There are executioners and victims in the world
but there are still others - wrestlers!
They believe in gossip more faithfully than loved ones.
If women get involved in politics,
So there is a woman's resentment.
How ashamed of silent men when
A woman becomes the tribune.
And the drama of Rome is the drama of the temple
which is in the hustle and bustle of the ages
stuffed with gods like rubbish,
and at the same time - without gods.
Art - stunt shooting, that stunt, fatal,
where they squeeze out full throttle.
When everyone prays for a portrait
The one who crushes thought and honor,
There are no like-minded people -
There are only accomplices.
Communism for me is the highest intimacy,
And they don't talk about the most intimate.
... the end of talent
There is the impossibility of mutiny.
Love people - and you will understand people.
People are alive - they are troublesome.
Tenderness is rewarded only for death.
People slouch, drink.
People drop out one by one
and pronounced for history
speech about them - in the crematorium.
Stepmother, even with a good soul, -
She, of course, is still not a mother.
The older we get, the more frank.
For this we are grateful to fate.
And the changes in life coincide
with big changes in yourself.
It's shameful to be free
when is it an honor to go to jail.
Exchanging the spirit for particulars,
we run away from generalizations.
... no more sacred
natural craving to be happy ...
... But be truthful. Any falsity of yours
Perhaps they will consider it a false communism.
But also the vicissitudes of fate,
but also blows and losses,
life, for the beauty in you
is it such a big fee ?!
From everyday life, from everyday calculation,
from pale skeptics and pink weasels
something flickering pulls us into the distance,
transforming the world with reflections.
Early charms are beautiful.
Fascination with wounds is dangerous.
There are no bad peoples. But no mercy
I'll tell you, without blaming the owners:
Every nation has its own bastards.
Is the nail that goes into the wall to blame?
He is hammered into her with a butt.
A poet in Russia is more than a poet.
In it poets are destined to be born
the one in whom the spirit of citizenship roams,
to whom there is no comfort, there is no peace.
Poets were born in Russia
with a dantess bullet in his chest.
The poet is always driven by shame
throwing him into immensity,
and he paving bridges with bones,
paying non-payment.
Anticipation of the verse
a real poet
there is a sense of sin,
that was done sometime, somewhere.
Let everyone enter life with this vow:
help what should bloom,
and take revenge without forgetting about it,
everything that deserves revenge!
You can't handle the music
Music will handle you!
Self-preservation instinct
does not save us, but kills.
Overconfidence is blissful
and uncertainty is sinful.
Souls latent fermentation
she twitches the ice.
The tales of woman's jealousy do not affect
And they are hatched like revenge.
This is the way to live - not to amuse yourself idly!
Go to death, forgetting peace, comfort,
And to speak - even for three minutes - the truth!
At least three minutes! Let them kill you later!
Diligence in suspicion is not merit.
The blind judge is not a servant of the people.
More terrible than mistaking an enemy for a friend
hastily take a friend for an enemy.
Kings, kings, emperors
rulers of the whole earth
commanded parades,
but with humor - they could not.
The more I live in this world,
The more ash beats in my heart.
Last weekend in the United States, at the age of 85, Soviet classic Yevgeny Yevtushenko died. Author of over 150 books, whose works have been translated into over 70 languages and published around the world.
Trendspace recalls 10 quotes from the great poet of the sixties.
Time is a dentist ripping us out of us without anesthesia.
Mother Nature,
The man is DECREASED by you.
Why motherhood
Won't you give a man?
If I would stick in it,
There, under the heart,
Child for no reason
That must be a BRUTAL
So there would be no man ...
"I would like to ...", 1972
Sometimes it's better to talk about important things with strangers - with those you will never see again.
Both in Moscow and in Kazan
to be so beautiful -
it's like torture
slippery-eyed crowd.
Wants all of you street
roll onto the bed
well, and the fact that you are smart -
she doesn't care!
"Emeralds", December 25-26, 2004
I have visited almost a hundred countries around the world. I saw many scoundrels, but I did not see a single nationality that consisted entirely of scoundrels.
Artists are independent of death.
Poets were born in Russia
with a dantess bullet in his chest.
Lermontov, 1964
World culture is a pre-war wall made of great books.
God forbid not to get caught up in power
and not fake heroes,
and to be rich - but not to steal,
of course, if it is possible.
"God forbid!", 1990
Today I do not like the increased anger of people towards each other and the greatly increased feeling of envy. This can only partly be explained by social inequality. I have never seen such anger, especially when you read the Internet. We need to get rid of it. It is necessary not only to learn to love others, but also to ourselves. We insult each other very easily.
As I said above, my father was a well-read man. This also applied to history. My father could spend hours telling me, still a completely foolish child, and about the fall of Babylon, and about the Spanish Inquisition, and about the war of the Scarlet and White Rose, and about William of Orange ... Father read me a lot of poems by heart - he had an amazing memory! He especially loved Lermontov, Goethe, Edgar Poe, Kipling. He read Kipling's "Testament to the Son" to me as heartfelt as can only read his own poetry. Father himself wrote poetry. No doubt he possessed a genuine gift. Four lines, written by him at the age of fourteen, still amaze me with their perfection: ... Firing back from melancholy, I wanted to run away somewhere, But the stars are too high, And the price for the stars is high. Thanks to my father, at the age of six I learned to read and write, and at the age of eight I read indiscriminately in one gulp - Dumas, Flaubert, Schiller, Balzac, Dante, Maupassant, Tolstoy, Boccaccio, Shakespeare, Gaidar, London, Cervantes and Wells. There was an unimaginable vinaigrette in my head. I lived in an illusory world, not noticing anyone or anything around.
(born: July 18, 1932, Zima, East Siberian Territory, RSFSR, USSR - died: April 1, 2017, Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA)
Russian poet. He also gained fame as a prose writer, director, screenwriter, publicist, orator-reader and actor. Was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
The more I live in this world,
The more ash beats in my heart.
I am driven by love for humanity and for my homeland.
Poets were born in Russia
with a dantess bullet in his chest.
We need to cultivate love in people.
And only that tired shoulder
Forgive now, and forgive still,
And only those sad eyes
Forgive everything that cannot be forgiven ...
True love for the homeland is inseparable from love for all of humanity.
Nothing unites like a fire. He has the face of our thoughts. A bonfire gives freedom to different thoughts when looking at the same fire. Why do people love to look at fire so much? Maybe because all living things were once born from fire? To delve deeply into the soul of every fisherman, hunter, and you can see that the most important thing for them is not a fish, black grouse or duck, but a fire. When you are silent by the fire, you still talk to him with your eyes, and he talks to you with crackling twigs, sparks, bitter smoke, and it turns out what people can't do - you both talk and listen to each other at the same time ...
A poet in Russia is more than a poet.
In it poets are destined to be born
the one in whom the proud spirit of citizenship roams,
to whom there is no comfort, there is no peace.
Evgeny Evtushenko in his youth
Why is true love and tragedy like two convicts chained together? Because love is such perfection, which is envied by all the imperfection of the world and seeks to stifle it.
But who, if not us, turns loved ones
in such, which we can no longer love?
A poet in Russia is more than a poet.
You can't handle the music
Music will handle you!
They do not choose their homeland - they give homeland with life.
... no more sacred
natural craving to be happy ...
Each generation has its own delusions, the main thing is that people have a willingness to correct their mistakes, draw the right conclusions from what happened.
Overconfidence is blissful
and uncertainty is sinful.
Souls latent fermentation
she twitches the ice.
A teacher is also a writer who writes not books, but living people.
There are executioners and victims in the world
but there are still others - wrestlers!
I have visited almost a hundred countries around the world. I saw many scoundrels, but I did not see a single nationality that consisted entirely of scoundrels.
This is the way to live - not to amuse yourself idly!
Go to death, forgetting peace, comfort,
And to speak - even for three minutes - the truth!
At least three minutes! Let them kill you later!
... the end of talent
There is the impossibility of mutiny.
I teach - all of humanity.
Anticipation of the verse
a real poet
there is a sense of sin,
that was done sometime, somewhere.
I am a poet of the people, and not of any individuals, groups or parties.
... But be truthful. Any falsity of yours
Perhaps they will consider it a false communism.
Today I do not like the increased anger of people towards each other and the greatly increased feeling of envy. This can only partly be explained by social inequality. I have never seen such anger, especially when you read the Internet. We need to get rid of it. It is necessary not only to learn to love others, but also to ourselves. We insult each other very easily.
Let everyone enter life with this vow:
help what should bloom,
and take revenge without forgetting about it,
everything that deserves revenge!
The tales of woman's jealousy do not affect
And they are hatched like revenge.
Real art is never based on evil.
People went berserk with hatred for each other.
The poet is always driven by shame
throwing him into immensity,
and he paving bridges with bones,
paying non-payment.
Nationalism is a moral impasse.
Exchanging the spirit for particulars,
we run away from generalizations.
Self-doubt is essential. Talented, who does not hesitate to be horrified at his painful mediocrity.
Children are secret adults.
Hatred is the antithesis to internationalism.
Stepmother, even with a good soul, -
She, of course, is still not a mother.
Do not disappear. Give me your palm.
I am written on it - I believe in it.
That is why the last love is terrible,
that this is not love, but the fear of loss.
Is the nail that goes into the wall to blame?
He is hammered into her with a butt.
They believe in gossip more faithfully than loved ones.
There are no bad peoples. But no mercy
I'll tell you, without blaming the owners:
Every nation has its own bastards.
The older we get, the more frank.
For this we are grateful to fate.
And the changes in life coincide
with big changes in yourself.
I sing and I drink
not thinking about death,
arms outstretched
falling into the grass
and if I die in this world,
then I will die of happiness that I live.
Early charms are beautiful.
Fascination with wounds is dangerous.
And the drama of Rome is the drama of the temple
which is in the hustle and bustle of the ages
stuffed with gods like rubbish,
and at the same time - without gods.
To say ‘I love’ is not true
It will not be true - ‘I don’t like it.
From everyday life, from everyday calculation,
from pale skeptics and pink weasels
something flickering pulls us into the distance,
transforming the world with reflections.
It's shameful to be free
when is it an honor to go to jail.
Do not seek the happiness of being loved, -
know how to love when you are not loved.
But also the vicissitudes of fate,
but also blows and losses,
life, for the beauty in you
is it such a big fee ?!
The one who did not know grief
let not judge about love.
Self-preservation instinct
does not save us, but kills.
It is impossible that love for the Motherland should be in conflict with love for humanity. Then it is not real, but fake patriotism.
Artists are independent of death.
Art - stunt shooting, that stunt, fatal,
where they squeeze out full throttle.
Be in love.
Be eternal in the moment.
All those who love -
they are geniuses.
Music is for flight.
Everything in music is sacred.
If someone is fake,
the music is not to blame.
Don't turn talent into a trump ace.
Not trump cards - not honesty, not courage.
Who boasts of generosity is a hidden curmudgeon,
Who boasts of courage is a hidden coward.
Protect these lands, these waters
Even a small blade of love.
Protect all animals inside nature,
Kill only the beasts inside you!
I dream of an old friend
who became the enemy
but dreams are not of the enemy,
but by the same friend.
It's time to save love at the very beginning
from ardent "never!", from children's "forever!".
"No need to promise!" - the trains shouted for us,
"No need to promise!" - the wires hummed.
I did not know jealousy.
You awakened
her in me, uncovering my whole soul.
Now I am yours forever.
You win.
You won by those
which is not mine.
Be free with money like a beggar
never be a beggar without money!
I do not like beautiful tears.
There is no trace of lamenting near death.
But out of many injustices
the greatest, after all, is death.
Happiness is like looking from an airplane.
Grief sees the land without embellishment.
There is something treacherous in happiness -
grief will not betray a person.
Do not disappear. You can disappear instantly
but how can we meet in the centuries after?
Is your double possible in the world
and my double? Only in our children.
I don't need to be loved
love is enough for me.
We,
being ashamed of loneliness,
from longing
we rush to some companies,
and friendships worthless obligations enslaving
chased to the grave.
EVTUSHENKO, Evgeny Alexandrovich
(b. 1933), poet
30 And the snow is falling, and the snow is falling.
"And the Snow is Falling", song from the film "Dima Gorin's Career" (1961), music. A. Eshpaya
31 There are no monuments over Babi Yar.
Babi Yar (1961)? Evtushenko, 1: 316
32 I am all anti-Semites, / as a Jew,
and therefore - / I'm a real Russian!
Babi Yar? Evtushenko, 1: 318
33 Ah, I have enough cavaliers,
But I have no good love.
"The river is running" (1960), music. E. Kolmanovsky
The song was written for the production of the Sovremennik Theater, The Miraculous.
34 A poet in Russia is more than a poet.
The beginning of the poem "Bratsk Hydroelectric Power Station" (1964-1965)
Evtushenko, 1: 443
35 Poets are often killed,
To quote later.
In the later edition: “You kill all poets, /
to quote later! " ? Evtushenko, 1: 300.
37 Intelligentsia / sings thieves' songs.
She sings / not songs of Krasnaya Presnya.
"The intelligentsia sings songs of thieves" (1975)
Evtushenko, 1: 204
38 He knew that the earth was turning,
but he had a family.
Career (1957; published in 1962)? Evtushenko, 1: 188
39 There are no uninteresting people in the world.
"There are no uninteresting people in the world ..." (1961)
Evtushenko, 1: 323
40 Stalin's heirs.
Evtushenko E. Citizens, listen to me. -
M., 1989, p. 415
Immediately after Stalin's death, Konstantin Fedin wrote in his article “Stalin's Heirs”: “The loyal, strong and infinitely talented heirs possess and govern Stalin's genius legacy. These Stalinist heirs are the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and our great Soviet people. " ? "Lit. newspaper ", March 7, 1953, p. 4.
41 The poet stood.
Poet in the Market (1974)? Evtushenko, 3:83
42 Other times have come. / Other names came up.
"Other times have come ..." (1963)? Evtushenko, 1: 405
43 This is what happens to me:
my old friend doesn’t come to see me.
"This is what happens to me ..." (1957)
Evtushenko, 1: 181
The poem was set to music by M. Tariverdiev for the TV / f "The Irony of Fate" (1975).
44 You asked in a whisper:
“And then what? / And then what? "
The bed was made out
And you were confused.
"You asked in a whisper ..." (1957)
Evtushenko, 1: 189
45 You leave like a train.
Name and a line of a song from the film "Love" (1968), music. M. Tariverdiyeva
46 Do the Russians Want War?
Name and 1st line of the song (1961), music. E. Kolmanovsky
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