Sergey Yesenin night. "What night! I can't ... "S. Jenin

What night! I can not.
Do not sleep to me. Such a moon.
As if shore
In the soul lost youth.

Girlfriend cooling years
Do not call the game of love,
Let this moonlight be better
To me rushes to the headboard.

Let distorted traits
He facilitates boldly, -
After all, it is not possible to sob
How to love you failed.

You can only love once
That's why you are someone else's
That linden is in vain,
In the legs of the feet plunging.

After all, I know and you know you
What's in this highlight lunar, blue
On these lips are not flowers -
On these linden snow and frost.

That we have long ago,
You are not me, and I am another,
And both of us anyway
Play love is inexpensive.

But still caress and hug
In the lucavo passion kiss,
Let the heart ever dream of May
And the one that I love forever.

Analysis of the poem "What night! I can't ... "Yesenina

The last years of Yesenin's life is marked by the deepest mental crisis. The poet is painfully looking for a way out of this difficult situation. In an effort to breathe out of problems, he found consolation in alcohol and disorderly love connections. This salvation could be S. Thick - granddaughter of the Great Writer. They met at the beginning of 1925. Tolstaya at first glance fell in love with a scandalous poet, who replied to her reciprocity. Yesenin estimated that the woman reacted with him with what attention and care. He hoped that with her help would be able to get rid of his destructive habit and finally find peace. But even living together And the official conclusion of marriage has changed little. A sober and fruitful lifestyle kneaded from the poet with the days of heavy swallows. After one of the most terrible in November 1925, Yesenin under pressure from spouses and close friends lay for treatment in a psychiatric clinic. In it, he wrote a poem "What night! I can not ... ", which is dedicated to S. Tolstoy. The poet suffers from insomnia and reflects on his feelings to his wife.

Contemporaries remembered that the thick poet's bastvine. Many discouraged her from marriage, pointing that Yesenin would already be incorporated. But she hoped for the power of her love, which would bring them both happiness. In the poem, the poet appeals to his last wife with very bitter and offensive for her words. He admits that all this idea with a wedding from the very beginning was just a game. Yesenin knew how much a woman was predicted. Therefore, he declares that she can no longer be able to sob. At the same time, he considers her feeling to be unreal ("you failed to love"). The poet expresses the idea that love for a person comes "only once" in life. About his countless novels and so well. Thick at the time of acquaintance with Yesenin was also married.

The poet traditionally appeals to the images of nature. The spouses created in their imagination the illusory picture of the new spring associated with the May call of Lip. But the "Moonlight" dispelled this fantastic look, showing that on linden "not flowers", but only "snow and frost." Therefore, Yesenin calls his last love "inexpensive." Taking the wife's hot caress, he still turns to the past. In the final, the poet hints that so far is devoted to his first and only love. Probably, he means A. Sardanovskaya.

"What night! I can't ... "Sergey Yesenin

What night! I can not.
Do not sleep to me. Such a moon.
As if shore
In the soul lost youth.

Girlfriend cooling years
Do not call the game of love,
Let this moonlight be better
To me rushes to the headboard.

Let distorted traits
He facilitates boldly, -
After all, it is not possible to sob
How to love you failed.

You can only love once
That's why you are someone else's
That linden is in vain,
In the legs of the feet plunging.

After all, I know and you know you
What's in this highlight lunar, blue
On these lips are not flowers -
On these linden snow and frost.

That we have long ago,
You are not me, and I am another,
And both of us anyway
Play love is inexpensive.

But still caress and hug
In the lucavo passion kiss,
Let the heart ever dream of May
And the one that I love forever.

Analysis of the poem of Yesenin "What night! I can not…"

IN last year Life Sergey Yesenin no longer hid his senses and openly wrote about what he was in his soul. Probably for this reason, he continued further and further from his colleagues, who in favor of the new government glorified collectivization and advocated the construction of socialism. Yesenin was so far from all this, which was repeatedly becoming an object of criticism. However, this did not bother him at all, because the poet premeditated his ambulance. He understood that the destruction of the soul certainly follows physical death, and up to this point there is quite a bit of time.

About a month before the death of Yesenin, wrote a poem "What night! I can't ... ", in which mentally returned to his past and suddenly clearly realized that nothing could change anything in his own life. He repeatedly tried to escape from himself and even married himself for the third time, trying to get rid of the oppressive feeling of loneliness. However, very soon realized that his marriage with Sofia Tolstoy was a mistake. It is a relationship with this woman and a poem is dedicated to the poem, in which the poet without a fortune admits that "we have dug a long time ago, you are not me, and I am another." He does not try to find an answer to the question why then it is at this moment next to a woman who is completely indifferent to him. But at the same time he understands that he doesn't need a young spouse at all, and her talked tenderness is also deceptive and fake, like linden outside the window, on the branches of which instead of fragrant flowers lies the first November snow.

"You can only love once if you are alien to me," the poet admits me, however, it cannot and does not want to force himself to break this vicious circle and change his own life. Yes, and it makes sense to do this Yesenin does not see, considering that it is much easier and more familiar to "play in an inexpensive love" than to try to truly love. And on this night, when the memories of youth again flooded him, the poet dreams only about one thing: "Let the heart ever dream of May and the one that I love forever."

Who is this mysterious unfamiliar? The story is silent, although there are many versions about who exactly the secret lady of the heart of the poet. The fact that their number does not belong not to one of the former wives are obvious. Essenin's life and creativity researchers tend to believe that this is about Anna Sardanovskaya, in which the poet was in love with his youth, but could not confess to his chosen one. Subsequently, Sardanovskaya married and died at the time of childbirth, what Yesenin learned only a few years after her death.

"What night! I can't ... "Sergey Yesenin

What night! I can not.

Do not sleep to me. Such a moon.

As if shore

In the soul lost youth.

Girlfriend cooling years

Do not call the game of love,

Let this moonlight be better

To me rushes to the headboard.

Let distorted traits

He facilitates boldly, -

After all, it is not possible to sob

How to love you failed.

You can only love once

That's why you are someone else's

That linden is in vain,

In the legs of the feet plunging.

After all, I know and you know you

What's in this highlight lunar, blue

On these lips are not flowers -

On these linden snow and frost.

That we have long ago,

You are not me, and I am another,

And both of us anyway

Play love is inexpensive.

But still caress and hug

In the lucavo passion kiss,

Let the heart ever dream of May

And the one that I love forever.

Analysis of the poem of Yesenin "What night! I can not…"

On the last year of life, Sergey Yesenin no longer hid his senses and openly wrote about what he had stabbed his soul. Probably for this reason, he continued further and further from his colleagues, who in favor of the new government glorified collectivization and advocated the construction of socialism. Yesenin was so far from all this, which was repeatedly becoming an object of criticism. However, this did not bother him at all, because the poet premeditated his ambulance. He understood that the destruction of the soul certainly follows physical death, and up to this point there is quite a bit of time.

About a month before the death of Yesenin, wrote a poem "What night! I can't ... ", in which mentally returned to his past and suddenly clearly realized that nothing could change anything in his own life. He repeatedly tried to escape from himself and even married himself for the third time, trying to get rid of the oppressive feeling of loneliness. However, very soon realized that his marriage with Sofia Tolstoy was a mistake. It is a relationship with this woman and a poem is dedicated to the poem, in which the poet without a fortune admits that "we have dug a long time ago, you are not me, and I am another." He does not try to find an answer to the question why then it is at this moment next to a woman who is completely indifferent to him. But at the same time he understands that he doesn't need a young spouse at all, and her talked tenderness is also deceptive and fake, like linden outside the window, on the branches of which instead of fragrant flowers lies the first November snow.

"You can only love once if you are alien to me," the poet admits me, however, it cannot and does not want to force himself to break this vicious circle and change his own life. Yes, and it makes sense to do this Yesenin does not see, considering that it is much easier and more familiar to "play in an inexpensive love" than to try to truly love. And on this night, when the memories of youth again flooded him, the poet dreams only about one thing: "Let the heart ever dream of May and the one that I love forever."

Who is this mysterious unfamiliar? The story is silent, although there are many versions about who exactly the secret lady of the heart of the poet. The fact that their number does not belong not to one of the former wives are obvious. Essenin's life and creativity researchers tend to believe that this is about Anna Sardanovskaya, in which the poet was in love with his youth, but could not confess to his chosen one. Subsequently, Sardanovskaya married and died at the time of childbirth, what Yesenin learned only a few years after her death.