Sergey Yesenin`s homeland. What was especially expensive to heart of the poet?
As were written by Sergey Yesenin in one of the autobiographies, in the childhood he liked to run away with peers on spacious meadows, spending days without a break there. Fishing in small lakes, life in tents with shepherds, contemplation of boundless Ryazan open spaces and the infinite sky over the head - all this filled soul of future poet with pleasant, cheerful feelings. Since childhood Yesenin went from uncles to Oka to give to drink to horses. As he wrote then, he was afraid that “ of a horse will drink the moon“ which was reflected in water. From here, from the childhood - this sincere Yesenin`s love to contemplation of the night nature. On memoirs of the sister Ekaterina, the brother could “vanish for days on end in meadows or on Oka“ , and then brought home fish, duck eggs, crayfish.
Being already an adult, he left with fishermen for 15 km from Konstantinov for several days. Life outdoors filled soul of the poet with new forces. In such days, for example, poems “The Feather Grass Sleeps …“, “Bless Each Work, Good Luck“, “I Go the Valley“ are written. Annually coming home to have a rest from city bustle and vital storms, the poet, as before, wandered about Oka expanses, coming back brightened up, relieved of heavy thoughts.
Having become the famous poet, Yesenin did not forget native Konstantinovo and every summer came back here as he spoke, “home“ . To the native yard it drove on the dashing carrier or on the rushing couple of horses. On memoirs of sisters of the poet, from such effective arrival by everything it became more cheerful at once, everyday difficulties were forgotten for a while. Here, in Konstantinovo, Yesenin wrote a set of poems: “The grove gold“, “Homecoming“ dissuaded, “I am the last poet of the village“, “It is visible is so got forever“. In the parental house it long was by the window, admiring declines and risings. And at night at an open window podsvistyvat to nightingales.
During stay in a home Yesenin tried not to miss minutes: helped mother about the house, cleaned a haymaking with the father. He very much loved a haying time, the poem “I Love over the Mowing Parking …“ is devoted to it. The poet lived in a barn, working for hours and hours without interruption. Generally it worked in the morning, and at midday went with sisters on the high coast of Oka. There they sat long, looking afar, everyone in the thoughts. Around - jabber of grasshoppers, a rumble of mosquitoes, in the distance darken in a bluish haze of the wood, lakes sparkle. In the same way they liked to sit also at the nights, beholding the star sky.
In the summer Yesenin with sisters went to fish to some quiet place on Oka. And coming back home on these open spaces, all three sang the Russian national songs. Sergey Yesenin, on memoirs of the family to him people, had a special manner to sing. His friend, the teacher in Konstantinov, S. N. Sokolov, so wrote about it: “Sang quietly, as if for himself, but put in the song all heart and soul“ .
On memoirs of the sister of the poet Aleksandra Yesenina, Sergey often left on a rural cemetery, sat down on an ancient stone plate and admired the wonderful view opening from here. Especially it liked spring flood of Oka, “where to each chip as if to the ship, such scope that you will not throw an eye“ .
Everything in the native village was expensive to the poet. During disorders in 1918 it defended the estate of Lidiya Kashina which was wanted to be destroyed. At meeting of collective farm Yesenin then told: “Take away, you will break everything, and any advantage! And so though the school will be or out-patient clinic. We have nothing“ . In a year as remembers Alexander Yesenin, in the estate actually the out-patient clinic opened, and made club of a lordly stable. Now in the estate there is a museum of the poem “Anna Snegina“, Lidiya Kashina is a prototype of the main character.
Living in the capital and meeting fellows villager, the poet first of all asked on life in Konstantinov, remembered the free childhood on the bank of Oka. Last time Yesenin visited the native village in 1924. In the spring near a wattle fence near the house it planted a poplar which grows still. In August of the same year, on memoirs of the sister Aleksandra, it proceeded all vicinities, vanishing for days on end and coming back home at daybreak as though having a presentiment of something. In fatal December, 1925 Yesenin very much wanted to arrive to Konstantinovo to the family, but, to a great regret, it was not fated to come true …
Today people from every quarter of Russia do not cease to go to the Ryazan village of Konstantinovo. They go to see these places sung by Yesenin. Only here, on the high coast of Oka when the eye is fixed in infinite distances which “not to see the end and edge“ , under this huge sky, alone with free Russian open spaces, it is possible to understand up to the end “tenderness sad the Russian soul“ - great talent of Sergey Aleksandrovich Yesenin.