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.
Do not assert yourself. Will be lost
undermined by vanity, your genius
and thirst for small self-affirmations
will only lead to self-destruction.
We,
being ashamed of loneliness,
from longing
we rush into some companies,
and friendships worthless obligations enslaving
chased to the grave.
But who, if not us, turns loved ones
in such, which we can no longer love?
Who wants everything at once
he is poor in that he does not know how to wait.
But this is how the earthly world works
and thus we never fade:
someone is laughing behind the wall
when we almost cry.
I love you more than nature
For you are like nature itself,
I love you more freedom
Without you, freedom is a prison! I love you inadvertently
Like an abyss, not a rut!
I love you more than I can!
More than impossible I love! I love recklessly, indefinitely.
Even when drinking, even rude.
And more than yourself - that's for sure.
Even more than just yourself.
And only that tired shoulder
Forgive now, and forgive still,
And only those sad eyes
Forgive everything that cannot be forgiven ...
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.
What a joy - loved ones so often
to offend for nothing about anything?
How to make a loved one unhappy -
everyone knows. How happy - no one.
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.
I don't need to be loved
love is enough for me.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
We are on the globe
flying fiercely
threatening to explode, -
and you need to hug
so as not to break down,
and if you break loose -
break together.
To say ‘I love’ is not true
It will not be true - ‘I don’t like’.
Chatting about us in packed trams,
We are shaken by one blast,
The subway, every now and then, swallows us,
Letting out from a smoky mouth.
In noisy streets, in white flutters
People walk next to people
Our breaths are mixed
Our tracks are confused, our tracks are confused.
We draw smoke from our pockets
Popular songs hum
Elbows touching each other,
We apologize or keep quiet.
Along Sadovy, Lebyazhy and Trubny
Each kind of a separate path,
We are not recognized by each other
Hitting each other we go.
Be in love.
Be eternal in the moment.
All those who love -
they are geniuses.
I love you more than Shakespeare
Most of all beauty on earth!
Even more than all the music in the world,
For the book and the music are you.
No need to promise ... Love is impracticability.
Why lead to deception, like a crown?
The vision is good until it evaporates.
It is more humane not to love when then - the end. Our poor dog whines to the point of insanity,
now with a paw on my door, then at your door, scraping.
For the fact that I fell out of love, I do not ask for forgiveness.
Forgive me for loving you.
I realized that in childhood snow is fluffy,
greener hills in youth,
I realized that there are so many lives in life,
how many times have we loved in life. I realized that I was secretly involved
to so many people of all time.
I realized that a person is unhappy
because he is looking for happiness.
Protect these lands, these waters
Even a small blade of love.
Protect all animals inside nature,
Kill only the beasts inside you!
Music is for flight.
Everything in music is sacred.
If someone is fake,
the music is not to blame.
There is strength in indecision
when on the wrong track
forward to false stars
you hesitate to go.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
I'm afraid not to cope with the face
when I see you somewhere
and it will end with an end
in which there is no longer a secret.
I'm afraid not to cope with my soul
I'm afraid not to cope with my body,
so that above you and above me
have not outraged the whole world.
I'm afraid - I don't know from what -
you as a secret wealth.
I'm afraid - and most of all -
do not be afraid of its loss.
Irresistible,
you are wintry wintry! You are mesmerizing
how do you freeze! Making a soul
everything is icy.
What have you done
with your soul!
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
Do not seek the happiness of being loved, -
know how to love when you are not loved.
I dream of an old friend
who became the enemy
but dreams are not of the enemy,
but by the same friend.
Our mothers are leaving us
go away little by little
on tiptoe,
and we sleep peacefully
satiated with food,
not noticing this terrible hour.
Mothers do not leave us immediately,
No -
it only seems to us that right away.
They leave slowly and strangely
small steps on the steps of years.
Russian culture
always one
and is only tested
to break.
Hide away to Mecca
even jump into oblivion,
in the guts - Russia.
Don't rip it out!
Shish!
There is no non-return to Russia.
You cannot escape from your own heart.
All who have broken my soul,
fuck it
to hell.
I will be on the northern bumps,
woods
my soul
collect in pieces.
And at the Alyonushka bog
maybe it will grow together
maybe it will grow together ...
I want to supplant memory
and think about your own,
but still pulls to see
and be with you alone.
When will it all end ?!
I suffer again -
and I don't want to take love,
and it's scary to lose.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
Do the Russians want war?
You ask the silence
over the breadth of arable land and fields
and birches and poplars.
You ask those soldiers
what lie under the birches,
and let their sons tell you,
do the Russians want wars.
The curse of the century is haste
and a man, wiping off sweat,
rushes through life like a pawn,
being hunted in time trouble, hastily drink, hastily love,
and the soul sinks.
Hastily they beat, hastily destroy,
and then repent, in a hurry.
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.
A hoarse bell is a tram bell.
I'm on the bandwagon. The pavements are flying.
Alone again. Nothing. Not for the first time.
I'd rather be all alone
than, warm, living souls
burn like dead leaves at your feet.
It's all over. I could not otherwise.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
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.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
Darling, sleep ...
What is the cause of insomnia?
Roaring sea?
Trees pleading?
Feelings?
Someone's dishonesty?
Or maybe not someone else's
but just mine?
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
It is more humane not to repeat "I love ..." when you love.
How hard it is then from these very lips
to hear an empty sound, lies, mockery, rudeness,
and the falsely complete world will appear falsely empty.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
If the soul could be kissed
I would clung to her like a moonbeam.
How poor are those whose goal is the bed,
My goal is your soul. I want her.
I want your voice. He is your soul.
I want to run barefoot with him in the dew,
And in a haystack, so tenderly pricking, sinning,
Touch the skin of the voice with the tongue.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
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.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
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.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
The one who did not know grief
let not judge about love.
Muttering? Apparently tired of tossing and turning?
Wrap yourself in a dream and wrap yourself in it.
In a dream, you can do whatever you want,
everything that mutters if we are not sleeping.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
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.
I don't give up, but I give up anyway
I stop taking the pen in my hands,
And on my weary lips
dumbness descends frighteningly. Here are also people, if they feel bad
Can't tell everything to others.
Alone with themselves, they are silent
Or they moo just as painfully.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
It's scary not to understand each other -
do not understand and hug,
and yet, oddly enough,
but just as scary, just as scary
to understand each other in everything. We injure ourselves with both.
And, endowed with early knowledge,
I am your tender soul
I will not offend misunderstanding
and understanding will not kill.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
Worry about me
biased and deeply.
Don't stand aside
when I'm lonely.
In an empty zeal
do not catch on shallow.
For all my "sweat"
love my now.
Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko
There are no uninteresting people in the world.
Their fates are like planetary histories.
Each has everything special, its own,
and there are no planets similar to her. And if someone quietly lived
and was friends with this imperceptibility,
he was interesting among people
by its very uninteresting. Everyone has their own secret personal world.
There is the best moment in this world.
There is the worst hour in this world,
but all this is unknown to us, and if a person dies,
his first snow dies with him,
and the first kiss, and the first fight ...
He takes all this with him. Yes, there are books and bridges,
machines and artists' canvases,
yes, much is destined to remain,
but something goes away anyway! This is the law of the merciless game.
It is not people who die, but worlds.
We remember people, sinners and earthly.
And what did we know, in essence, about them? What do we know about brothers, about friends,
what do we know about our only one?
And about his dear father
we, knowing everything, do not know anything. People are leaving ... They cannot be returned.
Their secret worlds cannot be revived.
And every time I want it again
from this irreversibility to scream.
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.
(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? Dig 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 wanders,
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 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.
