Earlier in October, the poet celebrated his thirtieth birthday. On the last day of the year, his funeral gathered two hundred thousand attendants.
We’re posting this on ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ญ — the centennial day of his funeral — because this week isn’t an abstract anniversary: it’s a live, calendar-perfect window where history still feels like a pulse.
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ฎ๐น ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ
Yesenin came from the village, not the salons: a self-taught “peasant poet” whose lines keep the smell of soil and horses, even when he’s dressed in the city’s chaos. That’s part of why he was adored — and part of why he became politically inconvenient. A lyric voice that won’t behave is always dangerous to a system that wants tidy feelings.
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐: ๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ผ๐บ, ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น๐น ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฒ๐บ, ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป’๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฒ
December 1925 reads like noir. The official version says suicide. But almost immediately, the story split into arguments: about the room, the logistics, the politics, the surveillance atmosphere of the era, and why so many records and details stayed contested. That uncertainty is exactly what makes it “fun” in the darkest sense: it reads like a murder mystery because it never stopped being argued as one.
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐น: ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฝ, ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป’๐ ๐ณ๐๐น๐น๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐น ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด
What is certain: the grief went enormous. On December 31, 1925, Moscow turned out in a way that made it impossible to pretend Yesenin was just a “hooligan” footnote. And then came the long tug-of-war over his legacy: admiration on the street, suspicion in official culture, suppression and revival, memorized lines surviving any ban.
๐ช๐ต๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ
Yesenin remains a cultural pressure point: the poet of tenderness and self-destruction, peasant memory and metropolitan ruin — proof that lyric truth doesn’t always align with political usefulness.
๐ฆ๐ผ: ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ?
Open-and-shut tragedy — or a century-old case file that still feels unfinished?
๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ. ๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐.๐. ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต, ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ/๐ต๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ซ๐ช๐ช. ๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐.๐., ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐’๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด.
