The beauty! Where can it be and what is it? Beauty of the face, body, clothes, beauty of plants, flowers, birds, beauty of the soul. Beauty can be everywhere and in everything. And few people managed to express beauty in the language of poetry the way S. Yesenin did it.

"Dissuaded the golden grove
Birch, cheerful language,
And the cranes, sadly flying,
They do not regret anyone else. "

Every Russian person knows these lines of the famous poet. All poetry of Sergei Yesenin is a story about himself, about Russia, about wonderful feelings for her, because he himself is merged into one with Russia.

In his poems, Yesenin not only reveals his feelings for his homeland, but also helps us to see, feel its beauty and greatness, arousing patriotic feelings.

"Weave a wreath for you alone,
I sprinkle the gray stitch with flowers,
O Russia, deceased corner,
I love you, and I believe in you. "

“… If the holy army cries out:
"Throw you Rus, live in paradise!"
I will say: “There is no need for paradise,
Give me my homeland. "

“... But not to love you, not to believe -
I cannot learn ... ".

S. Yesenin was born on October 3, 1895 in the village of Konstantinovo, Ryazan region. This year is exactly 120 years since his birth.

The beauty of nature, the countryside, Russia are united in his poems by a single sense of beauty and become a source of inspiration for his poetry. Yesenin's whole life merged with the life of Russian nature. In his poems, images of native fields, birch groves, white lindens, the language of the people, poems are imbued with love for people.

The poet managed to convey wonderful feelings and admiration for a woman, although, as you know, in his poetry you can find other lines that speak of fleeting, fragile feelings that reveal human depravity. But what can you do, man is a creature in which good and evil coexist, this is known to each of us. Feelings of love in Yesenin's poetry cannot leave anyone indifferent. The poet is like “… wants everyone to tremble from the nagging word“ dear ”.

“... Only use a thin hand to touch
And your hair color in autumn ... "

Almost all of his poems can be transcribed into songs. And the main thing in his poetry is admiration for beauty.

“The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake.
In the forest, the wood grouses are crying with bells ... "

“… I am still as gentle
And I only dream about ... "

"Dissuaded the golden grove
With a birch cheerful tongue, ... "

"I do not regret, do not call, do not cry,
Everything will pass, like smoke from white apple trees. "

The poetry of S. Yesenin reflected a deep drama, painful overcoming not only himself, but the entire people of Russia as a whole, he tries to understand and support the new, which so unexpectedly fell on his head, and at the same time feels as if something at the same time loses. And to the question what ?? - cannot answer.

“… In continuous smoke
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I suffer
I don't understand
Where the fate of events takes us ...! "

Whatever page of S. Yesenin's poems we read, everywhere we meet with endless love for the homeland and a song of eternal beauty.

S. Yesenin died early, he was only 30 years old. His death is mysterious and remains a mystery to this day. Thanks to his poetry, we can feel the sound of strings in our own soul.

“I meet everything, I accept everything,
Glad and happy to take out the soul.
I came to this land
To leave her as soon as possible.