Popular writer died the first of April. Yevgeny Yevtushenko was not only known in the former Soviet Union, but also abroad. He was considered a true legend of Russian poetry and prose.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko has died on 85-m to year of life. On the death of the poet according to the writer Mikhail Morgulis. The news was a great tragedy for many fans of Yevtushenko. He left a legacy to the descendants of the great work. “StarHit” has collected extracts from the most celebrated works of the poet.

Died Yevgeny Yevtushenko

You’re big in love.

You are brave.

I faint at every step.

I bad you don’t do

and good unlikely.

There is always a woman’s touch to make it cool and easy, feeling sorry and a little loving as a brother, reassured you.And snowing, and snowing, and everything shimmers and floats. Because you in my life, thank you, snow, you.
I dream of an old friend. He, like me, a fool. Who is right and who is wrong,I find out I’m not. What new friends? Better an old enemy. The new enemy can be a friend — he’s just old.
Save love time at the very beginning from the passionate “never!”, from children’s “forever!”. “Do not promise!” – we train screaming. “Do not promise!” – lowed the wire.
And under the silent white snow, the mystery of its uniting America with me sat next to the place for lost children.
I would like to be born in all countries, to be undocumented, to panic the poor of the foreign Ministry, of all the fishes in all the oceans and all the dogs on the streets of the world.
When a man forty years old, or decay, or flourish – a man decides. Himself from death to save, but death blossom will not hurt anything.Why I’m walking through the ruins of my closest, dearest, I’m so easily offended and hurt and just hurting others?
And the snow tumbled down, tumbled down, and the chains I claw, and life is like a snowball, roll the boots someone’s down there.I’m different – I’m overworked and the idle. I of Celje and impractical. I’m incompatible, awkward, shy and impudent, wicked and good. I love that everything was mixed! And there is so much that I’ve mixed.
God forbid blind eyes return back to straighten a hunchback. Let God be God even a little bit, but you can’t be a little bit crucified.You threatened, throwing his mortar, “shame on you, not bitching can!”, and making my heart a notch, easily stepped over her skirt, panties, and boots, becoming gentle angel taiga.

The article used excerpts from the works of Yevgeny Yevtushenko: “You big love” (1953), “there will Always be a woman’s hand” (1961), “snowing” (1961), “And the snow tumbled down, tumbled down” (1966), “I love you… Banal interchange” (1966), “new York Elegy” (1967), “I wish” (1970), “Old friend” (1973), “was so many times I hurt so much hurt” (1973)”Prologue” (1955), “God Forbid!” (1959), “the First woman” (2005).