memories rubbish.
Your name in handkerchiefs is scattered,
Your word slobber Sobinov and deduces
Under a dead birch -
"Not a word, oh my friend, nor a puff-o-o-o-o-ha."
Oh, talk differently
With these same with Leonid Leongrinich!
To stand here as a thundering brawler:
- I won’t let you mumble a verse and mash it! -
Stun them with a three-toed whistle
In grandmother and in god mother’s soul!
To spread the mediocre trash
Blowing up the darkness of your jacket sails
To scatter Kogan scatter
Counter mutilation by the mustache peaks.
Rubbish has thinned out so far.
There are many things - just keep up.
You have to redo life first
Remaking - you can chant.
This time is hard for a pen
But you say, cripples and cripples,
Where, when, which great one chose the path,
To protoptanny and easier?
The word is a commander of human power.
March!
To time behind the cores burst.
To the old days, so that the wind carried
Just a mess of hair.
Our planet is not equipped for fun.
It is necessary to wrest the joy from the days to come.
In this life, it is not difficult to die.
Making life is much more difficult.

In March 1912, Akhmatova entered great literature, releasing her first collection, “Evening,” with a circulation of three hundred copies. He was well received by his colleagues and professional critics. The lyrics of the young debutant and the audience fell in love. No wonder her second book, published a couple of years later, enjoyed such popularity. The most insightful people realized that a real revolution took place in Russian culture. A talented woman appeared in poetry with her own voice, who did not hide under a male pseudonym, but acted

Bravely, openly. At the same time, she was not fond of then fashionable decadent movements, continuing for the most part the classical traditions, in particular, laid down by Pushkin.

In the fall of 1910, he left his young wife and went on an African expedition for several months.

In the text under consideration, an echo of the situation in the life of the poetess is heard. The lyrical heroine of the work is not going to keep the man. She places personal freedom above love. In addition, the woman perfectly understands the correctness of the old Russian proverb: "You will not be forcibly sweet." She not only forgives the departing lover, but also wishes him happiness. Her words are heard at the same time sadness and wisdom. At the beginning of the second stanza, the heroine as if protests to an unknown interlocutor: “I do not cry, I do not complain ...”. And then she calmly states that she was not destined to be happy. An abandoned but not lost pride woman does not need the compassionate caresses of her lover. Refusing his kiss, she hints at her quick demise: "... Death will come to kiss."

The poem "Heart to Heart is not riveted ..." belongs to the pen of young Akhmatova - at the time of writing she was a little over 20 years old. At the same time, the wisdom is felt in the work, which is inherent in many who have experienced, seen, felt, and know women who have more than once managed to become disappointed in love and men.

(No ratings yet)

Compositions on topics:

In the spring of 1910, Akhmatova and the Italian artist, sculptor Amedeo Modigliani met in Paris. Twelve months later between young people ...
In 1917 the publishing house “Hyperborea” released the third collection of Akhmatova, known as the “White Pack”, which was quite solid at that time with a circulation of ...
In 1910, Akhmatova married Gumilyov. Just a few months later, he cooled off to his young wife. Shortly after the appearance ...
In April 1910, Akhmatova married Gumilyov. The marriage was the result of long courtship by Nikolai Stepanovich. Love young ...
In April 1921, the publishing house "Petropolis" released the third collection of Akhmatova, called "Plantain" and printed in a thousand copies. IN...
It is generally accepted that the beginning of the literary work of Sergei Yesenin is 1914, when his first poems were published in the magazine Mirok ....
The tale of Antoine de Saint-Exupery “The Little Prince” is amazing. She does not look like a single fairy tale, which I read a lot in my childhood ....

"Heart to heart is not riveted ..." Anna Akhmatova

Heart to heart not riveted
If you want, leave.
A lot of happiness is destined
To those who are free on the way.

I don't cry, I don't complain
I’m not happy to be.
Don't kiss me tired
Death will have to be kissed.

Days of acute yearning lived
Together with a white winter.
Why, why are you
Better than my chosen one?

Analysis of Akhmatova’s poem “Heart to Heart is not riveted ...”

In March 1912, Akhmatova entered great literature, releasing her first collection, Evening, with a circulation of three hundred copies. He was well received by his colleagues and professional critics. The lyrics of the young debutant and the audience fell in love. No wonder her second book, published a couple of years later, enjoyed such popularity. The most insightful people realized that a real revolution took place in Russian culture. A talented woman appeared in poetry with her own voice, who did not hide under a male pseudonym, but acted boldly, openly. At the same time, she was not fond of then fashionable decadent movements, continuing for the most part the classical traditions, in particular, laid down by Pushkin.

Akhmatova’s first collection includes the poem “Heart to Heart is not riveted ...”, dated in the spring of 1911 and related to intimate lyrics. The work was written by a woman who married not so long ago - her marriage with Gumilyov was concluded at the end of April 1910. Nikolai Stepanovich, who had been seeking the love of Anna Andreevna for several years, cooled quickly enough after the wedding. To prove it, even the fact that in the autumn of 1910 he left his young wife and for several months went on an African expedition is sufficient. In the text under consideration, an echo of the situation in the life of the poetess is heard. The lyrical heroine of the work is not going to keep the man. She places personal freedom above love. In addition, the woman perfectly understands the correctness of the old Russian proverb: "You will not be forcibly sweet." She not only forgives the departing lover, but also wishes him happiness. Her words are heard at the same time sadness and wisdom. At the beginning of the second stanza, the heroine as if protests to an unknown interlocutor: "I do not cry, I do not complain ...". And then she calmly states that she was not destined to be happy. An abandoned but not lost pride woman does not need the compassionate caresses of her lover. Refusing his kiss, she hints at her quick demise: "... Death will come to kiss."

Anna Andreevna Akhmatova

Heart to heart not riveted
If you want, leave.
A lot of happiness is destined
To those who are free on the way.

I don't cry, I don't complain
   I’m not happy to be.
   Don't kiss me tired
   Death will have to be kissed.

Days of acute yearning lived
   Together with a white winter.
   Why, why are you
   Better than my chosen one?

Anna Akhmatova and Nikolai Gumilyov

Nikolai Stepanovich, for several years seeking the love of Anna Andreevna, after the wedding quickly cooled to her. To prove it, even the fact that in the autumn of 1910 he left his young wife and for several months went on an African expedition is sufficient.

Nikolay Gumilyov in Africa

In the text under consideration, an echo of the situation in the life of the poetess is heard. The lyrical heroine of the work is not going to keep the man. She places personal freedom above love. In addition, the woman perfectly understands the correctness of the old Russian proverb: "You will not be forcibly sweet." She not only forgives the departing lover, but also wishes him happiness. Her words are heard at the same time sadness and wisdom. At the beginning of the second stanza, the heroine as if protests to an unknown interlocutor: "I do not cry, I do not complain ...". And then she calmly states that she was not destined to be happy. An abandoned but not lost pride woman does not need the compassionate caresses of her lover. Refusing his kiss, she hints at her quick demise: "... Death will come to kiss."