Герой нашего времени

Герой нашего времениQuesto Libro Ha Sperimentato Su Di S Ancora Recentemente La Disgraziata Fiducia Di Alcuni Lettori, E Perfino Riviste, Nel Significato Letterale Delle Parole Altri Si Sono Terribilmente Offesi, E Non Per Scherzo,di Aver Servito Da Modello Per Un Uomo Cos Immorale Come L Eroe Dei Nostri Tempi Altri Hanno Notato, Con Molta Perspicacia, Che L Autore Aveva Dipinto Il Proprio Ritratto E I Ritratti Dei Proprio Conoscenti Vecchio E Miserabile Trucco Ma, Evidentemente, La Rus Fatta In Modo Che Tutto In Essa Si Rinnova, Tranne Le Assurdit Di Questo Genere La Pi Fantastica Tra Le Fiabe Fantastiche Difficilmente Da Noi Sfugge All Accusa Di Attentare Alla Dignit Della Persona Un Eroe Dei Nostri Tempi, Signori Miei Cari, Proprio Un Ritratto, Ma Non Di Una Persona Il Ritratto Che Nasce Dai Vizi Di Tutta La Nostra Generazione, Nel Pieno Del Loro Sviluppo Mi Direte Ancora Che Un Uomo Non Pu Essere Cos Malvagio, E Io Vi Dir Che Se Avete Creduto Alla Possibile Esistenza Di Tutti Gli Scellerati Tragici E Romantici, Perch Non Credete Alla Realt Di Pe Orin Se Avete Ammirato Invenzioni Molto Pi Orribili E Mostruose, Perch Questo Carattere, Nemmeno Come Invenzione,incontra La Vostra Misericordia Non Sar Forse Perch C In Lui Pi Verit Di Quanto Vi Sareste Augurati Dite Che La Morale Da Tutto Ci Non Ne Guadagna Scusate Agli Uomini Han Dato Fin Troppi Dolciumi Perci Il Loro Stomaco Si Guastato Servono Medicine Amare, Verit Irritanti Non Pensiate,tuttavia, Dopo Quel Che Precede, Che L Autore Di Questo Libro Abbia Mai Cullato Il Fiero Sogno Di Farsi Correttore Dei Vizi Dell Umanit Dio Lo Salvi Da Questa Scortesia Si Solo Divertito A Dipingere L Uomo Contemporaneo Cos Come Lo Comprende, E, Per Sua E Per Vostra Sfortuna, Troppo Spesso L Ha Incontrato Sia Allora Cos , Che Il Male Segnalato, Ma Come Curarlo, Lo Sa Soltanto Dio Dalla Prefazione And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart,And from his fellow bacchanals would flee Tis said, at times the sullen tear would start,But pride congealed the drop within his e e Lord Byron, Childe Harold s Pilgrimage Canto I, Stanza VI Another life that vanished too soon Mikhail Lermontov was only 26 years old when he was killed in a duel Same fate as another Russian genius, Alexander Pushkin, to whom he dedicated his poem Death of the Poet And thus he died for vengeance vainly thirsting Secretly vexed by false hopes deceived His lips forever sealed. Lermontov s poetry and prose are equally superb At such a young age, he became one of the most important Russian writers of all time And another favorite of mine That was a nice surprise, because I honestly did not have high hopes for this book I am not sure why I did not expect such a beautiful and evocative writing, powerful enough to fill my heart with delight and break it, at the same time Little I knew that Lermontov himself was kind of the personification of the Byronic hero, like the main character of this book, Pechorin, a man made of flesh, bones, arro
. 1825 1917 25 . I sing whatever comes into my head It ll be heard by who it s meant for, and who isn t meant to hear won t understand Free will is the ability to chooseNo I would like to believe so But there are countless limitations and restrictions which make me wonder why we have been granted with it, if we are going to be judged and chastised for our choices This is such an argument of a man, Pechorin, who is often alienated for his nullifying philosophical and vilifying romantic views.There is something superfluous about this story, a superficial one might think I ask you, dear readers Haven t you ever felt superfluous about your life at all If the answer is NO, you better not read this book and also my super superfluous words If the answer is YES, I welcome you to read further, starting with the words of the poet whose words on superfluity are too profound to be categorized as superfluous That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh Whose name appalls the fiercest of his
Vrouwen houden alleen van mannen die ze niet kennen Aan de hand van vijf ingenieus verbonden novellen krijgen we een indringend psychologisch portret van de jonge officier Petsjorin, het prototype van de Russische overtollige mens Petsjorin is een gedesillusioneerde, ale dandy Ambivalentie viert hoogtij, nog versterkt door knipoogjes naar de clich s van het romantische genre.Puntig, lyrisch, sarcastisch, vitaal proza zoals het tegenwoordig niet meer geschreven wordt Hela
. . 1 .. 1814 1841 1798 . One of the most interesting, eye opening books I ve read I m not that familiar with Russian literature, but the I read, the I m falling in love with them This book has got to be one of the most extended, sustained meditation on the egotistical mind of a young casanova But strangely, the novel doesn t make me despise its protagonist There is something intriguing, almost refreshing about the calculated cruelty yet disarming honesty of the protagonist He knows he can t commit and says so Then he ponders about the meaning of life and why he was born when he causes the misery of so many around him This book raises the questions of why we do somehow, irrationally, get attracted to such characters As a female reader, I m just amazed by the intricacies of the protagonist s mind and I loved the experience of entering into his psyche with his elaborate schemes to seduce women This is definitely also a great book for those who want to educate themselves on how
A Hero of Our Time, part swashbuckler, part travelogue, which first appeared in 1839, cleary had an influence over another certain famous Russian writer who sported a great big long grey beard Infact this could quite easily have been written by Tolstoy himself Opening in a vast landscape, the narrator is travelling through the Caucasus, he explains that he is not a novelist, but a travel writer, making notes Think a sort of Paul Theroux type The mountainous region were supposedly fabled, Noah s ark apparently passed by the twin peaks of Mount Elborus Must have been a wonderful spectacle for the elephants, giraffes, and rhinos Beyond the natural border of the River Terek was an alluring and dangerous terrain, where Ossetians, Georgians, Tatars and Chechens harried Russian soldiers and travellers, or offered uncertain alliances But just who could you trust Lermontov s narrator marvels at the purity of the mountain air, and the delights of welcoming a sense of withdrawing from the world But he also feels a sombre and bewildering depth, that the hidden valleys hold a foreboding He meets an old Caucasus hand, a staff captain called Maxim Maximych, who has been in Chechnya for a decade and who warns him about the dangerous ways of the region s inhabitants Maxim Maximych begins to ra