Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko is a Soviet and Russian poet. He is also a novelist, essayist, dramatist, screenwriter, publisher, actor, editor and director of several films...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth18 July 1932
CountryRussian Federation
literature moral
Literature has to serve as a moral control of politics.
age gaps talent
Be equal to your talent, not your age. At times let the gap between them be embarrassing.
running blood jew
No Jewish blood runs among my blood,but I am as bitterly and hardly hatedby every anti-semiteas if I were a Jew. By thisI am a Russian.
fate people planets
No people are uninteresting. Their fate is like the chronicles of planets. Nothing in them is not particular, and planet is dissimilar from planet.
christian country jesus
Here we have some people who call themselves Christians and they forget Jesus Christ was a Jew. Something like anti-Semitism is an artificial way of avoiding responsibility. You blame the problems in your country on someone else, on some group.
honesty one-day strange-times
One day posterity will remember these strange times, when ordinary common honesty was called courage.
simple feet giving
Give me a mystery - just a plain and simple one - a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery - just one!
memories cracks coffins
He watched through a crack inside just pretending to be dead he wanted to fix each pallbearer in his memory . . . it seems to me a telephone was installed in the coffin to someone yet again Stalin is sending his instructions.
time intelligent stubborn
Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.
death kissing fighting
In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.
sympathy pain men
Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin
perfect healthy lovely
[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.
believe people literature
In general, in poetry and literature, I am among those people who believe that too much is indispensable.
history poetry poetic
A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.