Who is Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko (Russian: Евге́ний Алекса́ндрович Евтуше́нко; 18 July 1933 – 1 April 2017) was a Soviet and Russian poet. He was also a novelist, essayist, dramatist, screenwriter, publisher, actor, editor, university professor, and director of several films.

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Early life

Yevtushenko was born Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Gangnus (he later took his mother's last name, Yevtushenko) in the Irkutsk region of Siberia in a small town called Zima on 18 July 1933 to a peasant family of noble descent. He had Russian, Baltic German, Ukrainian, Polish, Belarusian, and Tatar roots. His maternal great-grandfather Joseph Baikovsky belonged to szlachta, while his wife was of Ukrainian descent. They were exiled...
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Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems

  • The Mail Cutter
    The ice had not even begun to break,
    no boat could possibly sail yet,
    but the letters lay in a pile at the post office,
    with all their requests and instructions....
  • My Universities
    I learned not only from those
    who brightly beam out of golden frames,
    but from everyone whose ID photo
    didn't come out quite right....
  • Final Faith
    Is it possible that we are so twisted
    there is no salvation for any of us,
    and that ideas have become wingless
    in an age of winged rockets? ...
  • Girl Beatnik
    This girl comes from New York
    but she does not belong.
    Along the neon lights, this girl
    runs away from herself....
  • Assignation
    No, No! Believe me!
    I've come to the wrong place!
    I've made a god-awful mistake! Even the glass
    in my hand's an accident, ...
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Suppose
 by Eugene Field

Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.

And when (so comfortably placed)
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