Do you think we are drawing Yesenin. Sergei Yesenin uncensored

“Sing, sing. On the damn guitar

Sing, sing. On the damn guitar

Your fingers dance in a semicircle.

Would choke in this frenzy,

My last, only friend.

Don't look at her wrists

And flowing silk from her shoulders.

I was looking for happiness in this woman,

And accidentally found death.

I didn't know love was contagious

I didn't know love was a plague.

Came up with a slitted eye

The bully went crazy.

Sing, my friend. call me again

Our former violent early.

Let her kiss each other

Ah, wait. I don't scold her.

Ah, wait. I don't curse her.

Let me play about myself

Under this bass string.

The days of my pink dome are pouring.

In the heart of dreams of gold sums.

I touched a lot of girls

Many women pressed in the corner.

Yes! there is the bitter truth of the earth,

I peeped with a childish eye:

Males lick in line

Bitch dripping juice

So why should I be jealous of her.

So why should I hurt like this.

The freer, the louder

Here and there.

I won't end myself

Go to hell.

To your pack of dogs

It's time to forgive.

Darling I'm crying

Sorry Sorry…

"Sorokoust"

A. Marienhof

Blows, blows the death horn!

How can we be, how can we be now

On muddy haunches of roads?

You, lovers of song fleas,

Would you like to suck on a gelding?

It is full of meekness of muzzles to celebrate,

Like it, not like it, take it.

It's good when the twilight teases

And they pour it into your fat asses

Bloody broom of dawn.

Soon freeze with lime will whiten

That village and these meadows.

There is nowhere for you to hide from death,

There is no escape from the enemy.

Here he is, here he is with an iron belly,

Pulls five to the throats of the plains,

Leads the old mill with his ear,

He sharpened his flour-grinding scent.

And the yard silent bull,

That he spilled his whole brain on heifers,

Wiping the tongue on the spinner,

I sensed trouble over the field.

Oh, not from the other side of the village

So the harmonica cries pitifully:

Talia-la-la, tili-li-gom

Hanging over a white window sill.

And the yellow autumn wind

Is it not because, touching the blue with ripples,

As if from horses with a comb,

Comb leaves from maples.

He goes, he goes, a terrible messenger,

The fifth bulky thicket aches.

And the songs yearn more and more

Under the frog squeak in the straw.

Oh electric sunrise

Belts and pipes deaf grip,

Se hut wooden belly

Shaking steel fever!

Have you seen

How it runs through the steppes

Hiding in lake mists,

Snoring iron nostril,

On the paws of a cast-iron train?

On the big grass

As at a feast of desperate races,

Thin legs throwing to the head,

Is the red-maned foal galloping?

Dear, dear, funny fool

Well, where is he, where is he chasing?

Doesn't he know that living horses

Did the steel cavalry win?

Doesn't he know that in the fields of the radiant

That time will not return his run,

When a couple of beautiful steppe Russians

Did you give a Pecheneg for a horse?

In a different way, fate repainted at the auction

Our splash, awakened by the gnashing,

And for thousands of pounds of horse skin and meat

Now they are buying a steam locomotive.

Damn you, nasty guest!

Our song will not get along with you.

It's a pity that you didn't have to as a child

Drown like a bucket in a well.

It's good for them to stand and watch

Paint mouths in tin kisses, -

Only I, as a psalmist, sing

Above the native country "Hallelujah".

That's why in the September skelete

On dry and cold loam,

Head smashed on the wattle fence,

The rowan berries were covered with blood.

That's why the sadness has grown

In the busts of talyanka voiced.

And a straw-smelling man

He choked on a dashing moonshine.

"Don't grieve, dear, and don't gasp"

Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp,

Hold life like a horse by the bridle,

Send everyone and everyone to dick

Don't get sent to hell!

"Yes! Now it's decided. No return"

Yes! Now it's decided. no return

I left my native fields.

They will no longer be winged leaves

I need to ring poplars.

My old dog is long gone.

I love this elm city

Let him be flabby and let him be deaf.

Golden drowsy Asia

Rested on the domes.

And when the moon shines at night,

When it shines ... the devil knows how!

I walk with my head down

Alley to a familiar tavern.

Noise and din in this creepy lair,

But all night long, until dawn,

I read poetry to prostitutes

And with the bandits I fry alcohol.

Heart beats faster and faster

And I say out of place:

“I am the same as you, lost,

I can't go back now."

The low house will stoop without me,

My old dog is long dead.

On Moscow's winding streets

To die, to know, God judged me.

"The wind blows from the south and the moon has risen"

The wind blows from the south

And the moon has risen

What are you, whore

Didn't you come at night?

You didn't come at night

Didn't show up during the day.

Do you think we're jerking off?

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Classmates

"The wind blows from the south and the moon has risen"

The wind blows from the south
And the moon has risen
What are you, whore
Didn't you come at night?

You didn't come at night
Didn't show up during the day.
Do you think we're jerking off?
Not! We eat others!

“Sing, sing. On the damn guitar

Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance in a semicircle.
Would choke in this frenzy,
My last, only friend.

Don't look at her wrists
And flowing silk from her shoulders.
I was looking for happiness in this woman,
And accidentally found death.

I didn't know love was contagious
I didn't know love was a plague.
Came up with a slitted eye
The bully went crazy.

Sing, my friend. call me again
Our former violent early.
Let her kiss each other
Young, beautiful bastard.

Ah, wait. I don't scold her.
Ah, wait. I don't curse her.
Let me play about myself
Under this bass string.

The days of my pink dome are pouring.
In the heart of dreams of gold sums.
I touched a lot of girls
Many women pressed in the corner.

Yes! there is the bitter truth of the earth,
I peeped with a childish eye:
Males lick in line
Bitch dripping juice

So why should I be jealous of her.
So why should I hurt like this.
Our life is a sheet and a bed.
Our life is a kiss and a whirlpool.

Sing, sing! On a fatal scale
These hands are a fatal misfortune.
You know, fuck them...
I will not die, my friend, never.

“Rash, harmonica. Boredom ... Boredom "

Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom...
The harmonist pours his fingers in a wave.
Drink with me you lousy bitch
Drink with me.

Loved you, scourged -
Unbearable.
Why are you looking so blue splashes?
Do you want it in the face?

In the garden you would be stuffed,
Frighten crows.
Tormented me to the liver
From all sides.

Rash, harmonica. Rash, my frequent.
Drink, otter, drink.
I'd rather be that busty one over there, -
She is dumber.

I'm not the first among women...
a lot of you
But with someone like you, with a bitch
Only for the first time.

The freer, the louder
Here and there.
I won't end myself
Go to hell.

To your pack of dogs
It's time to forgive.
Darling I'm crying
Sorry Sorry…

"Sorokoust"

A. Marienhof

Blows, blows the death horn!
How can we be, how can we be now
On muddy haunches of roads?

You, lovers of song fleas,
Would you like to suck on a gelding?

It is full of meekness of muzzles to celebrate,
Like it, not like it, take it.
It's good when the twilight teases
And they pour it into your fat asses
Bloody broom of dawn.

Soon freeze with lime will whiten
That village and these meadows.
There is nowhere for you to hide from death,
There is no escape from the enemy.

Here he is, here he is with an iron belly,
Pulls five to the throats of the plains,
Leads the old mill with his ear,
He sharpened his flour-grinding scent.
And the yard silent bull,
That he spilled his whole brain on heifers,
Wiping the tongue on the spinner,
I sensed trouble over the field.

Oh, not from the other side of the village
So the harmonica cries pitifully:
Talia-la-la, tili-li-gom
Hanging over a white window sill.
And the yellow autumn wind
Is it not because, touching the blue with ripples,
As if from horses with a comb,
Comb leaves from maples.
He goes, he goes, a terrible messenger,
The fifth bulky thicket aches.
And the songs yearn more and more
Under the frog squeak in the straw.
Oh electric sunrise
Belts and pipes deaf grip,
Se hut wooden belly
Shaking steel fever!

Have you seen
How it runs through the steppes
Hiding in lake mists,
Snoring iron nostril,
On the paws of a cast-iron train?

And behind him
On the big grass
As at a feast of desperate races,
Thin legs throwing to the head,
Is the red-maned foal galloping?

Dear, dear, funny fool
Well, where is he, where is he chasing?
Doesn't he know that living horses
Did the steel cavalry win?
Doesn't he know that in the fields of the radiant
That time will not return his run,
When a couple of beautiful steppe Russians
Did you give a Pecheneg for a horse?
In a different way, fate repainted at the auction
Our splash, awakened by the gnashing,
And for thousands of pounds of horse skin and meat
Now they are buying a steam locomotive.

Damn you, nasty guest!
Our song will not get along with you.
It's a pity that you didn't have to as a child
Drown like a bucket in a well.
It's good for them to stand and watch
Paint mouths in tin kisses, -
Only I, as a psalmist, sing
Above the native country "Hallelujah".
That's why in the September skelete
On dry and cold loam,
Head smashed on the wattle fence,
The rowan berries were covered with blood.
That's why the sadness has grown
In the busts of talyanka voiced.
And a straw-smelling man
He choked on a dashing moonshine.

"Don't grieve, dear, and don't gasp"

Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Send everyone and everyone to dick
Don't get sent to hell!

"Yes! Now it's decided. No return"

Yes! Now it's decided. no return
I left my native fields.
They will no longer be winged leaves
I need to ring poplars.

My old dog is long gone.

I love this elm city
Let him be flabby and let him be deaf.
Golden drowsy Asia
Rested on the domes.

And when the moon shines at night,
When it shines ... the devil knows how!
I walk with my head down
Alley to a familiar tavern.

Noise and din in this creepy lair,
But all night long, until dawn,
I read poetry to prostitutes
And with the bandits I fry alcohol.

Heart beats faster and faster
And I say out of place:
“I am the same as you, lost,
I can't go back now."

The low house will stoop without me,
My old dog is long dead.
On Moscow's winding streets
To die, to know, God judged me.

In contact with

Love is a bath, you must either dive headlong or not go into the water at all. If you wander along the shore knee-deep in water, then you will only be splashed with spray and you will freeze and get angry.

Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Send everyone and everyone to x. th!,
So that they don’t send you to f ... du!

You don't love me, don't pity me
Am I a little handsome?
Without looking in the face, you are thrilled with passion,
Putting my hands on my shoulders.
Young, with a sensual grin,
I am not gentle with you and not rude.
Tell me how many have you caressed?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?
I know they passed like shadows
Without touching your fire
To many you sat on your knees,
And now you're sitting here with me.
May your eyes be half closed
And you think of someone else
I myself do not love you very much,
Drowning in a distant road.
Don't call this ardor fate
Frivolous quick-tempered connection, -
How by chance I met you
I smile and calmly disperse.
Yes, and you will go your own way
Spread the gloomy days
Just don't touch the unkissed
Only unburned do not mani.
And when with another down the lane
You will pass, talking about love,
Maybe I'll go for a walk
And we will meet with you again.
Turning your shoulders closer to the other
And leaning down a little
You say to me quietly: "Good evening!"
I will answer: "Good evening, miss."
And nothing will disturb the soul
And nothing will make her shiver, -
Who loved, he cannot love,
Who is burned, you will not set fire to.

In thunderstorms, in storms, in the coldness of life, with heavy losses and when you are sad, seeming smiling and simple is the highest art in the world.

Face to face, no face to be seen: the big is seen from a distance

Just please don't go missing
Leave at least some threads, addresses.
I will search for you endlessly
While I will dream of our spring.

What can I tell you about this most terrible realm of philistinism, which borders on idiocy? In addition to the foxtrot, there is almost nothing here, they eat and drink here, and again the foxtrot. I have not yet met a man and I do not know where he smells. In a terrible fashion, Mr. Dollar, and the art of sneeze - the highest music hall. I didn't even want to publish books here, despite the cheapness of paper and translations. No one here needs this... Even if we are beggars, even if we have hunger, cold... but we have a soul that was rented here as unnecessary for smerdyakovism.

I would forever forget taverns, and I would give up writing poetry, if only to thinly touch my hand, and your hair is the color in autumn ...

Living with an open soul is the same as walking with an open fly.

"Russia. What a beautiful word! And dew, and strength, and something blue ... "

And great poets wrote various poems, because they, too, were often ordinary people, with the same problems as us mere mortals. They loved and hated in the same way, they were offended, and they themselves insulted others, obscene and swearing.
Under the cut, a selection of poems by very famous poets, verses without censorship. I am not responsible for the authenticity of the verses, since I took them from here http://www.stihi-xix-xx-vekov.ru/epi1.html But maybe not all of these verses are worth reading.
Yesenin S. A. - “The wind blows from the south and the moon has risen”

The wind blows from the south
And the moon has risen
What are you, whore
Didn't you come at night?

You didn't come at night
Didn't show up during the day.
Do you think we're jerking off?
Not! We eat others!

Yesenin S. A. - “Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp”

Do not grieve, dear, and do not gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Send everyone and everyone to dick
Don't get sent to hell!

Pushkin A. S.
"But I can't think of another joke"

I can't think of another joke
As soon as send Tolstoy to the dick.

Pushkin A. S. - "Epitaph"

O vain glory! about smoldering menacing view -
Hard cock Pushkin is here for the first time.

Pushkin A. S. - “A violinist once came to the castrato”

Once a violinist came to the castrato,
He was poor and that one was rich.
“Look, said the dumb singer,
My diamonds, emeralds -
I took them apart out of boredom.
BUT! By the way, brother,” he continued, “
When you get bored
What are you doing, please tell me."
In response, the poor fellow is indifferent:
- I? I scratch myself.

Pushkin A. S. - On the pictures to "Eugene
Onegin" in the "Nevsky Almanac"

1
Here, having crossed the Kokushkin bridge,
Leaning your ass on granite
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin himself
Stands with Monsieur Onegin.
Not deigning to look
The stronghold of fatal power,
He stood proudly behind the fortress:
Don't spit in the well, my dear.

2
The navel blackens through the shirt,
Outside tit - cute look!
Tatyana crumples a piece of paper in her hand,
Zane's stomach hurts:
She then got up in the morning
With pale moon rays
And tore it to pieces
Of course, the Nevsky Almanac.

Lermontov M. Yu. - "To Tizenhausen"

Don't drive so languidly
Don't turn your round ass
Sweetness and vice
Kindly don't joke.
Don't go to someone else's bed
And do not let your
Not joking, not really
Do not shake tender hands.
Know, our lovely Chukhonets,
Youth does not shine for a long time!
Know: when the hand of the Lord
Breaks over you
All that you are today
You see at your feet with a prayer,
Sweet moisture of a kiss
They won't take away your longing
At least then for the tip of the dick
You would give your life.

Mayakovsky V.V.
"Do you like roses? And I shit on them"

Do you love roses?
and I shit on them!
the country needs steam locomotives,
we need metal!
comrade!
don't ooh
don't ah!
don't pull the bridle!
once the plan has been carried out
send everyone
in pussy
did not fulfill
myself
go
on the
fuck.

Mayakovsky V. V. - “We need fucking”

We need a fuck
like the Chinese
rice.
Don't get tired of dick
bristle with a radio mast!
in both holes
look -
don't catch
syphilis.
And then you will
before doctors
writhe!

Goethe Johann - "What the stork can do"

Found a place to nest
Our stork! .. This bird -
Thunderstorm of frogs from the pond -
Nests on the belfry!

They are there all day long,
The people are literally moaning, -
But no one - neither old nor young -
Don't touch his nest!

You ask what such an honor
Did the bird win? -
She is a badass! - shit on the church!
Admirable habit!

Nekrasov N. A. - “Finally from Koenigsberg”

Finally from Koenigsberg
I approached the country
Where they don't like Gutenberg
And they find taste in shit.
I drank Russian infusion,
Heard "fucking mother"
And go ahead of me
Write Russian faces.

Grigoriev A. A. - "Farewell to St. Petersburg"

Farewell, cold and impassive,
Magnificent city of slaves
Barracks, brothels and palaces,
With your purulent-clear night,
With your terrible coldness
To the blows of sticks and whips,
With your vile royal service,
With your petty vanity,
With your bureaucratic ass
Which are glorious, for example,
Both Kalaidovich and Lakier,
With your claim - with Europe
Go and stand on the level...
Damn you mother fucker!