Goy, my dear Rus', the image of the homeland. Lyrics of the song Sergei Yesenin - Goy you are my dear Rus'
Goy, Rus', my dear,
The huts are in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
“Throw away Rus', live in paradise!”
I will say: “There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
Analysis of the poem “Go you, Rus', my dear” by Yesenin
Yesenin is rightfully considered one of the main national poets. His work is an endless service to his Motherland, which was personified for the poet in the images of Russian nature and simple peasant life. Of particular importance is the early period of Yesenin’s work, when he was not yet famous and did not experience suffering and hardship. The works of the young poet were a clean and bright stream in the muddy stream of literary waste paper that flooded Russia at the beginning of the 20th century. The poem “Go away, my dear Rus'” is one of the best creations of Yesenin’s early lyricism. It was written in 1914.
The poet begins the poem with the Old Russian address “goy”. This testifies to the poet’s love for the rich folklore heritage. In addition, at this time “Rus” already sounded somewhat old-fashioned. Yesenin goes against fashionable literary trends. He emphasizes his commitment to antiquity and the age-old traditions of the Russian people.
Another bold step of the novice poet can be considered the use of Christian symbolism. The authority of the Orthodox Church was significantly shaken; young people considered faith a sign of conservatism and backwardness. Atheism was not so much a convinced position as a tribute to the modern era. Yesenin considered Orthodoxy an inextricable part of Russian culture. Religious images are organically woven into the poem (“in the robes of the image,” “the visiting pilgrim,” “the meek Savior”).
The poet’s unpretentious rural landscape blooms with bright colors. Patriarchal life erases the differences between man and nature. In the vast Russian expanses, “girlish laughter” is perceived as an organic component of the animal and plant world.
The poem is written in simple and understandable language. The most complex metaphor is “the blue sucks the eyes.” The lyrical hero compares himself to a “pagan,” and women’s laughter to “earrings.” A characteristic feature of Yesenin’s early lyrics is the use of outdated and “local” words (“green lekhs”, “korogod”).
Yesenin, of course, was not a strict follower of Christianity. The poem ends with the renunciation of heavenly life, unthinkable for a believer. The impossibility for the poet to renounce Rus' looks all the more convincing and impressive. The lines “no need for paradise, give me my homeland” may seem too pretentious to some. But in all of Russian poetry this is the most powerful and sincere declaration of love and loyalty to Russia.
Read by R. Kleiner
("Go away, Rus', my dear")
Goy, Rus', my dear,
Huts - in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
"Throw away Rus', live in paradise!"
I will say: "There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
Read by R. Kleiner
Rafael Aleksandrovich Kleiner (born June 1, 1939, village of Rubezhnoye, Lugansk region, Ukrainian SSR, USSR) - Russian theater director, People's Artist of Russia (1995).
From 1967 to 1970 he was an actor at the Moscow Taganka Drama and Comedy Theater.
Yesenin Sergei Alexandrovich (1895-1925)
Yesenin was born into a peasant family. From 1904 to 1912 he studied at the Konstantinovsky Zemstvo School and at the Spas-Klepikovsky School. During this time, he wrote more than 30 poems and compiled a handwritten collection “Sick Thoughts” (1912), which he tried to publish in Ryazan. The Russian village, the nature of central Russia, oral folk art, and most importantly, Russian classical literature had a strong influence on the formation of the young poet and guided his natural talent. Yesenin himself at different times named different sources that fed his work: songs, ditties, fairy tales, spiritual poems, “The Tale of Igor’s Campaign,” the poetry of Lermontov, Koltsov, Nikitin and Nadson. Later he was influenced by Blok, Klyuev, Bely, Gogol, Pushkin.
From Yesenin's letters from 1911 to 1913, the complex life of the poet emerges. All this was reflected in the poetic world of his lyrics from 1910 to 1913, when he wrote more than 60 poems and poems. Here his love for all living things, for life, for his homeland is expressed (“The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake...”, “Flood filled with smoke...”, “Birch,” “Spring Evening,” “Night,” “Sunrise.” ”, “Winter is singing - it’s calling...”, “Stars”, “Dark night, I can’t sleep...”, etc.)
Yesenin's most significant works, which brought him fame as one of the best poets, were created in the 1920s.
Like any great poet, Yesenin is not a thoughtless singer of his feelings and experiences, but a poet and philosopher. Like all poetry, his lyrics are philosophical. Philosophical lyrics are poems in which the poet talks about the eternal problems of human existence, conducts a poetic dialogue with man, nature, earth, and the Universe. An example of the complete interpenetration of nature and man is the poem “Green Hairstyle” (1918). One develops in two planes: the birch tree - the girl. The reader will never know who this poem is about - a birch tree or a girl. Because the person here is likened to a tree - the beauty of the Russian forest, and she is like a person. The birch tree in Russian poetry is a symbol of beauty, harmony, and youth; she is bright and chaste.
The poetry of nature and the mythology of the ancient Slavs permeate such poems of 1918 as “Silver Road...”, “Songs, songs, what are you shouting about?”, “I left my home...”, “Golden leaves swirled...” etc.
Yesenin's poetry of the last, most tragic years (1922 - 1925) is marked by a desire for a harmonious worldview. Most often in the lyrics one feels a deep understanding of oneself and the Universe (“I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry...”, “The golden grove dissuaded...”, “Now we are leaving little by little...”, etc.)
The poem of values in Yesenin’s poetry is one and indivisible; everything in it is interconnected, everything forms a single picture of the “beloved homeland” in all the variety of its shades. This is the highest ideal of the poet.
Having passed away at the age of 30, Yesenin left us a wonderful poetic legacy, and as long as the earth lives, Yesenin the poet is destined to live with us and “sing with all his being in the poet the sixth part of the earth with the short name “Rus”.
Yesenin wrote the poem “Goy, you are Rus', my dear” in 1914. It is thoroughly imbued with love for the Motherland, for the native land, for Russia. The poet loved his homeland so much because, while still very young, he left his native village and began to live in Moscow. It was this long separation from his native land that gave his works that insight, that warmth with which Yesenin speaks of his Motherland. In the very descriptions of nature, the poet has that measure of detachment that allows this beauty to be seen and felt more acutely. He is remembered in Russian literature as a poet who writes about the Motherland and nature. He wrote not so much about love as about the Motherland. Instead of his beloved, she occupies his heart, his Russia, his native land, fields, groves, village huts. Rus' in his poems - Rus' of pilgrims, bells, monasteries, icons. He writes about her as something sacred to him, as about his own mother. Yesenin's Rus' rises in the quiet dawn evenings, in the crimson and gold of autumn, in the mountain ash, in the rye color of the fields, in the vast blue of the sky. From his earliest childhood, the poet admired his native land. At the beginning of his work, declarations of love for Russia are heard. He writes about her in his famous work “Go away, my dear Rus'...” Yesenin addresses Russia as a living person, saying these lines. At the very beginning of the poem, he writes about his homeland as a shrine, the key image of the poem is a comparison of peasant huts with icons, images in vestments, and behind this comparison there is a whole philosophy, a system of values. Goy, Rus', my dear Khaty - the robe of the image. His homeland is his native village, he loves it, always thinks about it, and all his poems remind us of his love for his native land. The world of the village is like a temple with its harmony of earth and sky, man and nature. “Only blue sucks eyes” in my perception takes on a note of aching sadness. I understand how precious every memory, every detail is to him. “Like a visiting pilgrim” in my imagination takes on the image of a wanderer who came to his homeland to pray. From the lines “And near the low outskirts the poplars are withering loudly,” a feeling of restlessness appears. But then the sadness passes, joy and happiness sets in from the lines “Meeting me, like earrings, the laughter of girls will ring.” The world of Rus' for S. Yesenin is also the world of peasant houses in which the smell of apples and honey is heard,” where “a merry dance hums behind the slope in the meadows,” where joy is short and sadness is endless. The poet sees nature as a source of inspiration; he feels like a part of nature. By writing this poem, the poet made a declaration of love. He confessed his love to his Motherland. For him she is freedom, expanse - “I will run along the crumpled stitch To the freedom of green forests.” The poem is written in a very original and heartfelt way, abundant in metaphors, and the author, Yesenin, perceives nature as living, holy. The lyrical hero of this poem is a wanderer who, “like a visiting pilgrim,” looks into his native expanse of his native fields and cannot see enough, because “the blue sucks in his eyes.” Everything is so bright and colorful, an image of summer with endlessly stretched fields and a blue, blue sky appears before me. With the smell of freshly cut hay and honey apples. In the poem, Rus' is compared to paradise: If the holy army shouts: “Throw away Rus', live in paradise!” I will say: “No need for paradise, Give me my homeland.” I believe that this poem, although it cannot fully express the poet’s love for the Motherland, emphasizes and draws our attention to it. Love for the Motherland is worth being proud of.
Goy, Rus', my dear,
The huts are in the robes of the image...
No end in sight -
Only blue sucks his eyes.
Like a visiting pilgrim,
I'm looking at your fields.
And at the low outskirts
The poplars are dying loudly.
Smells like apple and honey
Through the churches, your meek Savior.
And it buzzes behind the bush
There is a merry dance in the meadows.
I'll run along the crumpled stitch
Free green forests,
Towards me, like earrings,
A girl's laughter will ring out.
If the holy army shouts:
“Throw away Rus', live in paradise!”
I will say: “There is no need for heaven,
Give me my homeland."
This poem has everything that is characteristic of Yesenin’s lyrics: words that are not entirely clear to the urban reader (“green lechs” - field stripes, “korogod” - round dance) and an abundance of religious symbolism (“holy army”, “huts - in the vestments of the image ", "short Spas"). Painting
is perceived as if through the eyes of a “passing pilgrim”; when reading, one feels a mood of inner delight. To plunge into the atmosphere of pure joy that comes after a festive church service, the poet helps to understand his poem through various means. Present in verses sound series
: “ringing”, “buzzing”, “ringing” create the illusion of a ringing bell ringing. And the village hut is likened to the icon of the “hut - in the robe of the image.” This key image
, in which unpainted walls are like the dark face of a saint, windows are like eyes, thatched roofs are like golden vestments framing an icon. Yesenin uses color painting
: “Only blue sucks the eyes” (that is, digs into the eyes). If the blue color is named, then the golden one is present secretly: thatched roofs of huts, poured apples, honey, yellow stubble in compressed fields, poplars with yellowed foliage.
The lyrical hero also has a festive state of mind,
both among the peasants (“humming.. merry dance”, “girlish laughter”), and in nature. The poet is in harmony with himself, with nature, and he does not need any other happiness.
All poets thought about Russia, each tried to create its unique image in their works. For Sergei Yesenin, Russia is his native land, which he loves endlessly, for which he is ready to sacrifice his life without hesitation. The poem “Go you, Rus', my dear” is permeated with the feelings and emotions of the poet, overwhelming his heart.
Of course, first of all, he is proud of his homeland; for the poet there is nothing more precious and important than Russia; he cannot imagine his life without it. Sergei Yesenin is a truly Russian poet: he dedicated most of his works to his homeland and nature. This is his main theme in his poems, deep and pure love and caring attitude towards the world around him. He adores his native land, the village, the meadows and fields... He will never exchange them or betray them for anything. This mood can be seen in all the early poems of Sergei Yesenin.
Many of his works are imbued with love for Rus', which he expresses with special sensitivity and tenderness, noting the most beautiful details of the landscapes of his native nature.
The poem sparkles with happiness, joy, and love for one’s native land. The poet uses trochee. This size, as well as the active use of verbs (run, ring, buzz...) emphasize the festive mood of the poem.
We see Russia as an endless, boundless land, over which stretches a huge blue sky, even, rather, blue: “there is no end in sight - only the blue sucks the eyes.” For the poet, his homeland is a church in which he “like a visiting pilgrim” looks at the beauty of nature, feels familiar smells close to his heart (“smells of apple and honey”), hears the ringing of withering poplars standing “at the low outskirts”, like where Far away people are dancing merrily, perhaps celebrating some holiday. The lyrical hero runs along a crumpled path into the expanses of green fields, where he is met by a girl’s laughter, which he most likely compares to the catkins of birch trees.
The most amazing thing is that from the beginning to the end of the poem, the author admires his native land, where he was born and raised. Sergei Yesenin is not ready to exchange his homeland even for heaven, because the poet’s heart belongs to it forever.
Enthusiasm, pride, adoration - at the beginning and the same at the end. Only the emotions that overwhelm the author when he takes up the pen grow stronger with each subsequent word and remain in the lines of his work forever “Go away, my dear Rus'”... In this phrase the poet put all his feelings that he has for Russia: pride , endless admiration, deep love...
I liked this poem with the feelings with which Sergei Yesenin filled his small and beautiful work.
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