Biography Selezneva Sergey

Am I not friendly with you? The winter month of bursts flush through the smoke of the curtains ... ”These lines do not belong to the poet of the Silver Age, but to the Pesennik poet Sergei Seleznev, who was born on November 4. From early childhood, Sergei did not like any poetic lines and, by his own admission, was without interest to the works of classics.

His passion was a story, an ancient story, which has survived to this day in the form of legends and myths. But Sergey Seleznev did not become an archaeologist, as dreamed in childhood. After graduating from school in his hometown, the author and performer of his own songs moves to Vladivostok, where he enters the Far Eastern Higher Engineering Marine School.

Admiral G. Nevelsky at the Department of Sudal Miner Mids. At that time, the "sailor" was almost the only opportunity to see the world. There, Sergei composes his first songs and reveals for himself the work of poets such as Yesenin and Rubtsov. The cycle of poems “In the Provinces of the Lunar Models”, written by Sergei Seleznev in the first half of the eighties, is permeated with the spirit of the scandalously known bully, the “golden head”, the singer of Rus'.

In the dawn light gilding, in the Golden Direct DRASTING ... ” - the influence of Sergei Yesenin’s poetry was reflected not only in this stanza. The images of the road, dreams, a wide Russian soul, Russian enthusiasm and bright sadness, so beloved by the “last poet of the village”, are reflected in songs. In the year, Sergey Seleznev leaves the Far Eastern Territory and moves with his family to St.

Petersburg.

One of five album of the poet is dedicated to the city - the songwriter “Summer Garden”. Along with musical albums, Sergey Seleznev publishes seven collections of his poems, the last of which “hops Suneli” can be called a complete work. Sergey Seleznev is married, has two sons - real pride. The youngest is Anton - Russia's champion in battles without rules, the eldest is Denis - a young cybernetic.

Living constantly in St. Petersburg, Sergey nourishes a certain tenderness for the Black Sea coast of the Caucasus. Yalta, Crimea, Sochi - places sung by any generation of poets. In the cycle of verses by Sergey Seleznev “Caucasian ivy” there is all the same continuity, along with a completely new word about this “piercing” region. The songs of Sergei Seleznev are poetry laid down on music.

His poetry, partly, in itself is music. And notes intertwined in amazing combinations and transitions, just a continuation of the sounding word of the poet. The poet, who, according to Sergei Seleznev, is “not a teacher of the Russian language, but the exponent and native speaker of the folk spirit”. I will light a candle.