Spicy in green silver under it shines. S a yesenin verse fragrant bird cherry
At the edges of forests, along the banks of rivers and streams, bird cherry blossoms and blooms first of all.
This is a very pleasant, green and cheerful tree. It always smiles, and in spring, when fragrant white flowers completely cover it, it even laughs.
Admiring the blossoming bird cherry, you involuntarily begin to smile...
In the spring, I always look at the bird cherry. If the buds opened on it, it means that the earth finally woke up and warmed up, and spring came into full force.
I also watch the frogs in the spring. When the frogs “buzz” in the puddles, this means: in the midst of the grouse and capercaillie currents, a rich craving has begun.
When the lush tassels of flowers turn white and smell on the bird cherry, the capercaillie current is over, the mosquito appeared in the forest.
Even in the most remote northern forests, you can see bird cherry. Where cherries do not grow and there are no good orchards, the guys feast on wild bird cherry berries, and the housewives bake pies with sweet bird cherry filling.
According to I.S. Sokolov-Mikitov
In spring, everything boils from its fragrant white flowers, and in August-September it’s better not to climb into the thickets of bird cherry - you won’t get out, you won’t have the strength to leave them, because there is nothing sweeter than black bird cherry berries. And more abundant.
You can't eat one big tree in a day! Hands, mouth, tongue - brown-red from the juice, and you keep throwing and throwing sweet brushes into your mouth - one after another, or even handfuls. And just manage to spit out the bones ...
Alexander Smyshlyaev
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
S. Yesenin
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.
Analysis of the poem "Bird cherry" Yesenin
Most of the early work of S. Yesenin is devoted to landscape lyrics. The young peasant poet sought to reveal to his readers the wonderful world of Russian nature. Memories of his native village allowed Yesenin to create very pure soulful works that accurately conveyed his feelings. One of them is the poem "Bird cherry" (1915).
In the center of attention of an enthusiastic observer is "scented bird cherry". An ordinary tree is completely transformed with the onset of spring. Bird cherry appears in the guise of a beautiful young girl who curled her curls. She is aware of her dazzling beauty, which makes her even more charming.
Bird cherry blooms along with all the surrounding nature. Yesenin uses a rich color palette in the image of the landscape: “golden branches”, “greenery”, “in silver”. The dynamism of the overall picture is given by the flowing "silver stream", which sings "songs" to the bird cherry. Thus, the image seems to come to life, filled with a variety of sounds.
Bird cherry and a stream can symbolize two lovers, whose feelings awakened for the first time under the influence of spring. The "insinuating" singing of the brook resembles an ardent declaration of love by a young man. Endowing plants and animals with human features in general was Yesenin's favorite technique, which did not separate man from nature.
A characteristic feature of Yesenin's landscape lyrics is the absence of a lyrical hero. The figure of the observer is only assumed. The poet allows readers to look at the magic picture with their own eyes.
The work is written in a very simple and understandable language. A variety of epithets give it special beauty and lyricism: “fragrant”, “honey”, “rattling”. A common technique for Yesenin's early lyrics is the use of personification: "dew ... creeps", "stream ... sings." The poet also uses original metaphors: “greenery ... burns in the sun”, “does all the branches with a rattling wave”. The only comparison (“like curls”) will become traditional for Yesenin and will subsequently be used very often by him.
The spring transformation of nature was chosen by Yesenin not by chance. It was very close to his own condition during this period. The young poet has recently moved to Moscow. He is full of hope and self-confident. Yesenin associated entry into the poetic world with the beginning of a new life. He was in a state of great spiritual uplift. This feeling became the "calling card" of the new Russian poet, with the help of which he managed to conquer the demanding Moscow public.
with a yesenin verse fragrant bird cherry We offer you beautiful spring poems by Sergei Yesenin. Each of us from childhood knows well poems by Sergei Yesenin about spring while others read them to their children and grandchildren. These poems are included in the school curriculum for different classes.
Short poems about Yesenin's spring help not only to develop speech and memory, but also to get acquainted with the beautiful season of spring.
Poems by Sergei Yesenin about spring
Poem by Chara S. Yesenin
In the colors of love, spring-princess
She unraveled her braids through the grove,
And with the choir of a bird prayer
The bells sing the hymn to her.
Drunk under the spell of fun
She, like smoke, glides through the woods,
And a golden necklace
Shines in shaggy hair.
And after her a drunken mermaid
Dew splashes on the moon.
And I, like a passionate violet,
I want to love, love spring.
Verse Spring Evening by Sergei Yesenin
Silently flowing silver river
In the kingdom of evening green spring.
The sun sets behind the wooded mountains.
The golden horn emerges from the moon.
The West turned into a pink ribbon,
The plowman returned to the hut from the fields,
And behind the road in the birch thicket
The nightingale sang the song of love.
Listens tenderly to deep songs
From the west, a pink ribbon of dawn.
With tenderness looks at the distant stars
And the earth smiles at the sky.
Poems The onset of spring Yesenin
The snow is melting fast
Poems Cheremukh S. Yesenin
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.
Poems Spring Yesenin
I accept life as the first dream.
Yesterday I read in Capital,
At least damn howl
Knock naked drowned -
I'm with a sober head
Comrade cheerful and cheerful.
Rotten we have nothing to regret,
Yes, and I do not need to feel sorry,
Kohl could meekly die
I'm in this blizzard.
I won't touch you.
Sit down according to the bird's law.
There is a law of rotation in the world,
If you are with the people of a single bush, -
My poor maple!
I'm sorry I offended you.
Your clothes are torn
April without a warrant
Let go of the green hat
In a delicate armful
The whip will hug you.
And the girl will come out to you
Pour water from the well,
So that in harsh October
You could fight with snowstorms.
Dogs did not break her:
She was just not visible
But the fight is over.
She is her lemon light
Trees, dressed in greens,
So drink my chest,
I'm going to bed today,
Does not let the kidney.
Greens in color and dew.
In the field, leaning towards the shoots,
Rooks walk in the strip.
Silk herbs worthwhile,
It smells of a tarry pine.
Oh, you, meadows and oaks, -
I am stupefied in the spring.
The rainbow is secret news
Glums into my soul.
I think about the bride
Only I only sing about her.
You, cherry, snow, snow,
Sing, Ptachi, in the forest.
On the field of a shabby running
With foam I will smash the color.
Well, how can I not love you,
How not to love you, flowers?
I would have drunk with you on "you."
Nut, a levka and a razhed.
A misfortune was shaking with my soul.
A misfortune was shaking with my soul.
Nut, a levka and a razhed.
The yellow face of the sun is ardent.
High above meadows
The glow is dusting in the east.
The foam grew up the dawn,
Like the depths of the belongings of the brief.
Spring has been fired like a wanderer,
With a gear in bastards of birch bark.
For birch trees in the grove of the shadow
The voiced earrings hung
And with dawn in the garden lilac
The moth fluttered cheerfully. Sergei Yesenin’s poems about spring are perfect for schoolchildren 1.2.3,4,5,6,7 classes and for children 3.4,5,6,7,8,9,10 years.
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Sergey Yesenin
Cherry
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.
Yesenin! Golden name. A dead lad. The genius of Russian land! None of the poets who came to this world possessed such a spiritual strength, enchanting, omnipotent, exciting soul by children's openness, moral purity, deep pain-loving to the Fatherland! So many tears were spilled over his verses, so many human souls sympathized and empathized with each Yesenin line that if it were calculated, Yesenin’s poetry would outweigh any and much! But this method of evaluating earthlings is not available. Although you could look at Parnassus - the people still did not like anyone like that! With the poems of Yesenin went into battle in the domestic, for his poems - they went to Solovki, his poetry excited the soul, like a different draw ... One Lord knows about this holy love of the people for his son. The portrait of Yesenin is squeezed into the wall family frames of photographs, put on a goddess along with the icons ...
And not a single poet in Russia has yet been exterminated and forbidden with such frenzy and perseverance as Yesenin! And they forbidden, and silent, and belittled in dignity, and doused with dirt - and they still do it. It is impossible to understand - why?
Time has shown: the higher the Poetry with its secret lordship, the more embittered the envious losers, and the more imitators.
About one more great God's gift of Yesenin - he read his poems as uniquely as he created them. They sounded so in his soul! All that was left was to say it. Everyone was shocked by his reading. Note that great poets have always been able to recite their poems uniquely and by heart – Pushkin and Lermontov… Blok and Gumilyov… Yesenin and Klyuev… Tsvetaeva and Mandelstam… So, young gentlemen, a poet mumbling his lines from a piece of paper from the stage is not a Poet, but an amateur… A poet may not be able to do many things in his life, but not this!
The last poem "Goodbye, my friend, goodbye ..." is another secret of the Poet. In the same 1925 there are other lines: “You don’t know what life is worth living!”
Yes, in the deserted city lanes, not only stray dogs, "smaller brothers", but also big enemies listened to Yesenin's light gait.
We must know the true truth and not forget how childishly his golden head tossed back ... And again his last gasp is heard:
"My dear, good-roshie ..."
Fragrant bird cherry
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches
What curls, curled.
.
Honey dew all around
Slips down the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
.
And next to the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
Runs, flows small
Silver stream.
.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Hanging out, standing
And the green is golden
Burning in the sun.
.
Brook with a thundering wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
She sings songs.
.
Sergey Yesenin 
Who has not seen white fragrant bird cherry flowers? One has only to enter the forest in May or June and look around, and you will definitely meet a bush covered with white-white flowers on thick drooping racemes.
It's a bird cherry!
In early spring, her buds look like sharp peaks. “This is to ensure,” said the writer Mikhail Prishvin, “that the bird cherry in the winter remembered how they broke it, and repeated to itself:“ Do not forget, do not forgive and do not allow peaks!
In the spring, even a bird, sitting on a bird cherry, reminds her: “Do not forget, do not forgive!” That is why, waking up from hibernation, bird cherry will raise millions of sharp peaks. After the first rain, the peaks turn green... "Pee-peak!" the bird warns people. But the white peaks, turning green, gradually become blunt. Then buds come out of them, and white fragrant flowers come out of buds.
A nightingale will fly in and sing so, as if it will roll golden hoops on the ground, that because of this young man the bird cherry will forget its promise: “Do not forget, do not forgive and do not allow peaks!” - will become kind and soft, and therefore people will again begin to break its snow-white, surprisingly delicious-smelling five-petal flowers.
When bird cherry blossoms, waves of a strong, sweetish-tart aroma are carried through the forest, from which the head is spinning. The trees seem to flutter in the wind in white dresses, lifting their crowns high among the birch trunks. And according to folk signs, if the bird cherry has blossomed, it's time to plant potatoes.
But the flowering holiday is short-lived. Snowflakes are already flying, falling to the ground - the first petals. Soon a real bird-cherry blizzard will swirl in the forest, and then the trees will modestly hide among their friends in the same dark green dresses as they are.
Since ancient times, bird cherry has been a symbol of the Central Russian landscape, for which people sing in poems and songs.
The smell of its flowers is especially noticeable after a spring thunderstorm, it seems to unite then all the smells of meadows and forests.
Bird cherry has exceptional properties. The strong, intoxicating aroma of its flowers and leaves cleanses the air of microbes, releasing the most powerful phytoncides containing hydrocyanic acid. A large bouquet of bird cherry in the house is deadly for flies and mosquitoes, and dangerous for humans.
But pies are baked from its berries, kissels are boiled, drinks are tinted with their juice. For medicinal purposes, bird cherry berries are used as an astringent.
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white bird cherry
White bird cherry with a white veil
Blossomed under the windows, like your image.
White cherry is the first love.
The bird cherry has faded, the lilac has blossomed,
My soul sings - you have a migraine.
Bloomed in the spring and withered again.
Under your windows I wander like a shadow
The bird cherry is blooming again - the lilac has faded.
Everything would bloom at once and wither again.
White bird cherry - first love.
White bird cherry, white lilac,
Bloomed under the windows for one day only.
Bloomed in the spring and withered again.
White bird cherry - first love.
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Vladimir Markin
Anna German "White bird cherry, fragrant"
