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Updated: June 14, 2025
Be of good cheer, and the Lord God watch over you! Your faithful friend, P.S Thank you so much for the book, darling! I will read it through, this volume of Pushkin, and tonight come to you. MY DEAR MAKAR ALEXIEVITCH No, no, my friend, I must not go on living near you. I have been thinking the matter over, and come to the conclusion that I should be doing very wrong to refuse so good a post.
They raised her, and looked upon a clay-cold face. Her soul had fled. The Captain's Daughter Alexander Sergeyevitch Pushkin was born at Moscow on June 7, 1799. He came of an ancient family, a strange ancestor being a favourite negro ennobled by Peter the Great, who bequeathed to him a mass of curly hair and a somewhat darker skin than usually falls to the lot of the ordinary Russian.
I began in my first year to publish stories in the weekly journals and newspapers, and these literary pursuits had, early in the eighties, acquired a permanent professional character. In 1888 I took the Pushkin prize. In 1890 I travelled to the Island of Sahalin, to write afterwards a book upon our penal colony and prisons there.
Pushkin, who was born in 1799 and died in 1838, is the founder of Russian literature, and it is difficult to overestimate his influence. He is the first, and still the most generally beloved, of all their national poets. The wild enthusiasm that greeted his verse has never passed away, and he has generally been regarded in Russia as one of the great poets of the world.
Then he put one gooseberry in his mouth, looked at me with the triumph of a child who has at last received his favourite toy, and said: "'How delicious! "And he ate them greedily, continually repeating, 'Ah, how delicious! Do taste them! "They were sour and unripe, but, as Pushkin says: "'Dearer to us the falsehood that exalts Than hosts of baser truths.
In a letter to Strakov, expressing his contempt for modern Russian literature and the language of the great poets and novelists, he said: "Pushkin himself appears to me ridiculous. The language of the people, on the contrary, has sounds to express everything that the poet is able to say, and it is very dear to me."
Since the death of Pushkin, Lermontov alone has appeared to dispute the poetical crown with him. Many of his lyrics are exquisite, and have become standard poems in Russia, such as the Gifts of Terek and The Cradle Song of the Cossack Mother. In Gogol, who died in 1852, the Russians had to lament the loss of a keen and vigorous satirist.
At this point the literary tastes of the family appear to have died out, for the succeeding literature is represented exclusively by Kryloff's Fables, a farmer's manual, a handbook of family medicine, and a series of calendars. There are, however, some signs of a revival, for on the lowest shelf stand recent editions of Pushkin, Lermontof, and Gogol, and a few works by living authors.
'He never said anything of the sort, protested Arkady. 'Well, if he didn't, as a poet he might have and ought to have said it. By the way, he must have been a military man. 'Pushkin never was a military man! 'Why, on every page of him there's, "To arms! to arms! for Russia's honour!" 'Why, what stories you invent! I declare, it's positive calumny. 'Calumny? That's a mighty matter!
They go straight to the point. For them, it is not a question of showing that Pushkin is stupid, or that Russia must be torn in pieces. No; but if they have a great desire for anything, they believe they have a right to get it even at the cost of the lives, say, of eight persons. They are checked by no obstacles. In fact, prince, I should not advise you..."
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