we continue the poems of Sergei Yesenin from the school curriculum – August 4, 2024 – Russia today Publication in CHAT: Russia Remember - do not disturb Sergei Alexandrovich Source: Serafima Pantykina / City portals Few people at school liked to learn poems by heart and then recite them in front of the whole class. But if your parents still made you memorize your literature homework, then we are sure that these lines are still stored in your memory. Will it be possible to get them out of there? Let's check and check our knowledge of Sergei Yesenin's poems from the school curriculum 1/10 White birch Under my window Covered with snow, Like silver. On the fluffy branches, like a snow ridge, brushes bloomed ... in a gentle sequence, a gentle arch, with a white fringe, in a fighting pose, 2/10 Blue fire wandered around, distant distances were forgotten. . For the first time I sang about love, For the first time I refuse to make a scandal. I was like an abandoned garden, I was greedy for women and greedy for potions, I stopped loving to drink and dance. I'll live a new life, friends There's no longer that spark in me 3/10 I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry, Everything will pass, like smoke from white apple trees. I'm fading in gold... I'm tired of being empty inside I won't be young anymore My whole path was smooth and rotten I don't feel alive 4/10 My friend, my friend, I'm very, very sick, I don't know where this pain comes from, Or is it the wind whistling Over an empty and deserted field, Or, like a grove in September... Salt sprinkles my wound The moth of my soul Sprinkles my brain. leading role 5/10 You don't love me, you don't pity me, Aren't I pretty? Without looking into my face, you are overcome by passion… You fall with your hands on my shoulders, you bare your smooth collarbones, you taste only my love, you gently squeeze my neck 6/10 Sing, sing. On this damn guitar your fingers dance in a semicircle. I would suffocate in this madness… Yes, call all your dear friends And forget about my terrible illness My last, only friend I washed away my fear with alcohol 7 / 10 The fragrant bird cherry blossoming in spring And the golden branches curl like curls. All around is honeydew, Sliding along the bark, Underneath it is spicy greenery… Everything glitters at dawn, Shines in September, Clings to the ground, Staggering in the dark 8 / 10 I have only one amusement left: Fingers in my mouth and a cheerful whistle has flown out, That I am damned and a troublemaker I have written my last page, That I am disgusting as a worm, I am not a poet 9/10 I am already on my way. calm Under the hooves in the snow the ringing is heard, Only gray crows rustle in the meadow. Bewitched by the invisible, The forest sleeps under the fairy tale of sleep, Like a white scarf… The road has flown away into the distance I emit smoke from my mouth My cavalry breathes A tied pine tree 10 / 10 Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my chest. A fateful separation Promises a former meeting Farewell, friend, without a hand, without a word, Do not grieve and do not frown, – In this life, dying is not new, As is the expectation of one’s last days. Although there are longer lives, But please, live it, but life, of course, is not newer. Source link Source link
