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Russian singer Ganna Andrievna Akhmatova (real nickname of Gorenko), a true representative of the creative intelligentsia, the squad of the famous poet Mikoli Gumilyov until 1918. After publishing his first works in 1912, Akhmatova became a cult figure among the intelligentsia and part of the literary scene of St. Petersburg. Another book, The Rosary (1914), was praised by critics who highly appreciated the merits of a well-informed, rigorously researched text, in contrast to the varied Symbolist style that dominated Russian literature period.

Ganna Azhmatova wrote so much of lyrical poetry, poignant love poetry, and the love of millions of people of different generations. However, her sharp focus on her creativity to the point of outrage led to conflict. There was an unspoken defense against Akhmatova's poetry from 1925 to 1940 for the Radian government. During this hour, Akhmatova devoted herself to literary criticism, complementing the translation of Pushkin with other words.

Changes in the political climate, it was decided, allowed Akhmatova to be admitted to the Writers' Union, but after another world war there was an official decree that blocked the publication of her poetry. His son, Lev, was arrested in 1949 and was in prison until 1956, in order to try to win his escape, Akhmatova writes verses that praise Stalin and the order, but it’s very important.

Although Akhmatova often stuck with the official opposition throughout her life, she was deeply loved and praised by the Russian people, often because she did not deprive her country of important political times. This is the greatest evidence of work, Requiem (which was not published in full circulation in Russia until 1987) and Poem without a hero, and a reaction to the fears of Stalin’s terror, during which time the artist suffered repression ї, and also a great expense for the individual. Akhmatova died in Leningrad, where she spent most of her life in 1966.


Now everything is clear, just like a generation, they marvel at the Omans, laugh at the foolishness of their ancestors, it’s not for nothing that this chronicle has been exhausted by heavenly fire, that the cry of a new writer’s skin, that from the straightening of a piercing finger on a new new, on the current generation; But he laughs like a generation and self-satisfied, proudly begins a series of new blessings, from which the land will also laugh. "Dead Souls"

Nestor Vasilovich Kukolnik (1809 – 1868)
Until what? Otherwise nathnennya
The task item is destroyed!
Otherwise the right one sings
Sell ​​your uyava!
I am a slave, a day laborer, I am a tradesman!
I am guilty, sinner, to you for gold,
For your worthless sribnik
Pay divinely!
"Improvisation I"


Literature is a language that expresses everything that the country thinks, wants, knows, wants and needs to know.


In simple hearts there is a sense of the beauty and grandeur of nature that is stronger, more alive a hundred times than we have, the buried memories in words and on paper."Hero of our hour"



There is sound everywhere, and there is light everywhere,
There is one ear of corn for all the worlds,
And there is nothing in nature,
I wish the khans wouldn't die.


In the day of doubt, in the day of heavy thoughts about the share of my father’s life, this alone is my encouragement and support, oh great, powerful, truthful and free Russian language! If you weren’t, how could you not end up at the witch’s house, having consumed everything you could find at home? It is impossible to believe that such a language would not have been given to a great people!
Vershy in prose, "Russian language"



So, having completed his pathless flow,
Prickly snow flies from the bare fields,
Ganiya with an early, violent khurtovina,
I, in the forested wilderness,
Gathering from the deep silence
With a deep and cold spoon.


Listen: it’s disgraceful!
Time to get up! You know it yourself
What time has come;
Whoever seems to be feeling cold,
Who is incorruptibly straight in heart,
Who has the gift, strength, grace,
There is no need to sleep now.
"That Hulk Sings"



Should we not allow and not allow the Russian body to develop nationally, with its own organic strength, and inevitably, with the lackey inheritance of Europe? So where does the Russian organism go? Do you understand what an organism is? Vidriv, the “spin-off” in their own country will lead to hatred, and people hate Russia, so they can move, naturally, physically: for the climate, for the fields, for the forests, for the order, for the liberation of the peasant, for Russian history, in a word, for everything , to hate for everything.


Spring! first frame is installed -
And the noise filled the room,
I preach the gospel to the neighbor's temple,
And a shout to the people, and the sound of wheels...


Well, what are you afraid of, pray tell! The skin is now grass, the skin is radiant, and we are afraid, we are afraid that I will definitely get into trouble! The storm is coming! This is not a storm, but grace! Yes, grace! You're having a thunderstorm! It is better to light up brightly, to show mercy and marvel at the wisdom: “from the ancient lands the dawn rises”! And you long for it and realize: before the war, it’s time to go to the sea. When the comet comes, you won't see it! Beauty! The eyes were already surprised, all of them, but this new thing; Well, I would have been amazed and had mercy! And you are afraid and look at the sky, the third thousand will take you! For this reason, you have accumulated a lot of crap. Eh, people! "Storm"


There is no enlightenment that cleanses the soul, almost like what a person feels when meeting a great artistic work.


We know that loaded towels must be handled with care. But we don’t want to know that this is how we need to behave with our words. The word can be beaten in and cause harm to those who suffer for death.


This is a tweet from an American journalist who, in order to raise subscriptions to his magazine, became involved in other publications in the most extreme manner, made insolent attacks on himself in the face of certain individuals: a thug, another a villain and a murderer, a third a libertine of colossal proportions. You don’t skimp on paying for such friendly advertisements before everyone gets caught up - it’s obvious that she’s a good person, if you shout about her like that! - And we started buying up his newspaper.
"Life after a Hundred Rocks"

Mikola Semenovich Leskov (1831 - 1895)
I... think that I know the Russian people in their very depths, and I don’t take any credit for myself. I didn’t hang out with the people on the Rozmovs with the St. Petersburg vyzniks, but I hung out with the people, on the Gostomel carriage, with a cauldron by the river, I slept with it on the dewy grass of the night, under a warm sheepskin cover, and on the funny paninsky and for powdered colas


Between these two titans who collided - science and theology - there is a crazy public that is quickly losing faith in the immortality of humans and in some kind of deity, which is quickly descending to the level of purely created life. Such a picture of God, illuminated by the shining midday sun of the Christian and scientific era!
"Vikrita Izida"


Sit down, I'll give you some radium. Give up any fear
And you can trim yourself freely,
I give you permission. You know, for days
I am the king of public addresses,
It's all the same. Bent my thought
All these honors, greetings, bows...
"God's Villa"


Glib Ivanovich Uspensky (1843 – 1902)
- What do you need behind the cordon? - I slept at the hour when in my room, with the help of a servant, my speeches were being packed and ready to be sent to the Warsaw Station.
- Just... be surprised! - having said that it is ruined and with what appears to be a stupid expression of denunciation.
"Leaves from the Road"


Why would you want to go through life in such a way as not to embarrass anyone? Not happy. Zachepiti, zlamati, lamati, so that life is viruvalo. I am not afraid of everyday calls, but a hundred times more than death I am afraid of carelessness.


Versh is the same music itself, only combined with the word, and it requires the same natural ear, sensitive to harmony and rhythm.


It’s amazing how you feel it when the light pressure of your hand moves such a mass of rising and falling behind your basket. If such a mass reproaches you, you understand the power of people.
"Zustrich"

Vasil Vasilovich Rozanov (1856 – 1919)
Almost like Batkivshchyna, it is strict, strict in words, not eloquent, not babbling, not “waving its arms” and not running forward (to give up). It seems that Batkivshchyna may be a great hot Movchanka.
"Samitne"


And what is the hiddenness of beauty, what is the hiddenness and enchantment of mysticism: either in knowledge, or in the intense struggle over flour, or in the unknown ace of the human spirit, which cannot escape the stake of vulgarity, It is untrue and tragic to make judgments that are self-satisfied and hopelessly false.
"Sentimental Pogad"


I have been living in Moscow since I was a national, but I don’t know, Moscow has departed, I wonder why, what it needs. At the Duma, at the meetings, I talk with everyone else about the Russian government, but I don’t know how many miles there are in Moscow, how many people there are, how many people are born and dying, how many are being taken away and spent, how many And with whom we trade... Which place is richer: Moscow or London? If London is rich, then why? And the devil knows! And when food is ruined in my mind, I shudder and first start shouting: “Transfer it to the commission!” At the commission!


Everything is new in an old way:
At the moment's poet
The outfit is metaphorical
The language is decorated with clothes.

Ale meni inshi is not a butt,
My statute is simple and supreme.
My virsh is a pioneer boy,
Easily chilled, bare-legged.
1926


Under the influx of Dostoevsky, as well as foreign literature, Baudelaire and Edgar Poe, my infatuation began not with decadence, but with symbolism (I and I also already understand its sublimity). A collection of verses, visions of the early 90s, I entitled “Symbols”. It seems that I am the first to live up to this word in Russian literature.

V'yacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov (1866 – 1949)
A lot of small things,
Past the quiet ones who are mooning, hurry up:
Evil in one go the sun is brutal
With the first glare of the lower stars.
From the bottom of life to the revolutions
Take a single look:
The face of one with a reasonable eye
Take your twins.
Immutable and miraculous
Gift of the Blessed Music:
Dusia has the shape of stringed songs,
The heart has the song of life and heat.
"Thoughts about poetry"


I have a lot of new things. And all the best. To be happy." I am being written. I live, live, I want to live forever. You knew how many new works I wrote! More than a hundred. Here is God, the Kazka, new. I see a new book, I’m not going crazy at all. It’s good to be rich oh I have changed my understanding of the world. I want my phrase to sound funny, I will say: I have understood the world, perhaps, again.
K. Balmont - L. Vilkina



Lyudina is the truth! Everything is about the people, everything is for the people! Only people sleep, but the decision is on the right hand and brain! Lyudina! It's wonderful! It sounds... proud!

"On the Days"


Meni shkoda create this marne and no one needs it at once. Zibrannya, the book that has been completed at this time is unnecessary, unneeded... I don’t want to tell them that the books are not needed. However, I affirm that things are necessary, necessary, natural and eternal. Once upon a time, when everyone found the books of masterpieces necessary, when they were read thoroughly, they understood and accepted. The hour is past, not ours. The daily reader does not need to collect verses!


Language is a story for the people. Language is the path of civilization and culture. Because of this, we have learned and protected the Russian language that we will not allow employment to take the place of anything other than real necessity.


What kind of nationalists and patriots do these internationalists become when they need to! And with such arrogance it’s a shame to mock the “wicked intellectuals” - as if there are no real reasons to sneer - but at the “wicked inhabitants”, as if they are looming great achievements before the “inhabitants”. Who, in power, are the inhabitants, the “prosperous towns”? And who and what are the revolutionaries swearing about, why do they so disrespect the average person and their kindness?
"Damned Days"


In the struggle for their ideal, which lies in “freedom, jealousy and brotherhood,” citizens are guilty of self-interest in such ways as not to be consistent with this ideal.
"Governor"



“May your soul be whole or split, may your light-mindedness be mystical, realistic, skeptical, or even idealistic (as you are so unhappy), may your creativity be impressionistic, realistic, , naturalistic, sometimes - lyrical or fabulistic, let it be - whatever you want , hello, thank you, be logical - let me say goodbye to this cry of my heart! - more logical in the idea, in the everyday creation, in the syntax.”
Mystery is popular among homeless people. I wrote pages and stories addressed to a distant, unknown friend, but if the friend came, the mystery was lost to life. I am speaking, initially, not about the quiet of the home, but about life, which means more than mystery.
"Mi with you. Shchodennik kohannya"


An artist can do no more than reveal his soul to others. It is impossible to present the rules to him from behind. There is still an unknown world, where everything is new. You need to forget what filled others, here it’s different. Otherwise, you hear and don’t feel, you marvel without understanding.
From Valery Bryusov's treatise "About mysticism"


Oleksiy Mikhailovich Remizov (1877 – 1957)
Well, don’t forget, they don’t know - they tormented them, worried them. And when the daylight comes, the edge will come, you will begin to fold your goods, weave the carpet, go, pull out from under the old bedding here and there: wake up the old one, get to your feet: neither light nor dawn, get up. You won't hurt anything. In the meantime - grandma, our Kostroma, our mother, Russia! "

"Zdukha Rus"


Mystery never explodes to the point of mass, as it were, outside of people, in the deep and sacred recesses of one’s soul.

Mikhailo Andriyovich Osorgin (Ilyin) (1878 - 1942)
How wonderful / ... / How many funny and cheerful books there are, how many brilliant and sweet philosophical truths, but there is nothing more boring than Ecclesiastes.


Babkin got excited - after reading Seneca
I, whistling,
Take it to the library,
In the margins it was written: “Nisenitnitsa!”
Babkin, my friend, is a great critic,
You thought at least once,
What a legless paralytic
A light sarnie is not a decree?..
"Chitach"


The word of criticism about a poet can be objectively concrete and creative; the critic, having lost his mind, sings.

"Poetry of the Word"




Only you can think about great things, even if great treasures can set your own writing; put it bravely, without being overwhelmed by your special small strengths.

Boris Kostyantinovich Zaitsev (1881 – 1972)
“It’s true, there are both woodsmen and watermen here,” I thought, marveling at myself, “or perhaps some spirit is still alive here... A powerful, dusty spirit, which contributes to this wildness; “It’s possible that healthy, fair-haired fawns and healthy white women wander through these forests, chew cloudberries and lingonberries, growl and chase one after another.”
"Pivnich"


You need to remember to close the boring book... leave the rotten movie... and get separated from people, lest we value you!


Out of modesty, I am careful not to point out the fact that on the day of my national day the bells rang and there was a secret national triumph. Evil tongues tied this triumph to some great saint that happened the day I was born, but I still don’t understand why this is still holy?


That time, if love, perceived goodness and health were respected by vulgarity and relic; not loving anyone, but everyone was thirsty and, as if in despair, they fell for everything hot that would tear apart the fillings.
"Walking in agony"


Korniy Ivanovich Chukovsky (Mikola Vasilyovich Korniychukov) (1882 - 1969)
“Well, what’s so bad,” I say to myself, “would you like a short word for now?” Even this very form of saying goodbye to friends and other languages, and there it doesn’t shock anyone. The great Walt Whitman, shortly before his death, sang goodbye to his readers with the destructive verse “So long!”, Which means in English - “Bye!”. In French, a bientot has the same meaning. There is no shortage of rudeness here. However, this form is associated with the most beloved kindness, so there is such a (approximately) sense here: be prosperous and happy until we are afraid again.
"Living Yak Life"


Switzerland? This city is a hotspot for tourists. I myself have traveled all over the world, but I hate these chewing bipeds with Baedeker's tail. The stench smelled all the beauty of nature.
"Island of Lost Ships"


Everything that I have written and will write, I respect only with obvious shame and always honor my writing merits. I am amazed and amazed that seemingly reasonable people find such value in my vertices. Thousands of virches, both mine and these poets, whom I know in Russia, are not equal to one song of my bright mother.


I'm afraid that Russian literature is no longer in the future.
Article "I'm afraid"


We have been wondering for a long time about such a task, similar to the story, so that if it were straightened to the sleeping point, the exchange of artists and thinkers would meet with the underground robot and could ignite the explosion in our Give a cold speech to the ice. Now such a mystery - a story that directly connects at once with your turbulent spirit and the cold mind of thinkers - has been found. What a meta thing it is to create a comprehensive letter language.
"Artists of the World"


He loved poetry and was objective in judgment. He was definitely young at heart, and perhaps also in mind. Once upon a time I looked like a child. There was a child in his haircut, in his correction, who went to the gymnasium, Nizh Viyskova. You had to pretend to be an adult, like all children. They love to play in the “meter”, in literature the authorities of their “humiliates”, so that the little poets sing that they left him. The poetic children loved him very much.
Khodasevich, "Necropolis"



Me, me, me. What a wild word!
Is he not the same as me?
Hiba mother loved this one,
Yellow-gray, drunken
And all-knowing, like a snake?
You have wasted your Russia.
Chi having resisted the elements
Good elements of gloomy evil?
No? So close it: led
Your share is not without reason
On the edge of an unkind stranger.
What's the point of crying and struggling?
Russia must be earned!
"What do you need to know"


I didn’t try to write verses. For me, they link me with the hour, with the new lives of my people. When I wrote them, I lived by the rhythms that sounded in the heroic history of my land. I am happy that I lived in a world where I had no equal.


All the people sent to us are our images. And we have sent a stink so that we, being amazed at these people, will correct our mistakes, and if we correct them, then people will either change or leave our lives.


In the wide field of Russian literature in the USSR, I will be the only literary worker. They wanted me to farm the skin. I'm glad to be without a hole. Whether the Vovk is farbovka, or the Vovk is sheared, he still doesn’t look like a poodle. They treated me like a wolf. Several fateful people chased me to follow the rules of the literary garden in the fenced yard. I’m not angry, but I’m really tired...
From a sheet by M. A. Bulgakov I. To V. Stalin, May 30, 1931.

If I die, I would like to ask my companions: “What did you understand about Mandelstam’s verses?” - “No, we didn’t understand your goals.” “Why did they honor Mandelstam, why did they give you yoma dah?” - “So, we celebrated Mandelstam, we gave him a butt.” - “You are forgiven.”

Illya Grigorovich Yerenburg (Eliyahu Gershevich) (1891 - 1967)
It is possible to sing to Budinka hand in hand - there is one sandwich with chum caviar and a debate - “about the proletarian choir reading”, or to the Polytechnic Museum - there are no sandwiches there, then twenty-six young poets read their verses about the “locomotive everyday”. No, sitting at the gathering, trembling in the cold and mourning about how everything is worthless, but sitting here at the gathering, I’m preparing for the distant gathering of the sun. I was dead and simply at the top, and the tedious iambics came out.
"Advanced benefits of Julio Jurenito and his scholars"

Russian literature is truly larger and grander. Dozens of cult novels are circulating both in Fatherland and in other countries. With great respect goes to the miracle of Russian poetry, which has absorbed all the best that was created in Europe. However, despite the obvious attack, Russian poetry has managed to create itself in a way that is borderline national. And, of course, among the many cult poets, these are the ones that are especially loved by readers and whose contribution to the development of Russian culture is important to re-evaluate.


One of the most prominent representatives of Russian history. Perhaps the most universal person in Russia, M.V. Lomonosov was still a miraculous poet, whose innovative developments in the sphere of performance influenced an entire generation of Russian poets of the 19th century. In essence, Lomonosov was the one who popularized the perfect creativity, making the poetic language simple and intelligent for the reader, thus giving it the right beauty, even until Lomonosov’s testimony in this area is at the forefront of Ro We will be rude and very reasonable.

Having carried out a truly titanic work from the development of the theory of Russian performance, Lomonosov became the master of urban poetry, a genre that after his research would be even more demanding among the popular poets. The middle of this creative genre is the cult ode to Empress Catherine the Great. This style and rhythm very well characterize all the poetic creativity of the genius - typical turns and grandiose pathos on the set of stanzas “Come, Russian love - Come, blessed heart...”.


And one notable historical fact is that Mikola I received Pushkin in the imperial palace and had a long conversation with him, saying: “I immediately became friends with the most intelligent people in the history of Russia.” This phrase of the emperor accurately characterizes Pushkin’s peculiarity - the harsh and sometimes empty character of the singer is in harmony with an even thinly weak mind, not guilty of any faults. The wisdom of Pushkin, whose ability to subtly mark details and even far away to describe the emotional impulses of the human soul has earned its right - even Pushkin is considered to be the “sun of Russian poetry.” These verses, inspired by Byron's style and romanticism, conveyed all the deep feelings - khannya, spivchuttya, mercy, patriotism.

The intense emphasis on the patriarchal nature of Russian tradition and culture was supported by the frivolity of secular balls, cheerful friendly roses and serious roses about the coming of the Great Patriotic War. Pushkin's great work, the pinnacle of his creativity - the novel at the top "Eugene Onegin" - is not for nothing called the "encyclopedia of Russian life." The style of poetry, whose strikingly strong harmony was tens of years before it became a sign of perfection, and, regardless of the great number of brilliant poets, only a few managed to come close to the creation of Pushkin.


One of the most tragic poets in Russia is Mikhailo Lermontov, who rightfully became Pushkin’s defender. Having become aware of the devastating verse of “The Death of a Poet”, which shows the painful and endless pain for the share of genius, Lermontov also continued the romantic tradition of Pushkin, embellishing it with gloomy tones. Lermontov showed his readers his spiritual metamorphoses, the seemingly extreme hopelessness and tragedy of creative singularity, the inability of adaptation to the world of the 19th century. Being nominally a romanticist, Lermontov’s creativity can already be guessed by those who will be inspired by the currents of the Siberian Age. Let us read “Mtsiri”, “Demon”, “Masquerade” and many vertices have a different plot, but they stick to similar motives, and love itself to freedom, try to escape from the world of nonsense and cynicism and, of course, the inevitability of fate, i.

The tragic pathos of Lermontov’s lyrics materializes in life, which was so quickly ended, and as he sings, he may even accurately convey the length of fate before the fatal duel at the top of “Dream”: “A familiar corpse lying near that valley; In his breasts, dimly, there was a black wound; And the blood flowed like a stream, it was cold.”


At Nekrasov’s funeral there were quite a lot of people, and from different camps. The great Russian writer F.M. spoke at one of the promos. Dostoevsky. She once said that Nekrasov stands on the same level as Pushkin and Lermontov. The story is about a man from the natovy who shouted that Nekrasov was the leader for them. It is true that Nekrasov’s devastation and great creations at the same time gave an unstoppable influx to Russian literature. Having taken from his two predecessors the theme of rurality and love to Batkivshchyna, the Russian village, Nekrasov expanded it with a civilized, sometimes infused with revolutionary pathos.

Regardless of those that Nekrasova was often called a truly aristocratic way of living, she still sings as a “folk”, living in the same reality with the villagers and the sick, transferring their seemingly thoughts onto the paper.
Moreover, many people forget one of Nekrasov’s main achievements – his editorial activity. Being a brilliant poet, Nekrasov also miraculously covered the magazines “Suchasnik” and “Vitchiznyani Notes”. After looking at the talent of such iconic writers as Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Chernishevsky, etc. will be, having heard them in the heavens of Russian literature.

Tyutchev was one of those poets who contrasted rationalism and utilitarianism with the natural nature of mystery and emotion. Such poets were later called “poets of pure mysticism.” I Tyutchev was rightfully the leader of this movement. A look at and description of the spirit and “soundness” of superfluous nature, elements, and similar human feelings are the axis of the head and the main motives of Tyutchev’s lyrics.


The 20th century was marked by the emergence of new trends in Russian literature. In the future, all the smells took shape in one great era under the name “Sribny Age”. One of the leading figures of the era, the current symbolism itself, has become a prominent Russian singer

His creativity is a fine line between mysticism, which is eternal, alien on one side, and everyday, everyday on the other. Block searched for a lot of tips, so that you can understand the senses. Later, if the Bolshevik plague looms over Russia, Bloc’s pathos, directing into space and the unknown, will change the sickness to the destruction and awareness of the fact that change will inevitably lose the freedom that Blok and trying to find out. The creativity of the creative is a sitting by the Twnadsit - Dosі not to Kinzi Zrosumiliy Tweir, de in the Coxtile Coqueli Simal, the Korinnyam Yee in the єvangeli il Pokhmura atmosphere of Petrograd.


He sings like a nugget, at the beginning of his creative path he hopped on the fashionable imagist of that hour, Yesenin later became the leading figure of Novoselyansk poetry and behind the madness one of the most iconic figures in the history of Russia. Boundless love for Fatherland, its dense forests, deep lakes, descriptions of the patriarchal and spiritual atmosphere of a Russian village with a hut, a key element of Yesenin’s poetry - the axis of the foundation on which Yesenin’s creativity rests.


An insane innovator in the world of art, whose style, behind its external signs, predicts a rhythmic knock. In the middle of the lyric there is a loud voice about the share of Fatherlandism, which is great, which sounds like unbearable jealousy at a demonstration. Apart from anything else, Mayakovsky was truly a destructive lyricist, who, in contrast to his “gutty” poetry, was able to show deep love experiences.
It is also important to remember that Mayakovsky made his contribution to the development of children’s poetry, writing a number of poems for children.