The poem "God forbid" belongs to the author of the textbook lines "a poet in Russia is more than a poet" and many world-famous poems, to the owner of the brightest collection of jackets Yevgeny Yevtushenko. This prayer-poem gained immense popularity after Alexander Malinin performed the song on the verses of Yevtushenko. And this is not surprising, because Yevtushenko's lines are close and understandable to absolutely everyone.

May God return the eyes of the blind
and straighten the back with a humpback.
May God be God at least a little bit,
but you cannot be a little crucified.

God forbid not to get caught up in power
and not fake heroes,
and to be rich - but not to steal,
of course, if it is possible.

God forbid to be grated roll,
not devoured by anyone's gang,
neither be a victim, nor an executioner,
neither a master nor a beggar.

God grant fewer lacerations
when there is a big fight.
God forbid, more different countries,
without losing theirs, however.

God grant that your country
I didn't kick you with my boot.
God grant that your wife
I loved you even as a beggar.

May God grant the liars to shut their mouths,
hearing the voice of God in a child's cry.
May God let the living see Christ,
if not in a man's, so in a woman's face.

Not a cross - we carry crosslessness,
but how miserable we bend.
So as not to believe in everything,
God forbid, well, at least a little God!

God bless everything, everything, everything
and all at once - so as not to be offended ...
God forbid everything, but only that
for which you will not be ashamed later.

Evgeny Evtushenko

May God return the eyes of the blind
and straighten the back with a humpback.
May God be God at least a little bit,
but you cannot be a little crucified.

God forbid not to get caught up in power
and not fake heroes,
and to be rich - but not to steal,
of course, if it is possible.

God forbid to be grated roll,
not devoured by anyone's gang,
neither be a victim, nor an executioner,
neither a master nor a beggar.

God grant fewer lacerations
when there is a big fight.
God forbid, more different countries,
without losing theirs, however.

God grant that your country
I didn't kick you with my boot.
God grant that your wife
I loved you even as a beggar.

May God grant the liars to shut their mouths,
hearing the voice of God in a child's cry.
May God let the living see Christ,
if not in a man's, so in a woman's face.

Not a cross - we carry crosslessness,
but how miserable we bend.
So as not to believe in everything,
God forbid, well, at least a little God!

God bless everything, everything, everything
and all at once - so as not to be offended ...
God forbid everything, but only that
for which you will not be ashamed later.

Analysis of the poem "God forbid!" Evtushenko

The poem "God forbid" was written by one of the most extraordinary poets of our time - Yevgeny Yevtushenko. Of all the variety of poets, he stood out among all, thanks to his rebellious spirit and special outlook on life. This work gained such popularity after it was performed by Alexander Malinin. The lines of this prayer-poem were clear and simple for all people.

In the early 90s, at a time when the Soviet Union had already begun to disintegrate, Yevtushenko wrote his work, after which it became a hymn for several generations of the country's inhabitants.

In the poem itself, the author addresses God with the simplest desires, which may seem even a little naive, but at the same time, they sound very sincere. The author asks that harmony reign in the world and that all people can preserve their dignity and honor in such a difficult period for the country.

From the very beginning, Yevtushenko asks for all the best, even for those people who live in a world of their own illusions and believe that this fictional world is ideal and there are no flaws in it.

At the same time, the poet wants to be God himself, because he is confident and knows exactly what needs to be done for the country falling apart. But he also knows that each God has his own cross, on which he will be crucified. And, in any case, you will have to pay for such a gift.

The poet would like to become rich, but he did not want to "be neither a victim, nor an executioner, nor a master, nor a beggar."

By combining all the requests of the author, one can assume what the image of the hero he wanted to be like is. This person must be courageous in order to be able to maintain order in a country that is already divided into certain classes. At the same time, the poet does not want to take part in political life, but knows that he will have to state his position. Yevtushenko is not afraid of this, but he is scared because his home country may turn away from him, so the poem contains the following phrase: "God grant that your country does not kick you with a boot."

Yevtushenko is absolutely sure that he can be a patriot of his homeland, but at the same time, he has doubts that the country will appreciate it and will not betray those who are part of it.

May God let the blind return their eyes
and straighten the back with a humpback.
May God be God just a little bit,
but you cannot be a little crucified.

May God not get caught up in power
and not fake heroes,
and to be rich - but not to steal,
of course, if it is possible.

May God be grated roll,
not devoured by anyone's gang,
neither be a victim, nor an executioner,
neither a master nor a beggar.

God forbid there are fewer lacerations
when there is a big fight.
God forbid there are more different countries,
without losing theirs, however.

God grant that your country
I didn't kick you with my boot.
God grant that your wife
I loved you even as a beggar.

May God grant the liars to shut their mouths,
Hearing the voice of God in a child's cry.
May God let the living find Christ,
if not in a man's, so in a woman's face.

Not a cross - we carry crosslessness,
but how miserable we bend.
So as not to believe in everything,
God forbid well, at least a little GOD!

God grant everything, everything, everything
and all at once - so as not to be offended ...
God grant everything, but only that
for which you will not be ashamed later.

May God return the eyes of the blind
and straighten the back with a humpback.
May God be God at least a little bit,
but you cannot be a little crucified.

God forbid not to get caught up in power
and not fake heroes,
and to be rich - but not to steal,
of course, if it is possible.

God forbid to be grated roll,
not devoured by anyone's gang,
neither be a victim, nor an executioner,
neither a master nor a beggar.

God grant fewer lacerations
when there is a big fight.
God forbid, more different countries,
without losing theirs, however.

God grant that your country
I didn't kick you with my boot.
God grant that your wife
I loved you even as a beggar.

May God grant the liars to shut their mouths,
hearing the voice of God in a child's cry.
May God let the living see Christ,
if not in a man's, so in a woman's face.

Not a cross - we carry crosslessness,
but how miserable we bend.
So as not to believe in everything,
God forbid, well, at least a little God!

God bless everything, everything, everything
and all at once - so as not to be offended ...
God forbid everything, but only that
for which you will not be ashamed later.

Evgeny Evtushenko, 1990

There are no uninteresting people in the world.
Their fates are like planetary histories.
Each has everything special, its own,
and there are no planets like her.

And if someone lived unnoticed
and was friends with this imperceptibility,
he was interesting among people
by its very uninteresting.

Everyone has their own secret personal world.
There is the best moment in this world.
There is the worst hour in this world,
but all this is unknown to us.

And if a person dies,
his first snow dies with him,
and the first kiss, and the first fight ...
He takes all this with him.

Yes, there are books and bridges
machines and artists' canvases,
yes, much is destined to remain,
but something goes away anyway!

This is the law of ruthless play.
It is not people who die, but worlds.
We remember people, sinners and earthly.
And what did we know, in essence, about them?

What do we know about brothers, about friends,
what do we know about our only one?
And about his dear father
we, knowing everything, know nothing.

People are leaving ... They cannot be returned.
Their secret worlds cannot be revived.
And every time I want it again
from this irreversibility to scream.

White snows are falling
sliding like a thread ...
Live and live in the world,
but probably not.
Someone's soul without a trace
dissolving into the distance
like white snow
go to heaven from earth.
White snows are falling ...
And I'll leave too.

I do not grieve about death
and I do not expect immortality.
I don't believe in miracles
I am not snow, not a star,
and I won't be anymore
never never.
And I think a sinner
well, who was I,
that I'm hasty in life
loved more than life?

And I loved Russia
with all blood, ridge -
its rivers in flood
and when under the ice,
the spirit of her five-walled,
the spirit of her pine forests,
her Pushkin, Stenka
and her old people.
If it was not sweet
I didn’t grieve too much.
Even though I lived awkwardly
I lived for Russia.

And I am hopeless
(full of secret alarms)
that at least a little bit
I helped Russia.
Let her forget
about me without difficulty,
just let it be
forever, forever.
White snows are falling
as at all times,
as under Pushkin, Stenka
and as after me,
Big snows are falling
already painfully bright,
both mine and strangers
covering up the tracks.
Immortal is not strong
but my hope:
if there is Russia,
so I will be too