Лев Троцкий - О Есенине - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We lost Yesenin. Such a beautiful poet. So fresh, real !! He passed away without a loud resentment, without a note of protest ...! Without slamming the door, but quietly covering it with the hand, from which blood oozed. But under all this, the tenderness of an uneven, unprotected soul with a semi -navigate rudeness was trembled by Yesenin was hidden from the harsh time in which he was born !! Hiding behind, I couldn’t hide anymore ... "I can’t!"- the poet defeated by life said on December 28. To whom did Yesenin write in his last hour? Maybe he swept with that distant friend?! Who was not born? A man of the coming era, whom some are preparing for the appearance? Yesenin with songs? ... The poet died! He died because he was not akin to the revolution !!! In the name of the future, the revolution will forever recognize him !!!