Gori, my star, do not fall.... Yesenin S.A.

Sergey Yesenin always loved in Russia, even in the most “non -e likeical” years. Yesenin is our love and tenderness, the singing soul of Russia, a poet who felt pain for the country as his personal. His poems were rewritten, handed over to each other, they went to the front with them, they sang and sing under the guitar and simply repeat the remembered lines.

This collection includes the poet’s lyrical poems, starting with the early youth and ending with the last fatal “Goodbye, my friend, goodbye...”