In literature, the dedication of poetry or other works to someone is not uncommon. Love, admiration, respect, devotion - these feelings push and not such nonsense. I would like to preserve the attitude of a person in immortal lines, to exalt him, and sometimes just to apologize for the past. Sergei Yesenin was no exception.
Youth is a time of love, a time of flowering, a time of light hobbies and strange madness. When you are in your early 20s and the whole world lies under your feet, feelings overwhelm you, you want to live and strive for the best. This is exactly what Yesenin was when he returned to Moscow as a famous poet and met an educated lady, Zinaida Reich.
German - Russian in spirit
Zinaida Nikolaevna Reich was born in 1862 in the family of a simple railway worker, German by birth. Her father was a Social Democrat, a member of the RSDLP. Together with their daughter, since 1897, they adhered to revolutionary views, for which the family was expelled from Odessa to Bendery.
A convinced revolutionary Zinaida Reich, even before meeting with Yesenin, suffered for a just cause.
There Zinaida entered the gymnasium and graduated from the 8th grade. Then she left for Petrograd and entered the Faculty of History and Literature, after which she met Sergei Yesenin at the age of 23.
Moscow mischievous reveler - a family man?
In 1917, Zinaida and Sergei got married during a trip to the homeland of Alexei Ganin, a friend of the poet. Yesenin spent his bachelor party in Volgograd, and the wedding itself was in the ancient stone church of Kirik and Ulitta. At this event, the poet Bystrov held the crown over the groom's head.
Disappointments and discord
The first wedding night was a complete disappointment for the poet. The woman lied to him about being innocent. The deception was exposed, which left an imprint on their relationship. The marriage was not destined to last long. As a result, the young people broke up.
Drunk, brawler and rowdy - Yesenin's family life fully showed the difficult character of the poet.
You ask, what about the letter? Only after Zinaida again married Meyerhold, who adopted her children from Yesenin, the poet was able to find warm feelings in himself and write an immortal poem.
You remember,
Of course you all remember
How I stood
Approaching the wall
Excitedly you walked around the room
And something sharp
They threw it in my face.
You said:
It's time for us to part
What has tortured you
My crazy life
That it's time for you to get down to business, And my lot is
Roll on, down.
Beloved!
You didn't love me.
You did not know that in the crowd of people
I was like a horse driven in soap
Spurred by a bold rider.
You didn't know
I'm in solid smoke
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I am tormented that I do not understand -
Where the rock of events takes us.
Face to face
You can't see the face.
Great things are seen at a distance.
When the sea surface is boiling
The ship is in a deplorable state.
Earth is a ship!
But someone suddenly
For new life, new glory
Into the midst of storms and blizzards
He directed her majestically.
Well, which of us is big on deck
Didn't fall, vomit and curse?
There are few of them, with an experienced soul, Who stayed strong in pitching.
Then I
To the wild noise
But maturely knowing the work, Descended into the ship's hold
So as not to watch human vomiting.
That hold was -
Russian pub.
And I bent over a glass
So that, without suffering for anyone, Ruin yourself
Drunk in a frenzy.
Beloved!
I tortured you
You had a longing
In the eyes of the tired:
That I am on display in front of you
I wasted myself in scandals.
But you didn't know
What's in solid smoke
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I suffer
I don't understand
Where does the fate of events take us …
……………
Now the years have passed
I'm at a different age.
I feel and think differently.
And I speak over the festive wine:
Praise and glory to the helmsman!
Today I
In the shock of tender feelings.
I remembered your sad weariness.
And now
I'm rushing to tell you
What i was
And what happened to me!
Beloved!
It's nice to say to me:
I escaped falling from the steep.
Now in the Soviet side
I am the fiercest fellow traveler.
I became not the one
Who was then.
I would not torment you
As it was before.
For the banner of liberty
And light labor
Ready to go even to the English Channel.
Forgive me …
I know: you are not the one -
You live
With a serious, intelligent husband;
That you don't need our trouble, And I myself will you
Not a bit needed.
Live like this
As the star leads you
Under the booth of a renewed canopy.
Greetings, Always remembering you
Your acquaintance
Sergey Yesenin.
1924
Did he love Zinaida? There is an opinion that yes, because until his death he wore her photograph on his chest….
