Friendship also has feelings.
But even then, when tribal enmity passes throughout the entire planet, lies and sadness disappear, I will sing with all my being in the poet the sixth part of the earth with the short name “Rus”.
You walk not along a path, but along a road, not counting the joyful days, but don’t touch innocent girls, don’t lure unspoiled beauties.
Out of my utter absurdity, I let her into my soul, and now I can only think about stupid things.
Joy is given to the rude. Sorrow is given to the tender.
Again, melancholy and grief covered my heart, soul and body like a veil, again anxiety, blood and sweat smelled from somewhere far away.
Only in separation can you see a person well.
For the sake of the future, we need to tie up with the past.
There is something beautiful about summer, and with summer there is something beautiful about us.
Distance opens your eyes to real values that are simply not noticed up close.
In bad weather, storms and the cold of life, with heavy losses, melancholy and sad, appearing happy and businesslike is not just theater, it is also art.
It all starts with a look. Always.
I probably have too much warmth in me, since I always meet cold people.
Dying is nothing new to us, like a speck of dust in the sun. Life is also not easy for us, let’s drink it to the bottom.
Thin people know how to have fun much less; they are created to a greater extent for suffering.
I don’t want to be surprised and rejoice, but I wouldn’t want to rot in the wilderness either; I invite you to my estate with regret to the origins of the Russian unsullied soul.
Learn to hate mortally, then you will learn to love.
It always seemed strange to me to build golden churches, but for dinner you couldn’t even find a crust of bread for a child.
If you want to worship the dead, then do not poison the living with that dream.
In fact, the greatest talent in our life is to constantly be in a good mood and at the same time be as simple as a copper coin.
Our existence may be a deception, but how beautiful it is...
To me, everything is beautiful in summer.
But even then
When in the whole planet
The tribal feud will pass,
Lies and sadness will disappear, -
I will chant
With the whole being in the poet
Sixth of the land
With a short name “Rus”.
We are deceived so many times that the heart really needs to get used to it.
You need to live to rejoice, not to yearn.
The simpler you treat everything, the easier it is to accept life.
Don't give anyone who you're happy with.
Sadness has embraced me tenderly, and melancholy emanates as before.
Life is insignificant and unpleasant when there is an ominous atmosphere and anxiety all around. The rich man's joy is drowned out by loud groans and human cries bursting out from under the ground. Joy will return again when the cries for help subside, and grief and misfortune are forever pushed far beyond the horizon.
No one and nothing can resist time.
Whom should I feel sorry for? After all, everyone in the world is a wanderer. He will pass, come in and leave the house again.
Time even crumbles stone.
It’s hard to surprise with anything, because everything has already happened: life and death.
To live is to live, to love is to fall in love.
He who has loved cannot love; he who has burned out cannot be set on fire.
And the month will float and float,
Dropping oars across the lakes,
And Rus' will still live the same way,
Dance and cry at the fence.
If it burns, then it burns, burning.
May you be blessed forever, That you have come to flourish and die.
There are many injustices in life.
Quotes from Yesenin
I don’t regret, I don’t call you, I don’t cry at all. After all, everything will dissipate like smoke from white apple trees.
Silence cannot be learned from people. The ability to remain silent can only be learned from stars, distant and faceless.
No guarantee is required from love; joy and misfortune are known with it.
He kissed her as if her lips were oxygen.
What is life worth if on your road there are only stinking corpses and purulent wounds, and you don’t notice your sorrowful tears behind your wealth.
We need to live easier, we need to live more simply, accepting everything that is in the world.
People in this world are only guests, sooner or later they leave.
In this life, dying is not new, but living, of course, is not new.
I'd like to have you stuffed in the garden,
Scare the crows.
Tormented me to the bone
From all sides.
Living with your soul wide open is like walking with your fly open.
Kiss and walk in moonlit gold.
Don't fall in love, honey, love is a lost cause.
In thunderstorms, in storms,
Into everyday shame,
In case of bereavement
And when you're sad
Seem smiling and simple -
The highest art in the world.
And no matter what path you choose, let all the virgins through, don’t touch them, because the magical innocence of beauty knows nothing about fire.
Singing about love is never easy, especially if you are in love with your Motherland, a woman, or even a birch tree that grows under your window. This is called love of life. This is exactly what Sergei Yesenin’s quotes are about. In every line of the author's poems one can hear anguish, a groan, a cry, and passion. It’s as if the poet wants the “deaf” to hear him, to hear and feel what he himself feels.
- Quotes about love and why did it mean so much in the poet’s work?
- The most famous sayings and aphorisms of Yesenin, presented in our collection.
- The eternal youth of the writer's creativity.
The great poet subtly noticed things that seem ordinary to many. But at the same time, Sergei Yesenin was able to tell in such a way that everyday life fell away from familiar concepts, things and situations, like husks. And the reader has already seen the true essence of the subject. And this metamorphosis of consciousness was mesmerizing, like magic!
The meaning of love in the poet's works is great. Everything the lyricist wrote about is imbued with a gentle and strong quality. It is everywhere, in the relationship between a man and a woman, in admiring the swan beauty of a sweetheart’s hands, in the whirling of golden foliage, and even in the friendly squeeze of Jim’s paw. These and many other quotes about love, like a mirror, reflect the breadth of soul that the writer had.
His love extended so widely that it touched everything that surrounded the great poet. It was with love that he wrote, devoting lines to a woman, and also: about life; about the Motherland; and about Russia.
Love is a bath, you need to either dive headfirst or not get into the water at all. If you wander along the shore in knee-deep water, you will only be splashed with splashes and you will be cold and angry.
Know how to hate mortally, then you will learn to love...
Live with your soul wide open- it’s like walking with your fly open.
No guarantee is required from love,
With her they know joy and sorrow.
I would forget the taverns forever, and I would give up writing poetry, just to subtly touch your hand and your hair the color of autumn.
There's probably too much in me heat,
Since I always meet cold ones.
It seemed that everything had meaning for him, everything had meaning and was designed to awaken in us warmth and passion for what surrounds us. There is nothing better than love. And the author clearly showed this in his poems. Readers seem to be infected with a virus of tenderness and affection. Such power is possessed by the words and aphorisms of Yesenin, the poet of the village, benches and bird cherry trees, lands of rain and bad weather, all that is recognized to be called the Motherland.
Our collection of Yesenin’s most interesting quotes contains a golden reserve of the poet’s most beloved sayings. These catchphrases have long spread around the world and won respect for Russian poetry. The lines, like fabulous bluebirds, soar easily, giving people warm emotional sadness and dreams.
While pride wins, people are losing each other.
Love doesn't last for three years,
Love doesn't live for three days.
Love lasts just as long
How long do two people want her to live?
Don't give it to anyone with whom are you happy?
I'd like to have you stuffed in the garden,
Scare the crows.
Tormented me to the bone
From all sides.
We are given love only once how it is impossible to die twice.
I asked the money changer today,
What does a ruble give for half a fog?
How to tell me for the beautiful Lala
Tender “I love” in Persian?
And the money changer answered me briefly:
They don't talk about love in words,
They sigh about love only furtively,
Yes, the eyes are burning like yachts.
Each quote, woven from the words of the author, is the sound of rain, the light of a blue star, simple and stupid happiness. These strong figurative expressions take us on their wings to the land of dreams, where everything is so simple: there is the happiness that the soul so longs for, and there is a path to it. A winding path runs from childhood enthusiasm and is lost around the bend of a mature appreciation of life. This is exactly what our favorite author talks about so simply and clearly with nostalgia for all that is good.
Whoever loved is the one cannot love
You can't set fire to someone who's burned out.
Everyone's talking“I want a simple one,” but no one will choose a chamomile among roses.
Light up the stove bed bed,
There is a blizzard in my heart without you.
Works that glorify nature, beauty and love will never age. Yesenin chose such an eternal theme. He dedicated his best statements and creations to what is really important in the life of any person. That is why the author’s lyrics will always be modern.
How much goodness the reader draws from the pictures that the author draws, using imagination as a brush and his talent as paint. His short but apt expressions reach the goal and awaken not only the imagination, but also the feelings. Everything that Yesenin said was conveyed in an emotional background, rhythm and sincerity.
In thunderstorms, in storms, in everyday shame,
during bereavements and when you are sad,
appear smiling and simple
- the highest art in the world.
Face to face- you can’t see the face: the big one is seen from a distance.
I am a true friend and a terrible enemy, depending on who, when and how!
our life- a sheet and a bed.
Our life is a kiss and a whirlwind.
Learn to laugh when you're sad.
Learn to be sad when it's funny.
Know how to appear indifferent when your soul is completely different.
If there are no flowers in the middle of winter, so there is no need to be sad about them.
Love for a woman may pass, love for the Motherland never will.
It's difficult to sing about feelings. But the great bard succeeded. It’s as if he put music and eternity into the basis of his creations. They will always exist and will never fade.
In this life, dying is not new, but living, of course, is not new.
(life death)
If you touch the passions in a person, then, of course, you will not find the truth.
(passion, truth)
The dominion of the dollar ate away all desires for any complex issues in them. The American is completely immersed in “Business” and does not want to know the rest.
(USA)
You are strange and funny people! They lived their whole century as beggars and built temples of God.
How absurd our whole life is. She distorts us from the cradle, and instead of truly true people, some monsters come out.
(life)
He who has loved cannot love; he who has burned out cannot be set on fire.
I want to be quiet and strict. I learn from the stars by silence.
ABOUT! These Americans. They are an indestructible moth. Today he is in rags, and tomorrow he is a golden king.
(USA)
Time even crumbles stone.
(time)
Joy is given to the rough, sorrow is given to the gentle.
Face to face, you can't see the face. Big things can be seen from a distance.
(face, distance)
Christ is perfection for me. But I don't believe in him as much as others. Do they believe out of fear of what will happen after death? And I am pure and holy, as a person gifted with a bright mind and a noble soul, as a model in the pursuit of love for one’s neighbor.
If it burns, then it burns and burns.
You need to live easier, you need to live more simply, accepting everything that is in the world.
And the month will float and float,
Dropping oars across the lakes...
And Rus' will still live the same way,
Dance and cry at the fence.
In thunderstorms, in storms,
Into everyday shame,
In case of bereavement
And when you're sad
Seem smiling and simple -
The highest art in the world.
The protest remains alive.
Only those in the graveyards are silent,
Who is wearing a strong stone and a cross.
In a country covered in blizzard
And by fire
bad horse
The thief will not take you away.
Dying is nothing new in this life,
But life, of course, is not newer.
Your equality is a deception and a lie.
Old nasal organ
This world of ideological deeds and words.
It's a good bait for fools,
Scoundrels - a decent catch.
Waxed the heart of Cain's complaints
You can't get to compassion.
That's how we will bloom too
And let’s make some noise like guests of the garden...
If there are no flowers in the middle of winter,
So there is no need to be sad about them.
– mill with wing
Drops behind the village
Moon pendulum in rye
It rains unseen for hours.
All of us, all of us in this world are perishable,
Copper quietly flows from the maple leaves...
May you be blessed forever,
What has come to flourish and die.
Everything in this world is made of people
The song of love is sung and repeated.
Hamlet rebelled against lies
In which the royal court was brewing.
But if he lived now,
He would be a bandit and a thief.
The years have flown by
Years change faces -
Another one on them
The light is falling.
Goy, my dear Rus',
The huts are in the robes of the image.
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Joy is given to the rude.
Sorrow is given to the tender.
I need nothing,
I don't feel sorry for anyone.
The poet's gift is to caress and scribble,
There is a fatal stamp on it.
If there were no hell and heaven,
The man himself would have invented them.
There is a bright joy under the canopy of bushes
Cry about the past of our native shores
And, caressing the first gray hair on your forehead,
Blame fate with pleasant pain.
Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy,
That's why she's so strong
That with your rough hand
Fatal writes letters.
We need to live easier, we need to live more simply,
All accepting what is in the world.
You know? People are all with an animal soul -
That bear, that fox, that wolf,
And life is a big forest,
Where the dawn rushes like a red horseman.
You need strong, strong fangs.
And we have a stock exchange cesspool
Spreads its acrid smoke.
It won't be new to anyone,
What's in the Kremlin buffers
Claws cling to Ilyinka
Broker, broker, broker...
Everyone pays their mite with their mite,
Revenge is whelping with bloody puppies.
He who loved cannot love,
You can't set fire to someone who's burned out.
Someone teaches us and asks
Comprehend and measure.
We did not come to destroy the world,
And to love and believe!
You can't see face to face.
Big things can be seen from a distance.
People honor customs as science,
But what's the point and good of that?
If many people blow their nose loudly into their hand,
And others must wear a handkerchief.
I'm scared - it's passing,
Like youth and like love.
The one who asks for joy is not strong,
Only the proud live in strength.
But since the devils were nesting in the soul,
This means that angels lived in it.
But an embittered heart will never get lost...
But tell me, tell me
Do people really not have a stern grip?
Pull the knives out of your boots
And stick them into the master's shoulder blades?
Oh, I believe, I believe, there is happiness!
The sun hasn't gone out yet.
Dawn with a red prayer book
Prophesies good news.
They don't talk about love in words,
They sigh about love only furtively,
Yes, the eyes are burning like yachts.
No guarantee is required from love,
With her they know joy and sorrow.
Songs, songs, what are you shouting about?
Or do you have nothing more to give?
A kiss has no name
A kiss is not an inscription on coffins.
Kisses blow like red roses,
Melting like petals on your lips.
Poets are not given money.
Happy is he who is miserable in joy,
Living without friend and enemy,
Will pass along a country road,
Praying on the haystacks and haystacks.
So are we! The bloody feet have grown into the huts,
What do we need the first row of cut grass?
They just wouldn't get to us,
If only we could
If only ours
They didn’t squint their heads like a daisy.
Those who don't need anything
There is only one thing in the world that you can regret.
We only live once, only once!
Youth shines only once, like a month in your native province.
Only that swimmer
Who, having hardened
In the struggles of the soul,
Finally opened to the world
Land never seen by anyone.
I want to measure the ends of the earth,
Trusting a ghostly star,
And believe in the happiness of your neighbor
In the ringing rye furrow.
A man in this world is not a log house,
You can’t always rebuild from scratch...
What others?
A pack of hungry beggars.
They do not care…
In this world unwashed
human soul
They decorate with rubles,
And if it's criminal to be a bandit here,
That's no more criminal
What to be a king...
I know -
Time even crumbles stone.
I didn't know that love is an infection
I didn't know that love was a plague.
I have now completely given up on a lot of things,
And especially from the state,
Like an idle thought,
Because I realized
That it's all a contract
Treaty of animals of different colors.
The house where the poet was born. Personification. E. Lebedeva. Rural primary school. Check yourself. State Museum-Reserve. Fragrant bird cherry. Yesenin's creativity. Metaphor. Physical education minute. A. Shevelev. Put the emphasis correctly. Thrift. Speech warm-up. Sergey Yesenin. Monument to S. Yesenin. Born in the Ryazan province. Vocabulary work. Levitan. The first book of poems. Big things can be seen from a distance.
“The poem “Anna Snegina”” - Conversation on issues. The history of the creation of the poem "Anna Snegina". How does the lyrical hero see the past? Statements about Yesenin. How is the attitude towards the war expressed? Lydia Kashina. A traditional theme for Russian literature. Anna Sardanovskaya. What are the moods of the poet’s fellow countrymen? How do the author and the lyrical hero relate? Moral and philosophical sound of the poem “Anna Snegina”. Epigraph for the lesson. Behind the mountains, behind the yellow valleys.
“Yesenin “Cheryomukha”” - S. Yesenin. Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin. Poems about nature. White birch. Familiarize students with the biography of S. Yesenin. Physical education minute. The stream is singing. The first book of poems by Sergei Yesenin. Speech warm-up. Poem. Bird cherry. A dilapidated hut. Read expressively.
“Yesenin’s poem “Anna Snegina”” - Language of the poem. The idea of the poem. Men's wars. Prototype of Anna Snegina. The action of "Anna Snegina". main topic. Miller. A.S. Pushkin. Poem "Anna Snegina". Man. L. I. Kashina. Letter. Olga Snegina. Epic plan. Poet. Pugachev. Mikhailovskoe. The epic theme of the poem. Yesenin read “Anna Snegina”. Anna Sardanovskaya. Nickname. Eugene Onegin. Earth. Pron Ogloblin. Anna Snegina. Character. The theme of the imperialist and fratricidal civil war.
“Do not wander, do not crush in the scarlet bushes” - “Do not wander, do not crush in the scarlet bushes...”. The subtle name melted away like a sound. Epithet. Alliteration. Preliminary task. Vocabulary work. The impression of perfection. Image of nature. Reading a poem. Let the blue evening whisper to me sometimes. What mood is in the poem? Conversation on issues. Words for color.
“Poem “Porosh”” - Winter fairy-tale landscape. Riddles that the poet thought about as a child. The slow fall of snow creates a fabulous picture. The poem "Porosh". Be healthy. Native nature in poems of 20th century poets. Physical exercise. Warm up. Movement helps convey words. Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin 1895-1925. Arrange words that indicate the movement of snow. LH feels nature. Alliteration. Why are crows gray?