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Name sergei alexandrovich esenina are well known in our country. his poetry does not leave anyone indifferent, it is imbued with ardent love for the country, russian nature. the poet confesses: "my lyrics are alive one great love, love for the motherland. the feeling of the motherland - the main thing in my work. " sincere love for the native land, expressed in subtle feelings and sentiments, has given his works special, yesenin, unique sound, which can always be distinguished in the russian lyrics. his best works dedicated to russia yesenin. we see, hear and feel in his paint poems, sounds "forest smells, fields and meadows. in poetry esenina truly reflect national images and paintings, live folk speech is truly "russian spirit" and "smells". there is not a single poem of russia, in which he would not have extolled its nature. the image appears in the motherland of the poet in the very first of his poems. he extols the beauty and discreet charm of a surprising nature of central russia. joyful and multicolored world literally fascinates us when we read poems yesenin. i see "the dew glistens on the grass", as "bird cherry sprinkles snow." there. where cabbage beds red water pours sunrise klenenochek small uterus green udder sucks. i see a "bouncing, birch lomalils in, the pond" as "ate like a spear, came up against the sky." the expanses of fields, native blue sky with floating clouds, expanse of lakes and rivers, "weeping willow", "green-haired beauty birch", "swamp marsh yes," "scarlet dawn" - all this yesenin saw the beauty of russia. in early sergei alexandrovich poetry captures an image of peasant russia eve of the october revolution. the poet saw russ simple and sad, and the hard life of the motherland is reflected in his work. edge you are my desolate, edge you are my, wasteland, hayfield nekoshenny, yes forest monastery. but the sad were these pictures, the more the poet's verses sounded boundless affection for the motherland. this motif is close blok: cold grief can not be measured. you're on a misty shore, but not love you, do not believe i can not learn. to the heights of poetry yesenin he rose from the depths of people's lives. ryazan land, "where the men mowed, where sowing bread ', was his home, where childhood small esenina. world people's poetic images surrounded by a poet from the early days of his life. and the fire of the dawn, and the lapping of waves and the blue expanse of the lake - the beauty of his native land over the years transformed into poetry, full of love for his native land: oh you, russ, my homeland gentle, just for you, i love the beach. vesela your joy is short with a loud song in the spring in a meadow in the heart from a young age esenina sunk "wind tears russia", its sad songs, sad light - painting native goron created in the poem "goy you, russ, my dear." homeland, which can not see the end and edge - "only blue eyes sucks" - causing extraordinary poet by force of filial love. he was pleased to hear "ringing like earrings, girlish laughter," to see, like dwarf huts "ringing languish poplar" and "the meadows merry dance." glad to feel like a "smell of apple and honey," and therefore yesenin recognized homeland of love: if you yell holy army "kin you russ, live in paradise! " i say: "it is not necessary paradise, give my homeland." the poet, as he wrote himself, took a revolution in its own way, encourage you to take with you to class or exam work or an audio book: loading

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