Maple you are my fallen... "

Esenin’s poems and poems, collected under this cover, give a complete picture of the versatility of his talent. His lyrical hero, a light and sunny man, at the same time, a philosopher, thinking about the brazity of the earth, about the ghosts of love, about betrayal and treachery. “Maple is my fallen...”, “A golden grove was dissuaded...”, “I do not regret it, I do not call , I don’t cry... ” - the lines of these and other Yesenin verses have become truly folk and still burn the hearts of readers.