For whom who learns Russian (once more about Russian nature))) Sergei Yesenin is a Russian lyrical poet with tragic life story. His poems are full of light sadness and delicate sense of nature. The

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For whom who learns Russian (once more about Russian nature))) Sergei Yesenin is a Russian lyrical poet with tragic life story. His poems are full of light sadness and delicate sense of nature. The pupils in many Russian schools learn this poem by heart. БЕРЁЗА Белая берёза Под моим окном Принакрылась снегом, Точно серебром. На пушистых ветках Снежною каймой Распустились кисти Белой бахромой. И стоит берёза В сонной тишине, И горят снежинки В золотом огне. А заря, лениво Обходя кругом, Обсыпает ветки Новым серебром. 1913 THE BIRCH-TREE 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. There the birch in silence Slumbers all day long And the snow gleams brightly In the golden sun. And the dawn demurely Going on its rounds With a silver mantle Decks again the boughs. The painting by Savrasov A.K. Winter Landscape, 1873.

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For whom who learns Russian (once more about Russian nature)))

Sergei Yesenin is a Russian lyrical poet with a tragic, life story. His poems are full of light sadness and delicate sense of nature.
The pupils in many Russian schools learn this poem by heart.

БЕРЁЗА

Белая берёза
Под моим окном
Принакрылась снегом,
Точно серебром.
На пушистых ветках
Снежною каймой
Распустились кисти
Белой бахромой.
И стоит берёза
В сонной тишине,
И горят снежинки
В золотом огне.
А заря, лениво
Обходя кругом,
Обсыпает ветки
Новым серебром.

1913

THE BIRCH-TREE

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.
There the birch in silence
Slumbers all day long
And the snow gleams brightly
In the golden sun.
And the dawn demurely
Going on its rounds
With a silver mantle
Decks again the boughs.

The painting by Savrasov A.K. Winter Landscape, 1873.

You did pretty good Eugenia.

Keep it up

Such a pretty poem! :) I understood some of the Russian, too! Thank you for sharing :)

Есенин. Это гордость России.

Yes, it's just about nature, sadness is in his other poems.

I'm American, never heard of Sergei Yesinin, but am familiar with e.e. cummings, Robert Frost, Thoreau of course, Walt Whitman...I have read the Russian prose writers though, but not in school. They had us read Cyrano de Bergerac for some reason. In this specific poem though, I don't really detect sadness, just observation.

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