Presentation of the biography of Gorodetsky

Download for free and without registration. Gumilyov N. Akmeism advocated the poetization of feelings, the knowledge of the "ideal", the accuracy of the meaning of the word. He proclaimed the liberation of poetry from symbolist impulses to "ideal", from the ambiguity and fluidity of images, complicated metaphoricality, a return to the material world, the subject or element of "nature", the exact meaning of the word.

Acmeism united poets, different in ideological and artistic attitudes and literary destinies. The general that they were united by the search for a way out of the crisis of symbolism. The leaders of the "workshop" were N. Gumilyov and S. from a wide range of participants in the "workshop of poets" a more cohesion group of acmeists stood out. In the name of the poetic current, which replaced symbolism, the desire of the new generation of poets to the "peaks" of art was emphasized.

N. Gumilyov, A. Akhmatova, O. Mandelstam, S. Gorodetsky, M. Poet, prose writer, translator, playwright were acmeists. Born in the family of a zemstvo figure, a real state adviser, an employee of the Ministry of the Interior, an ethnographer and an artist-lover, a great connoisseur of art. In his youth, Sergei's mother was familiar with Turgenev; Prominent writers and artists, N.

Leskov, gave the boy to the boy a “left -hander” with an autograph. From childhood, the future poet had a craving for literature, fell in love with Pushkin, Koltsov, Nikitin. After the death of his father, a nine -year -old boy was in need: his mother stayed with five children, and from the sixth grade of the gymnasium he worked as a lessons. He entered Gorodetsky at the Faculty of Historical and Philology of St.

Petersburg. He enthusiastically engaged in Slavic languages, the history of arts, Russian literature. At the university in the city of Blok and made friends with him. In his apartment, Gorodetsky read his early verses, exhibited drawings. This magazine and Apollo magazine became a literary rostrum of a new trend that originated in the educated in the city, unlike the Symbolists, “Acmeists Rosa again became good in itself, with its petals, smell and color, and not with its conceivable likeness with mystical love or something else,” wrote Gorodetsky.

In August, Sergey was arrested for the communion for revolutionary activity and for some time was kept in the St. Petersburg political prison, where he wrote his famous poetry cycle, called prison poems. In the year he married A. Bel-Kon-Lubomirski, who occasionally published verses and prose. In St. Petersburg, she was called Nymph, the memories of Gorodetsky are always closely connected with the memories of his wife.

As Bryusov noted, "the dominant pathos" Yari "is the experiences of a primitive man, a soul, still close to the elements of nature." Gorodetsky’s merit is the introduction of children's folklore into Russian poetry and generally attracting attention to children's creativity. Subsequently, Gorodetsky’s poetry undergoes cardinal changes. Gorodetsky stands at the origins of acmeism. In the year, a collection of Perun is published, in wild will.

The book of wild will is accompanied by an epigraph: our share is to be wilted and captured always to languish, to be at enmity with evil - a collection of Rus, where Gorodetsky refuses the pathos of unbaptized Rus', is to beat and a wingless bird. Folk shouts are the theme of this collection intended for folk reading. Gorodetsky’s new book - a blooming staff - was a book of thoughts - about life, about poetry, about myself.

In published the book eight -play - "Blooming Staff". With the friendship with S. Yesenin begins, in which he saw the hope of Russian literature and supported it in every possible way. Poems were written less and less, translations and other forms of literary work began to prevail. At this time, a lyrical poem was written three sons, first published only in the year.

A sad story is told about the old Finas Ilon and his three sons - the story of deceived hopes and lost illusions. The Great Patriotic War found Gorodetsky in Leningrad. On the first day of the war, he wrote and read on the radio the poem “In response to the enemy” later named “VI”: my native country, hardened by struggle, goes into battle. Napoleon Fate and Mamaia is waiting for everyone who calls us to battle.

In Gorodetsky, he suffered a heavy loss - the death of a faithful friend and ally of his whole creative life, the wife of Anna Alekseevna Gorodetskaya Nymph, who dedicated the poem “Afterword” in Minsk in Minsk was published in Minsk. Without fear, I walked along the path dangerous, and I should not forget anything. Among the enthusiasm, disasters and anxieties, I, like a soldier at the front, burned my heart.

Sergey Gorodetsky died in June, in a year of life. And until the last days of his life, he retained in himself that passionate attitude to life and the word, which is usually characteristic of the artist at the time of the bright burning of his creative forces. In a transparent wind there is more good for countries created to life. The world is spacious and multi -vanity, and he is multi -tissue rainbows, and he is entrusted to Adam, the inventor of the names.

To name, find out, to disrupt the covers and idle secrets and a dilapidated darkness. Here is the first feat. The feat is a new one - to eat praises with living land.Ah, if the dawn had not lit up us with sunset, fate would frighten us with always the loss of loss. We went out for us, sad, constrained by gorges, and the darkness of heaven disgraced broke off with fun.

January S. Gorodetsky 13 river of life fly blizzards, snow whitters, singing centuries. Land relatives are dead, then the day is close. People go away, do things, but death looks. The face of the dead is shame and grief, then the world keeps. Children are swarming, their voice rings, the distance brightens. The eyes of the child are splash happiness, then sorrow. Laughs young, free, brave: everything is given to me!

An old age knocks on its window with a barbed branch. The old woman wanders, asking her fences to give a shelter. Fate and memory with a stupid needle tear her heart. And everything that was, and everything that will happen, is one river in the bulk mountains of deaf -mute, like night, sand. The hungry wind of evil and evil from the earth screams under the heaven: “Give snow!

Give the snow to the ground!