The ill-fated Lermontov

  Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov (1814-1841) was another great Russian poet after Pushkin. Lermontov was born in Moscow in 1814. Childhood and boyhood were spent in Talhane. He was well educated from a young age, gifted and intelligent, proficient in many foreign languages, and very talented in art. Later he was admitted to Moscow University. After a period of study, he was transferred to the Cavalry Officer School of the St. Petersburg Guards. On January 27, 1837, Pushkin was insulted by an anonymous letter and duel with Dantes, a fugitive from the French Revolution and a guard officer. Pushkin was seriously injured in the duel and died on the 29th at the age of 38. When Lermontov heard the news, he was so saddened that he immediately wrote the famous poem “Death of a Poet”. The poet threw dagger-like verses at Pushkin’s killer, angered the tsar and shocked society as a whole. At the personal arrangement of Tsar Nicholas I, he was exiled to the Caucasus. The poet returned to Petersburg in April 1838 due to the running of his grandmother. In February 1840, Ballant, the son of the French minister, was incited to duel with Lermontov. The opponent missed in the duel, Lermontov fired a shot in the sky, but was still exiled to the Caucasus for the second time. On July 15, 1941, Lermontov was in the foothills of the Mashuk Mountains near the outskirts of Pyatigorsk. duel. Lermontov did not fire, and Martinov shot Lermontov in the heart with one shot, killing him at the scene. He was only 27 years old when he died. His creative genius has yet to be on full display. But Lermontov wrote more than 400 lyric poems, 30 long poems in his short life, as well as plays and novels such as “Masquerade” and “Heroes of Our Time.” His creations reflected the loneliness, melancholy and rebellious spirit of the Russian progressives in the 1830s. The fusion of pain, pessimism and despair and fiery rebellious passion is the unique style of Lermontov’s work.
  Lermontov is not only one of the most mysterious figures in the history of Russian literature, but also in the history of world literature.
  Many, if not all, of the mysteries of Lermontov’s fate were answered by his childhood. Childhood is not simply felt in the poet’s creation, but also endowed many of his works, which can be expressed in this way: a little bitter and salty.
  And the problem is not just that the future poet lost his mother prematurely, although it also affected his attitude, nor that he only met his father a few times in his life. Disaster and bad luck have been with him almost since the day he was born.
  It is said that the female obstetrician who delivered his mother looked at the newborn baby, and for some reason said that the child was going to die. Where she got it is a mystery…
  Lermontov was frail and sickly since childhood, and suffered from illness for a long time, and was extremely painful. As one of the poet’s relatives said: “He is like a child suffering from scrofula, and his body is very weak.” When we understand the details of the poet’s sickly childhood, we seem to feel the same as Lermontov’s young and beautiful Pyu in the portrait. The image of the cavalry does not quite match. But we should not forget that even the most talented are made of the same flesh as all of us. Not to mention that our protagonist finally not only survived and overcame his disease, but became physically strong and resilient. For example, in terms of horsemanship and skills, he dared to fight with the stubborn mountain people hand-to-hand, which he far surpassed many officers in the regiment. However, even these manifestations are in a way a rebound of his sickly childhood…
  once the poet said of himself: “I am the son of misery…” He is not referring to physical pain, but to mind and spirit on the pain. In fact, the young Lermontov was often in the middle of the conflict between his father and his grandmother, Elisabeth Alexeyevna Arseniyeva, dictated by the circumstances of his life. My grandmother didn’t like this son-in-law from the beginning. In her eyes, he was a useless and frivolous man. Since her daughter’s death she simply hated him and demanded that he leave Tarhane forever. He has virtually lost all rights to his son.
  Special mention should be made to my grandmother, who had a great influence on the physical and spiritual growth of future poets. What is she like? Our comment on her today says that she is “a woman with a maverick and irreversible character who is accustomed to dominating others. Her characteristic is that she is beautiful, born in an ancient noble family, and has Typical old-fashioned landlady’s personality, and likes to be outspoken to anyone, even if it’s painful…” But neither beauty nor money (her wealth as a hereditary aristocrat: 600 serfs, Tarhane the beautiful manor, with several villages in the territory) did not bring her happiness. Living in an abnormal environment that resembles chronic suicide from the very beginning. Her husband Mikhail Arseniyev died prematurely. Her only daughter, the poet’s mother, had also disappeared from her life in an unhappy marriage. What else can this strong and determined woman do? Apart from her grandson Mishenka, she has no relatives anymore. Now he was the only solace in her life.
  Elisabeth Alexeyevna did almost everything for her beloved grandson. For example, Mishenka expressed the hope that there would be a fawn, and the grandmother immediately called the servants and gave them some money, and also agreed in advance that they would not go back to Tarhane until they bought the deer. The next time the grandson proposed to go outside on a pony ride.
  Naturally, my grandmother hired a family teacher to take care of and train her grandson in order to give her grandson a good education. Ask German female teachers to teach him German, and ask Russianized French to teach him French. But first and foremost in my grandmother’s heart was her grandson’s health. Twice (in some sources 5 times) Elizabeth Alexeyevna took her grandson to Pyatigorsk in the Caucasus to wash the mineral springs. It’s not hard to imagine that she and her grandson must have visited the beloved place in the foothills of Mashuk Mountain – who would have known at that time that this place on earth would become the place where her grandson died in the future.
  Another thing that often worries my grandmother is that although Mishenka is alive and healthy, for whatever reason, nameless sorrows often hit him for no reason. Under such circumstances, according to her orders, several characters from the fairy tales in disguise played by servants came to the nursery. Although they sang, danced, and tried their best to make the little master happy, he was indifferent at all. .
  In a word, if one day the little grandson wants the grandmother’s life, she will hand it over without hesitation. But this senseless love can only do the same damage to the child’s heart, and may even generate spontaneous hatred for it. Elisabeth Alexeyevna’s neurotic, impulsive grandson is beginning to feel a little bit at the center of the world. During the game, according to one of his great-grandfather’s brothers, he was impatient, commanding, and had a morbid self-esteem. He liked to watch the young servants fight, and he tried to inspire them, entertaining the victors with cookies, now with a glass of vodka.
  Maybe it’s nothing, Elizabeth Alexeyevna’s grandson will gradually turn from a pampered young master to a conceited, ruthless aristocrat, which was not uncommon in Russia at the time … But, thank goodness, such a thing It didn’t happen with Lermontov! For the willfulness and many eccentric ideas of the pampered boy are but the innocence of the great poet, and more weight is the multi-talented talent and energetic passion that manifests in him year after year. This dark-haired boy (with a strand of white hair on his forehead) has sharp, intelligent, large light blue eyes. He had only just learned to speak at the age of 4, and he surprisingly liked to speak rhymes, and later indulged in fascination with sketches, architecture, and music. What makes my grandmother especially happy is that my grandson likes to read books very much. After mastering German and French, he read Western European classics fascinated. There was a time when a young Lermontov was thinking about his ambitions when, for some unknown reason, he became fascinated with numbers again.
  The grandson grew up day by day, and his wishes were often at odds with his grandmother’s. For example, one day he discovered that many of the farmhouses in Talhane had no chimneys, making them unheated in winter. He asked Elisabeth Alexeyevna to buy bricks for the owners of these houses so that they could build their own chimneys. Is it fair to say that the grandmother fulfilled the “willful demands” of the beloved grandson?
  The young Lermontov’s poetic genius just revealed is remarkable. The naughty boy suddenly stopped socializing, and despite his grandmother’s anxious advice, he often went to the fields and forests outside the village to mutter to himself. (not by accident, he made this footnote in the first poem, “The Circassians”: “Written by the oaks of Cimbal”). It is true that his early poems were immature and imitated. He seemed to write it for himself, and would not show it to others easily. Yet all poets start like this: great poets, mediocre poets…and after a few years it seems that the law of the transition from quantity to quality is completely agreed. In his creations have produced dizzyingly explosive results. In the sky of Russian literature, a dazzling new star of poetry appeared – Mikhail Lermontov.
  But Russia has not had time to wake up from Pushkin’s sudden death, and the Caucasus has sent bad news from the foothills of Mashuk to the capital. It is well known that Czar Nicholas I, who hated Lermontov extremely for “Death of the Poet”, shouted fiercely after hearing the news: “A dog should die like a dog”, but when he came to his senses, he had to Confess to his cronies: “Everyone, I just got the news that the person who can replace Pushkin is dead!”
  For Arsenieva, the blow of fate to her is no more terrifying than the death of her grandson. She loves him so much, it can be said that no one in the world loves him like she does. Full of extreme sadness, my grandmother broke her eyes from crying. Due to excessive tears, her flabby eyelids no longer obeyed her orders. In order to see the world that bored her, she had to lift her eyelids slightly with her fingers, prop up the aging sick body, and use As a last resort (as she is nearly 80 years old) the remains of the great grandson are transported back to Tarhane. Four years later, my grandmother passed away in desolation and loneliness, leaving her remains to be forever guarded by her grandson’s grave.