Yevgeny Yevtushenko, fully Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko

Yevtushenko, fully Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko

Russian Poet, Novelist, Essayist, Dramatist, Screenwriter, Actor, Director and Editor

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The only true happiness is to share in the sufferings of the unhappy… It is much better to have the screaming sensitivity of the soul uncovered by any protective skin than to have tear-proof rhinoceros skin in combination with cold fish blood.

How can the confessor teach those who are lost and sick at heart, when he himself, among the sinners, is worst, and most forsaken? It is only a game we play/ with other people's sins. Besides, everyone knows/ that everyone lies confessing.

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.

I do not like poems that resemble hay compressed into a geometrically perfect cube. I like it when the hay, unkempt, uncombed, with dry berries mixed in it, thrown together gaily and freely, bounces along atop some truck?and more, if there are some lovely and healthy lasses atop the hay?and better yet if the branches catch at the hay, and some of it tumbles to the road.

So on and on we walked without thinking of rest passing craters, passing fire, under the rocking sky of '41 tottering crazy on its smoking columns.

I love sport because I love life, and sport is one of the basic joys of life.

Something dangerous is beginning: I am coming late to my own self. I made an appointment with my thoughts- the thoughts were snatched from me. I made an appointment with Faulkner- but they made me go to a banquet. I made an appointment with history, but a grass-widow dragged me into bed. Worse than barbed wire are birthday parties, mine and others', and roasted suckling pigs hold me like a sprig of parsley between their teeth! Led away for good to a life absolutely not my own, everything that I eat, eats me, everything that I drink, drinks me. I made an appointment with myself, but they invite me to feast on my own spareribs. I am garlanded from all sides not by strings of bagels, but by the holes of bagels, and I look like an anthology of zeros. Life gets broken into hundreds of lifelets that exhaust and execute me. In order to get through to myself I had to smash my body against others', and my fragments, my smithereens, are trampled by the roaring crowd. I am trying to glue myself together, but my arms are still severed. I'd write with my left leg, but both the left and the right have run off, in different directions. I don't know- where is my body? And soul? Did it really fly off, without a murmured 'good-bye! '? How do I break through to a faraway namesake, waiting for me in the cold somewhere? I've forgotten under which clock I am waiting for myself. For those who don't know who they are, time does not exist. No one is under the clock. On the clock there is nothing. I am late for my appointment with me. There is no one. Nothing but cigarette butts. Only one flicker- A lonely, dying, spark...

In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

In general, in poetry and literature, I am among those people who believe that too much is indispensable.

The hell with it. Who never knew the price of happiness will not be happy.

A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.

In my blood there is no Jewish blood. In their callous rage, all anti-Semites must hate me now as a Jew. For that reason I am a true Russian.

There is no need to fear the strong. All one needs is to know the method of overcoming them. There is a special jujitsu for every strong man.

All values in this world are more or less questionable, but the most important thing in life is human kindness.

In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.

Translation is like a woman... If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful.

And how I flattered myself from time to time with proving to myself nothing in you could be unknown to me. You don't belong to the mind's calculations, and you disproved each of my demonstrations, since to be unexpected is your truth.

Justice is like a train that is nearly always late.

True sport is always a duel, a duel with nature, with one's own fear, with one's own fatigue, a duel in which the body and the mind are strengthened.

But history is that rare woman who doesn't like to look at herself in the mirror. History, when she finds herself in front of one, wipes and wipes its surface at though in this way she might change her face to something better

Literature has to serve as a moral control of politics,

We stopped the war in Afghanistan. We abolished censorship. We abolished the special commissions that were checking on Russian citizens going abroad. I am very happy that in history my name will be connected to this period.

But what if it doesn't work? ?and they jammed sticks in the wheels of the first locomotive to make sure it wouldn't work.

My first book was bad. It concentrated more on form than content.

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Russian Poet, Novelist, Essayist, Dramatist, Screenwriter, Actor, Director and Editor