Презентация " I'm a bully, a bully"

Пролетарск
Учитель английского языка
2015 год.

Yesenin is something special in Russian poetry. He is so great, talented, and unique.

Just below my window Stands a birch-tree white, Under snow in winter Gleaming silver bright
On the fluffy branches Sparkling in a row Dangle pretty tassels Of the purest snow.

Kuzmin district, Ryazan Region, on October 21st, 1895.
He

was born in the village of Konstantinovo, Kuzmin district, Ryazan Region, on October 21st, 1895.

At the age of two he was sent to be raised in a well off family of his grandfather on myhis mother’s side, who had three grown up unmarried sons, with whom he spent almost all his green years. His uncles were mischievous and daring.

him on a horse without a saddle and set him

running at  a gallop. Then they taught him to swim. One of his uncles (uncle Sasha)  took Sergey on a  boat, rowed  off the shore, undressed and threw him,  like a puppy,  into the water.     

 When he was three years old they put him on a horse without a saddle and set him running at  a gallop. Then they taught him to swim. One of his uncles (uncle Sasha)  took Sergey on a  boat, rowed  off the shore, undressed and threw him,  like a puppy,  into the water.     

years old his other uncle would use him as a

hunting dog making him swim after the ducks he had shot. Sergey was good at climbing trees. Among the boys in the neighbourhood he was known as a horse breeder and a big fighter, for he would always have scratches on his face.

was the only one who reproached Sergey for being so

naughty. Grandmother loved Sergey devoutly, and her tenderness was boundless. 

he was eight years old his grandmother started taking him

to all kinds of monasteries and thanks to her Sergey had all kinds of ramblers and pilgrims. They sang all sorts of religious songs.

was the way Sergey’s childhood went on. When he grew

up a little they wanted to make a village teacher out of him, so he was sent to the teachers training school with an eye towards  entering Moscow Teachers Training Institute. Luckily this was not to happen.

  started writing poems at an  early age, maybe at

the age of nine or so,  but his  deliberate creative work started at 16 or 17. Some of his poems from that period are to be found in  "Radunitsa" magazine.

When Sergey was eighteen

he sent his poems to various magazines and he was surprised at the fact that he was refused to publish them, so he went to Saint Petersburg. He was given a warm welcome there. The first man he saw was Blok the second one was Gorodetsky. When looking at Blok Sergey was sweating all over for it was the first time that he saw a living poet.
 GOOD MORNING!
«The gold stars are sleeping, The mirror-pond trembles, The dawn light comes creeping And heaven's net reddens…»

Yesenin dedicated his poems

to Russian birch trees and fields, flowers and birds. He wrote nice poems about animals.
«I enjoy touching poem To Kachalov's Dog
Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck, I swear I've never seen one like it. Let's go, the two of us, and bark Up the moon when Nature's silent. Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck.
Stop licking me, pet, and please do At least heed this advice I'm giving. Of life you haven't got a clue, You do not realize life is worse living…»

Yesenin lived during the

difficult periods of our country. Did he accept the Revolution?
 During the revolution he was on the side of the October, but he accepted it in his own peasantry way.

What was the main

woman of his life? It was Isadora Duncan.
Once Yesenin was invited by Mariengof to go to the Yakulov's studio to have a look at the famous French dancer, Isadora Duncan. She was going to teach Russian children to dance. They said she was a beauty. Yesenin missed her greatly.
 They married shortly after the Revolution. In 1922 they toured abroad, stopping in Germany, France, Austria, and the United States. In 1925 Yesenin found himself alone in Leningrad

Yesenin loved his dear

mother! He missed her so much. In one of his letters he wrote: « Please, knit woolen stockings for me: There in the city I cannot find them. But I always catch a cold.»
A Letter to Mother
«Are you still alive, my dear granny?  I am alive as well. Hello! Hello!  May there always be above you, honey,  The amazing stream of evening glow.  I've been told that hiding your disquiet,  Worrying about me a lot,  You go out to the roadside every night,  Wearing your shabby overcoat…»

the night of Dec. 27, 1925. He wrote his last

poem in his own blood. Shortly before his death, when he was at hospital he wrote:
«Maple bare of foliage, freezing in the snowstorm, Why are  you bent over as the wind is blowing?
Have you witnessed something?  Have you heard   some tidings? It's as if beyond the village you've gone striding…»

only love and passion. «We read your poems today, Sergei Esenin! Sergei

Esenin, we adore your poems nowadays! You are far away from us, But we love you very much!»

so active person. Esenin loved hooliganism so he called himself

a bully. In our memory he remained like a simple Russian guy.
«I'm a bully, a bully. From poetry and drunk fool. But all are for this agility, To the heart is not cool For birch Russ With the hated reconciled».

a great poet-lyricist. The whole world knows about him! He was a

real emotional artist. He embodied in poems his own dream.