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dobedobedo discovered 9 months ago- Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov (October 15 [O.S. October 3] 1814 - July 27 [O.S. July 15] 1841), a Russian Romantic writer and poet, sometimes called "the poet of the Caucasus", was the most important presence in Russian poetry after Alexander Pushkin's death until his own death in a duel four years later, at the age of 26. In one of his best-known poems, written on January 1, 1840 he described his poetry as "iron verse steeped in bitterness and hatred." Bore d And Sad It's boring and sad, and there's no one around In times of my spirit's travail... Desires!...What use is our vain and eternal desire?.. While years pass on by - all the best years! To love...but love whom?.. a short love is vexing, And permanent love's just a myth. Perhaps look within? - The past's left no trace: All trivial, joys and distress... What good are the passions? For sooner or later Their sweet sickness ends when reason speaks up; And life, if surveyed with cold-blooded regard,- Is stupid and empty - a joke... Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Lermontov took delight in painting mountains
- Klassy rated 3 months ago
- What a beautiful motherfucker. This guy wins -- AT LIFE: "The events at the University led Lermontov to seriously reconsider his career choice. From 1830 to 1834 he attended the cadets school in Saint Petersburg, and in due course he became an officer in the guards. There Lermontov got a chance to show his incredible strength: he and another junior officer would tie steel ramrods, as if they were simple ropes, into knots, until they were caught at this task . When they were caught doing it, by General Schlippenbach he yelled them "What are you kids doing, pulling pranks like these?" and since then Lermontov would laugh: "Such kids! to tie steel ramrods into knots!" At that time he began writing poetry." & AT DEATH: "On July 25, 1841, at Pyatigorsk, fellow army officer Nikolai Martynov, who felt hurt by one of Lermontov's jokes, challenged Lermontov to a duel. The duel took place two days later at the foot of Mashuk mountain. Lermontov chose the edge of a precipice for the duel, so that if either combatant was wounded, he would fall down the cliff. Lermontov was killed by Martynov's first shot."
Lermontov also enjoyed painting mountains. Aside from his poetry, go read his prose. Hit up his series of stories following the military raconteur Pechorin. - What a beautiful motherfucker. This guy wins -- AT LIFE: "The events at the University led Lermontov to seriously reconsider his career choice. From 1830 to 1834 he attended the cadets school in Saint Petersburg, and in due course he became an officer in the guards. There Lermontov got a chance to show his incredible strength: he and another junior officer would tie steel ramrods, as if they were simple ropes, into knots, until they were caught at this task . When they were caught doing it, by General Schlippenbach he yelled them "What are you kids doing, pulling pranks like these?" and since then Lermontov would laugh: "Such kids! to tie steel ramrods into knots!" At that time he began writing poetry." & AT DEATH: "On July 25, 1841, at Pyatigorsk, fellow army officer Nikolai Martynov, who felt hurt by one of Lermontov's jokes, challenged Lermontov to a duel. The duel took place two days later at the foot of Mashuk mountain. Lermontov chose the edge of a precipice for the duel, so that if either combatant was wounded, he would fall down the cliff. Lermontov was killed by Martynov's first shot."
- TravisKab rated 7 months ago
- "'You will have noticed, my dear doctor,' said I, 'that without fools the world would be very boring . . . Now here we are, two intelligent people. We know in advance that it's possible to argue about everything endlessly, and so we don't argue. We each know nearly all the other's innermost thoughts. A single word tells us a whole story, and we see the kernel of each of our thoughts through a triple husk: sad things strike us as funny, funny things as sad, and generally speaking, if you want to know, we are rather indifferent to everything except ourselves. Hence there can be no exchange of emotions and ideas between us. We know all we want to know about each other and don't wish to know more. That leaves only one thing to talk about: the latest news. Haven't you any news to tell me?'"
