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Famous Soviet and Russian poet, prose writer and film director. A contemporary of Okudzhava, Akhmadulina, Voznesensky and Rozhdestvensky, he was at the forefront of Russian poetry in the second half of the 20th century. In 1963, he was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, but the Greek poet Yorgos Seferis received the coveted award that year.

We have selected 10 quotes from Yevtushenko's poems:

But that's how the earthly world works
And so we will never fade:
Someone behind the wall is laughing
When we almost cry.

What construction sites, satellites in the country!
But we lost on an uneven path
And twenty million in the war
And millions are at war with the people.
Forget about it, cutting off the memory?
But where is the ax that the memory will cut off at once?
No one, like Russians, saved others like that,
No one, like Russians, destroys himself like that.

Do not create an idol from the Motherland,
But do not rush into her guides.
Thank you for feeding you
But don't give thanks on your knees.
She herself is largely to blame,
And we are all guilty along with it.
To deify Russia is vulgar,
But to despise her is even more vulgar.

We, shy of loneliness, from longing
We rush to some companies,
And friendship worthless obligations bondage
Pursued to the grave.

What a joy - loved so often
Offend for nothing?
How to make a loved one unhappy -
Everyone knows. How happy - no one.

Take care of these lands, these waters
Even a small bylinochku loving.
Take care of all the animals inside nature,
Kill only the beasts within you!

Happiness is like a glance from an airplane.
Grief sees the earth without embellishment.
There is something treacherous in happiness -
Grief will not betray a person.

There are no uninteresting people in the world.
Their destinies are like the histories of the planets.
Each has everything special, its own,
And there are no planets like it.

I sing and I drink
Not thinking about death
Spreading my arms
I fall into the grass
And if I die in this world,
Then I will die of happiness that I live.

I ride, I swim, I fly
I'm in a hurry somewhere
I read smart books
I'm not getting smarter.
Maybe searches, throwing -
No reason to grieve?
Maybe the meaning of existence
What is the point of looking for it?

Don't assert yourself. will be lost
undermined by vanity, your genius,
and a craving for small self-affirmations
will only lead to self-destruction.

We,
ashamed of loneliness
from longing
rush to some companies,
and friendship worthless obligations bondage
persecuted to the grave.

But who, if not us, turns loved ones
in such as we are no longer able to love?

Who wants everything at once
he is poor in that he cannot wait.

But that's how the earthly world works
and we never fade away:
someone laughs behind the wall,
when we almost cry.

I love you more than nature
For you are like nature itself,
I love you more than freedom
Without you, freedom is a prison! I love you carelessly
Like an abyss, not a rut!
I love you more than possible!
More than impossible love! I love recklessly, indefinitely.
Even drunk, even rude.
And more than myself, that's for sure.
Even more than just yourself.

And only that tired shoulder
Forgive me now, and forgive me again
And only those sad eyes
Forgive all that cannot be forgiven...

I sing and I drink
not thinking about death
arms outstretched,
I fall into the grass
and if I die in this world,
then I will die of happiness that I live.

What a joy - loved so often
offend for nothing?
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's why last love is terrible,
that this is not love, but the fear of loss.

I don't need to be loved
I love enough.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

We are on the globe
flying fiercely,
threatening to explode
and you have to hug
not to fall down
and if you break -
break down together.

Saying "I love you" won't be true
It will not be true - "I do not like."

We are chatting in crowded trams,
We are shaken by one maet,
The subway swallows us every now and then,
Releasing from a smoky mouth.
In noisy streets, in white flutters
People we walk next to people
Our breaths are mixed
Our tracks are mixed up, our tracks are mixed up.
From our pockets we pull smoke,
We moo popular songs,
Hitting each other with elbows,
Sorry or shut up.
Along Sadovy, Lebyazhy and Trubny
Each in a separate way
We don't know each other
Let's go hitting each other.

Be in love.
To be eternal in the moment.
All those who love -
these are geniuses.

I love you more than Shakespeare
More 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 - impracticability.
Why lead under deceit, as down the aisle?
Vision is good until it evaporates.
Humane not to love when then - the end. Our poor dog is whining to the point of insanity,
sometimes with a paw at my door, then scratching at your door.
For falling out of love, I do not apologize.
Forgive me for loving you.

I realized that in childhood the snow is fluffier,
greener in youth the hills,
I realized that there are so many lives in life,
How many times have we loved in our lives? I realized that I was secretly involved
to so many people all of the time.
I realized that a person is unhappy,
because he is looking for happiness.

Take care of these lands, these waters
Even a small bylinochku loving.
Take care of all the animals inside nature,
Kill only the beasts within you!

Music is for flight.
Everything in music is sacred.
If someone is fake
music is not to blame.

There is strength in indecision
when on the wrong track
forward to the false lights
you hesitate to go.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

I'm afraid not to cope with the face,
when I see you somewhere
and it will all end
where there is no secret anymore.
I'm afraid not to cope with the soul,
I'm afraid not to cope with the body,
so that over you and over me
did not abuse the whole world.
I'm afraid - I don't know why -
you like secret wealth.
afraid - and most of all -
do not be afraid of his loss.

irresistible
you are winter winter! You are mesmerizing
How do you freeze! Soul of Naldelay
everything is colder.
What have you done
with your soul!

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

Do not seek happiness to be loved, -
know how to love when you are unloved.

I dream of an old friend
who became an enemy
but dream not of the enemy,
but the same friend.

Our mothers are leaving us
leaving slowly,
on tiptoe,
and we sleep peacefully
satiated with food,
not noticing this terrible hour.
Mothers do not leave us immediately,
No -
it just seems to us that immediately.
They leave slowly and strangely
small steps on the steps of years.

Russian culture
always united
and only tested
to break.
At least hide in Mecca,
at least jump into oblivion,
in the guts - Russia.
Don't rip out!
Shish!
There is no non-return to Russia.
You can't escape from your own heart.

All those who shattered my soul,
to hell mother
to the damn mother.
I will be on the northern bumps,
forests
my soul
collect in pieces.
And at the Alyonushka swamp
maybe it will grow
maybe grow...

I want to erase the memory
and think about your
but still wants to see you
and be with you.
When will all this end?!
I suffer again
And I don't want to take love
and scared to lose.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

Do Russians want wars?
Ask you the silence
over the expanse of arable land and fields
and birches and poplars.
Ask those soldiers
that lie under the birches,
and let their sons tell you,
Do the Russians want war?

The curse of the century is the rush
and the man, wiping off the sweat,
rushing through life like a pawn,
having been hunted down in time trouble. They drink hastily, love hastily,
and the soul descends.
Hastily beat, hastily destroy,
and then they repent, hurrying.

I didn't know jealousy.
you awakened
it is in me, bleeding my whole soul.
Now I am your forever.
You win.
You won by
which is not mine.

The bell is hoarse - a tram bell.
I'm on a pedestal. Bridges are flying.
Alone again. Nothing. Not for the first time.
I'd rather be all alone
than, warming up, living souls
burn like dead leaves at your feet.
It's all over. I couldn't do otherwise.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

Don't turn talent into an ace of trumps.
Not trump cards - neither honesty, nor courage.
Who boasts of generosity - a hidden miser,
Who boasts of courage is a hidden coward.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

Sweetheart, sleep...
What is the cause of insomnia?
Roaring sea?
Prayer trees?
Bad feelings?
Whose dishonesty?
Or maybe not someone
but just mine?

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

It's more humane not to repeat "I love ..." when you love.
How hard then from these very lips
hear the sound of an empty, lie, mockery, rudeness,
and the falsely full world will appear falsely empty.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

If only the soul could be kissed,
I would cling to it, as if to a moonbeam.
How poor in the world are those whose goal is a bed,
My goal is your soul. I want her.
I want your voice. He is your soul.
In the dew I want to run barefoot with him,
And in a haystack, so gently stabbing, sinning,
To touch the skin of the voice with the tongue.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

Happiness is like a glance from an airplane.
Grief sees the earth 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 after centuries?
Is your doppelgänger possible?
and my doppelgänger? Only in our children.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

The one who did not know grief
don't judge love.

Mumbling? Apparently, tired of tossing and turning?
You wrap yourself in a dream and wrap yourself in it.
In a dream, you can do whatever you want,
everything that mutters when we don't sleep.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

Today I don't 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 overbitterness, especially when you read the Internet. Need to get rid of this. We must not only learn to love others, but also ourselves. We offend each other very easily.

I don't give up, but I still do
I stop taking the pen in my hands,
And on my tired lips
Silence descends frighteningly. Here are also people, if they feel bad
They cannot tell everything to others.
Alone with themselves they are silent
Or they mumble just as painfully.

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

It's scary not to understand each other -
do not understand and embrace,
and yet, oddly enough,
but just as scary, just as scary
understand each other in everything. Either way, we hurt ourselves.
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
passionately and deeply.
Don't stand aside
when I'm lonely.
In zeal empty
don't catch small.
For all my "later"
love my "now".

Evgeny Alexandrovich Evtushenko

There are no uninteresting people in the world.
Their fates are like the histories of the planets.
Each has everything special, its own,
and there are no planets similar to it. And if someone lived unnoticed
and was friends with this invisibility,
he was interesting among people
by its very uninterestingness. Everyone has their own secret personal world.
There is the best moment in this world.
There is the most terrible hour in this world,
but all this is unknown to us. And if a person dies,
with him his first snow dies,
and the first kiss, and the first fight ...
He takes all this with him. Yes, books and bridges remain,
machines and artists canvases,
yes, much is destined to stay,
but something after all leaves all the same! Such is the law of a ruthless game.
Not people die, but worlds.
We remember people, sinful 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 own father
we, knowing everything, do not know anything. People leave ... They cannot be returned.
Their secret worlds cannot be revived.
And every time I want again
from this irreversibility to scream.

EVTUSHENKO, Evgeny Alexandrovich

(b. 1933), poet

30 And it's snowing, and it's snowing.

“And it’s snowing”, song from the movie “Dima Gorin’s Career” (1961), music. A. Eshpay

31 There are no monuments above Babi Yar.

"Babi Yar" (1961)? Yevtushenko, 1:316

32 I am to all anti-Semites, / as a Jew,

and therefore - / I am a real Russian!

"Babi Yar" Yevtushenko, 1:318

33 Ah, I have enough gentlemen,

But I don't have good love.

"River Runs" (1960), music. E. Kolmanovsky

The song was written for the performance of the theater "Sovremennik" "Miracle".

34 A poet in Russia is more than just a poet.

The beginning of the poem "Bratskaya HPP" (1964–1965)

Yevtushenko, 1:443

35 Poets are often killed,

To quote later.

In a later edition: “You kill all the poets, /

to quote later! ? Yevtushenko, 1:300.

37 The intelligentsia / sings thieves' songs.

She sings / not the songs of Krasnaya Presnya.

"The intelligentsia sings thieves' songs" (1975)

Yevtushenko, 1:204

38 He knew that the earth was turning,

but he had a family.

"Career" (1957; published in 1962)? Yevtushenko, 1:188

39 There are no uninteresting people in the world.

"There are no uninteresting people in the world ..." (1961)

Yevtushenko, 1:323

40 Stalin's heirs.

Yevtushenko E. Citizens, listen to me. -

M., 1989, p. 415

Immediately after Stalin's death, Konstantin Fedin wrote in his article "Stalin's Heirs": "Stalin's legacy of genius is owned and managed by loyal, strong and infinitely talented heirs. These Stalinist heirs are the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and our great Soviet people.” ? "Lit. newspaper, March 7, 1953, p. four.

41 The poet stood.

"Poet in the Market" (1974) ? Yevtushenko, 3:83

42 Other times have come. / Other names have risen.

“Other times have come ...” (1963)? Yevtushenko, 1:405

43 This is what happens to me:

My old friend doesn't visit me.

"That's what's happening to me..." (1957)

Yevtushenko, 1:181

The poem was set to music by M. Tariverdiev for the film The Irony of Fate (1975).

44 You asked in a whisper:

“And then what? / And then what?

The bed was made up

And you were confused.

"You asked in a whisper..." (1957)

Yevtushenko, 1:189

45 You're leaving like a train.

Name and a line of a song from the movie "To Love" (1968), music. M. Tariverdieva

46 Do Russians want wars?

Name and 1st line of the song (1961), music. E. Kolmanovsky

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As I said above, my father was a well-read man. This applied to history as well. My father could spend hours telling me, still a completely unintelligent child, about the fall of Babylon, and about the Spanish Inquisition, and about the war of the Scarlet and White Roses, and about William of Orange ... My father read me a lot and poems by heart - he had an amazing memory! He especially loved Lermontov, Goethe, Edgar Poe, Kipling. He read Kipling's "Testament to his Son" to me as penetratingly as only one's own poetry can read. My father wrote poetry himself. No doubt he possessed a genuine talent. Four lines, written by him at the age of fourteen, still amaze me with their perfection: ... Shooting back from longing, I wanted to run away somewhere, But the stars are too high, And the price for the stars is high. Thanks to my father, I learned to read and write at the age of six, and at the age of eight I read indiscriminately - 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 and nothing 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 and actor. Was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

The more I live in this world,
The more ash knocks in my heart.

I am driven by love for humanity and for my homeland.

Poets in Russia were born
with a dante's bullet in the chest.

We need to cultivate love in people.

And only that tired shoulder
Forgive me now, and forgive me again
And only those sad eyes
Forgive all that cannot be forgiven...

True love for the motherland is inseparable from love for all mankind.

Nothing brings people together like a fire. He has the face of our thoughts. The fire gives freedom of different thoughts when looking at the same fire. Why do people love looking 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 fish, black grouse or ducks, 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 branches, sparks, bitter smoke, and you get what people can’t do - you both talk and listen to each other at the same time ...

A poet in Russia is more than just a poet.
It is destined to be born poets
the one in whom the proud spirit of citizenship roams,
for whom there is no comfort, there is no rest.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko in his youth

Why is true love and tragedy like two convicts bound in one chain? Because love is such a perfection that all the imperfection of the world envies and strives to strangle it.

But who, if not us, turns loved ones
in such as we are no longer able to love?

A poet in Russia is more than just a poet.

You can't handle music
Music will handle you!

They do not choose their homeland - they give their homeland with life.

…No more sacred
natural craving to be happy ...

Each generation has its own misconceptions, the main thing is that people should be ready to correct the mistakes made, to draw the right conclusions from what happened.

Self-confidence is blissful
and uncertainty is wrong.
Souls of latent fermentation
she twitches with 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 of the world. I saw a lot of scoundrels, but did not see a single nationality that would entirely consist of scoundrels.

This is how one should live - not to have fun idly!
Go to death, forgetting peace, comfort,
And speak - at least three minutes - the truth!
At least three minutes! Let them kill you later!

…end of talent
There is the impossibility of rebellion.

I teach - all of humanity.

Premonition of the verse
with a real poet
there is a sense of sin
that was done sometime, somewhere.

I am a poet of the people, and not of some individual people, groups or parties.

…But be truthful. I love your fake
They may consider it a falsity of communism.

Today I don't 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 overbitterness, especially when you read the Internet. Need to get rid of this. We must not only learn to love others, but also ourselves. We offend each other very easily.

Let each one enter into life with this vow:
help that which should bloom,
and take revenge without forgetting about it,
everything that deserves revenge!

Tales of woman's jealousy do not affect,
And hatched as revenge.

Real art is not based on evil.

People have gone berserk with hatred towards each other.

The poet is always driven by shame,
throwing him into immensity,
and he bridges bridges with bones,
paying for non-payment.

Nationalism is a moral dead end.

Exchanging the spirit for particulars,
we run away from generalizations.

Self-confidence is necessary. He is talented who is not afraid to be horrified by his painful mediocrity.

Children are secret adults.

Hatred is the antithesis of internationalism.

Stepmother, let with a good soul, -
She is clearly not a mother.

Do not disappear. Give me your palm.
I am written on it - I believe in it.
That's why last love is terrible,
that this is not love, but the fear of loss.

Is it the fault of the nail that goes into the wall?
He is driven with a butt into her.

Believe gossip rather than loved ones.

There are no bad people. But without mercy
I'll tell you, not blaming the owners:
Every nation has its own bastards.

We, the older, the more frank.
For this we are grateful to fate.
And the changes in life coincide
with big changes.

I sing and I drink
not thinking about death
arms outstretched,
I fall into the grass
and if I die in this world,
then I will die of happiness that I live.

The early charms are beautiful.
Charm wounds are dangerous.

And the drama of Rome is the drama of the temple,
who is in the turmoil of centuries
full of gods, like trash,
and at the same time - without gods.

Saying "I love you" won't be true
It will not be true - 'I do not like.

From everyday life, from everyday calculation,
from pale skeptics and pink slippers
we are pulled into the distance by a flickering something,
transforming the world with reflections.

It's shameful to be free
when it's honorable to go to jail.

Do not seek happiness to be loved, -
know how to love when you are unloved.

But the vicissitudes of fate
but also blows and losses,
life, for the beauty in you
is that a big fee?

The one who did not know grief
don't judge love.

Self-preservation instinct
does not save us, but kills us.

It is impossible for love for the motherland to come into conflict with love for humanity. Then this is not real, but fake patriotism.

Artists are independent of death.

Art - stunt shooting, that stunt, fatal,
where full throttle is pressed.

Be in love.
To be eternal in the moment.
All those who love -
these are geniuses.

Music is for flight.
Everything in music is sacred.
If someone is fake
music is not to blame.

Don't turn talent into an ace of trumps.
Not trump cards - neither honesty, nor courage.
Who boasts of generosity - a hidden miser,
Who boasts of courage is a hidden coward.

Take care of these lands, these waters
Even a small bylinochku loving.
Take care of all the animals inside nature,
Kill only the beasts within you!

I dream of an old friend
who became an enemy
but dream not of the enemy,
but the same friend.

It's time to save love at the very beginning
from ardent "never!", From children's "forever!".
"Don't promise!" - trains shouted to us,
"Don't promise!" - mumbled wires.

I didn't know jealousy.
you awakened
it is in me, bleeding my whole soul.
Now I am your forever.
You win.
You won by
which is not mine.

Be free with money, like a beggar,
never be a beggar without money!

I do not like beautiful anguish.
Lament near death is not a trace.
But out of many injustices
The biggest one is death.

Happiness is like a glance from an airplane.
Grief sees the earth 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 after centuries?
Is your doppelgänger possible?
and my doppelgänger? Only in our children.

I don't need to be loved
I love enough.

We,
ashamed of loneliness
from longing
rush to some companies,
and friendship worthless obligations bondage
persecuted to the grave.

 


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