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Ye Saining, Sergei Alexandrovich (сергесенин, 1895 —— 1925), Russian shepherd. He was born in a peasant family in Ryazan province and raised by a wealthy peasant grandfather. 19 12 graduated from normal school, then went to a printing factory in Moscow to do proofreading, and at the same time joined the Surikov Literature and Music Troupe, and worked part-time at Shanyavsky Civilian University. 19 14 published the lyric poem "White Birch"; 19/kloc-met Brock, Gorky and Mayakovski in 0/5, and published the first book of poetry, Day of the Dead. 19/kloc-joined the army in the spring of 0/6, and married Reich after retiring. 19 19 participated in the publication of the Manifesto of Imagism, followed by Life and Art. Criticizing Imagism showed his return to real life. 192 1 married Duncan and traveled to Europe and America the next year. 1923 returned to the Soviet Union and published an article criticizing the American way of life. 1September, 925, she married lev tolstoy's granddaughter Thor Staja.1October, she was hospitalized for mental illness. On February 26th, 65438, he wrote a poem in blood: "Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. Dear, you will always remember my heart. /the separation of fate,/indicates the reunion in the afterlife. //Goodbye, my friend, don't say goodbye, don't shake hands,/Don't be sad, don't be sad-/In this world, death is not new/alive, and of course it is not rare. " Before dawn on the 28th, he hanged himself in a hotel in Leningrad at the age of 30, just as Confucius said. A year later, in the winter, his grave was shot, and Benislavskaya, who loved him deeply and was missed many times, died for him. It is said that "my friend" in Ye Saining's farewell poem refers to her.
The October Revolution fundamentally changed his writing. He praised the revolution and the working class, but he did not fundamentally understand the revolution and the Soviet system. Therefore, it reveals the bohemian and cynical "Ye Saining temperament", and the masterpiece in this respect is the group poem "The Voice of the Moscow Tavern" (1921-1923). "Ye Saining temperament" is easily associated with the "Faust spirit" with two sides in the Romantic era, especially the "Byronic hero", which can be roughly regarded as the performance of the same poet in different times. "Ye Saining temperament" is actually a unique expression that "the last rural poet" found himself standing on the opposite side of the development of the times during the changes of the times. Pasternak (1890- 1960) thinks: "Ye Saining treated his life like a fairy tale. He crossed the ocean like Prince Ivan riding a big wolf and caught isadora? Duncan caught the firebird's tail. His poems are also written in fairy tales. Sometimes they are arranged like playing cards, and sometimes they are recorded with the blood in their hearts. The most precious thing in his poems is the scenery of his hometown, Ryazan province in central Russia, which is full of forests. Just like when he was a child, he described it with a dizzy freshness. " Evtushenko (1933-) called him "the purest Russian poet": "Ye Saining's poetry is a local phenomenon. Ye Saining's phonology radiates the magical brilliance of minerals unique to Russian land structure. Ye Saining's poetry is a unique product of Russian nature and Russian language (including fairy tales, ballads, country folk songs, proverbs and common sayings, incantations, lamentations and ritual songs handed down from generation to generation). " Their grasp of Ye Saining is undoubtedly extremely accurate. "Suddenly spread the word array like playing cards, and then write it down with the blood in my heart" are two different manifestations of "Ye Saining temperament" in his poetry creation. The reason why he is called "the purest Russian poet" is precisely because Evtushenko deeply grasped the cause of "Ye Saining temperament": out of his persistence in Russian countryside, he could not agree with the powerful promotion and destruction of modern civilization to the countryside. If Pushkin is a poet who walks in the forefront of the times and strives for national freedom, then Ye Saining has undoubtedly acted as a "villain" of an era consciously or unconsciously, and he is eager to preserve the regional culture of a specific era. Gorky thought that he died in the conflict between urban and rural civilizations when analyzing his death, which is quite profound. The difference between Ye Saining and other poets in the Silver Age is that after the October Revolution, he did not go into exile, but, like Kipius and others, vowed to be at odds with the October Revolution. Except for the two years of traveling with Duncan, he has been sticking to the land of Russia. However, the development of reality made him more and more sad: "On the road of Lantian, there will be/steel customers soon. /Oats are soaked in the morning glow,/Only some withered grains are left. //strange and lifeless threshing floor,/the song I sing to you won't let you live! Only those horses and oats will grieve for their old owners. " In Lenten Sacrifice, he directly used the typical scene of "iron horse" (that is, train) competing with live horse to reflect this conflict. Pasternak, who lived in the same era and had contacts with him, was full of understanding and sympathy for Ye Saining: "The position of Ye Saining's landscape poems has been replaced by the maze of modern metropolis in his works. A lonely soul of a contemporary lost its way in this maze and destroyed morality. He described the exciting and inhuman tragic state of this soul. "
Of course, if Ye Saining's death is only attributed to the conflict between urban and rural areas, it can't tell the whole story. His three marriages stand out. The breakup of his first marriage made the poet regret it. If his previous debauchery was due to the storm that turned the world upside down, he "didn't understand where the ominous events were going to lead me", then in Lion, after he broke up with him, he "continued to fall", which had nothing to do with the breakdown of his marriage. One year before he committed suicide, he also wrote a letter to a woman and poured out his heart to Reich. Goethe said: eternal women, lead us to rise! So, what happens after losing the lead? Undeniably, Ye Saining's depravity and physical death are not one of the endings. His lightning romance with American dancer Duncan is both romantic and bitter. They came together in lightning speed and separated in lightning speed. Touch the wound of love in the envious and puzzled eyes of everyone. Less than half a year after his third marriage, the poet passed away.
It seems a little unreasonable not to talk about the poet's works here. And I think the death of Ye Saining is the fundamental problem that puzzles modern people. No matter whether he is a born civilized man or a civilized man after transformation, no matter whether he keeps pace with the times or dreams back to the Tang Dynasty, it is impossible for him to escape these problems encountered by Ye Saining. Ye Saining's death was the inevitable result of many factors acting on the poet's mind, which led to the spiritual crisis. Before him, there were cases of poets committing suicide, but the phenomenon of poets committing suicide began with him. Time is always flowing and the years are still circulating. Since Ye Saining declared that "I am the last poet in the countryside", pure lyric poetry has reached its peak and come to an end.
Ye Saining (1895 ~ 1925) was a Russian poet in the Soviet Union. Born into a peasant family in Ryazan province. 1904 to 19 12, went to primary school, taught teachers, and began to write poems. 19 12 went to Moscow, worked as a clerk and proofreader in a printing factory, took part-time classes in a civilian university and took an active part in literary activities. 19 15 went to Petersburg to meet famous poets such as Brock and Kruyev, and published the first book of poetry "Tomb-Sweeping Day" at the beginning of 19 16. Joined the army in the same year, retired a year later and got married. During the February Revolution and the October Revolution, the poet wrote some famous poems, such as Festival of Changing Ability, Promised Land, Dove in the Jordan River and Drummer in the Sky, which expressed his personal feelings about the revolution in a lyrical way. 19 19 joined the Imagist and became a central figure, writing Lent Sacrifice and Freedom of a Rogue. He left the Imagist on 192 1. This year, the poet met Duncan, an American dancer who visited Moscow, fell in love and got married, and traveled with him to Western Europe and the United States. The two quickly changed from being in love to quarreling and finally divorced. The poet returned to China on 1923. 1924 published a collection of poems, The Voice of a Moscow Tavern, which showed the poet's depressed mind. From 1924 to 1925, the poet's creation reached its peak, and he wrote a group of poems, Persian Lyrics (1924), a long poem, Anna Sneijina (1925), and a collection of poems, Soviet. Third marriage in September 1925 (with Leo Tolstoy's granddaughter). However, in June of 1 1, he was hospitalized for mental illness, and finished his self-judgment poem "The Melancholy Man". 12 On February 26th, he wrote his last poem and committed suicide at dawn in a hotel in Leningrad on the 28th.
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night
The river is asleep,
The dark pine forest lost its noise.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Long-legged crake no longer crows happily.
When night falls, it's quiet,
I can only hear the stream singing softly.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.
The river is full of silver stars,
Silver waves overflow slightly in the stream.
Water flooded the grass on vilen,
Still shining with silver light.
When night fell, there was silence everywhere.
Nature is immersed in a dream.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.
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Song of the dog
In the morning, in the kennel made of black wheat straw,
The golden light shines on the broken straw mat:
This bitch gave birth to a litter of puppies-
Seven puppies with brown fur.
She kept kissing her children,
Lick it until dusk,
Under her warm belly, snowflakes melt into water droplets.
At night, the rooster squatted down,
A warm fireplace,
Here comes the frowning master,
Put seven puppies in the bag.
Bitch running in the rolling snow,
Track the master's footsteps,
She came to the unfrozen water,
Staring at the ripples.
She licked the sweat from her ribs,
Stumbling home,
The crescent moon above the hut,
She thought it was her puppy.
Looking up at the hazy night sky,
She let out a sad cry,
The faint crescent moon slipped away,
Hiding in the field behind the hill.
So she was silent as if she had been hit by a stone.
As if I heard ridicule,
Tears flowed out,
Like golden stars falling into the snow.
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I remembered
I remember, honey, I remember.
The flash of your soft hair;
Fate let me leave you,
My heart is heavy and sad.
I remember those autumn nights,
The leaves of birch trees rustle;
May the days be short,
May the moonlight shine longer.
I remember you saying to me:
"The good old days are about to become the past,
You'll forget me, dear,
Pairing with other girlfriends. "
Today, the bodhi tree is in bloom again.
Cause infinite melancholy in my heart;
How gentle I was then,
Sprinkle petals on your curly hair.
Ah, it's annoying to love others.
My heart won't get cold,
It will think of you from others,
As happy as reading a beloved novel.
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What is lost will never come back.
I can't remember that cool night,
I can't see my girlfriend again,
I can't hear the nightingale.
Sing a happy song in the garden.
Charming spring nights fly by.
You can't call it back, arrival.
The bleak autumn is coming,
The rain is endless, endless.
My girlfriend in the grave is sleeping soundly,
Bury the flame of love in your heart,
Autumn storms can't wake her dreams,
We can't make her blood boil any more.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Because the nightingale has flown overseas,
Beautiful songs echoing in the cool night sky,
It also calmed down forever.
The happiness I experienced in my life in the past,
I have already flown out of Hebei,
I only feel cold in my heart,
Lost things. Never come back.
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Play red hurdy-gurdy.
Pull up, pull up the red hurdy-gurdy.
A beautiful girl met a lover in the pasture.
The burning apple in my heart shines with the color of cornflower.
I play the accordion and sing my blue eyes.
The flashing ripples in the lake are not luminous,
Behind the hillside is your embroidered scarf.
Pull up, pull up the red hurdy-gurdy.
Let the beautiful girl hear her lover's throat.
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Lovely hometown.
Lovely hometown! My heart is dreaming.
The river is swaying like a haystack to watch the sun.
I really want to hide in the shade.
Hiding in a place where hundreds of birds contend.
Clover covered with golden robes,
Grow clover along the edge of the field.
Willow trees are like a group of gentle nuns-
The rosary makes a crisp sound.
The pipe in the swamp is smoking,
Black friends float in the sky.
I miss someone quietly,
Keep my secret thoughts to myself.
I welcome everything. I put up with everything,
After all the torture, the cup is full of joy.
I didn't come to this land in a hurry-
Just to leave quickly.
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I said goodbye to the house where I was born.
I said goodbye to the house where I was born,
Left the sky-blue Russia.
The birch forest is like a pool with three stars shining on it.
Warm old mother's sadness.
The moon is like a golden frog.
Lie flat on the calm water.
Like a cloud of apple blossoms—
My father's beard has turned white.
My return is far away.
Snow will sing for a long time,
Only one foot of the old maple tree is independent,
Guarding the sky-blue Russia.
Anyone who likes to kiss the fallen leaves,
I'm sure I'll like that tree,
Because that old maple tree-
Its face is the same as mine.
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I don't sigh, call or cry.
I don't sigh, I don't shout, I don't cry,
Everything dies together, like fireworks on a white apple tree,
The faded colors of autumn put me in a cage,
I will never have the time of Fangchun again.
My heart was attacked by the cold,
You won't jump violently now,
A country with birch patterns and fabrics,
You no longer attract me to walk barefoot.
The soul of a tramp, you are getting less and less.
Light the flame of language in my mouth.
Ah, my lost energy,
Violent eyes, surging emotions!
Life, now I'm tired of hope?
Are you just my spring dream?
As if on that empty spring morning,
I ride a beautiful horse.
We are all doomed to rot in this world,
Brass rotten leaves fell quietly on the maple tree. ...
There is no end to everything in the world,
I wish you happiness forever.
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white birch
At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
Yuli this birch tree,
In the flashing golden light,
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around,
Sunset,
It sent branches covered with snow,
And the silver glow of the upper layer.
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Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
Dear, you in my heart forever.
Destined to leave each other
Promise to meet us in front.
Goodbye, my friend. No need to shake hands.
Don't be sad, don't be sad,-
Death is nothing new in this world,
Being alive is not fresher.