Pushkin knew how to live. Not because he always succeeded in life, but because he knew how to appreciate her. In its existence there was no emptiness, even though it sometimes seemed bitter, gloomy, desperate, meaningless. All of Pushkin’s life (and this was reflected in his work) was filled with reflections. He thought literally about everything: about objects, phenomena, people. There was a place in his life and suffering, not in the sense that he always experienced some adversity, but that he always took everything to heart, whether happiness, grief, absorbed life.
The lines in the headline are a quotation from Elegy, the poem is not so much lyrical as philosophical: But I do not want to die about the others; I want to live, to think and suffer; And I know, there will be pleasures for me. Between sorrows, worries and anxiety. Life for the poet is always welcome, not only an hour of fun, but also an hour of “sorrows, worries and anxiety.” Our existence is a huge space for reflection and feelings, for the artist this is doubly important. Similarity with “Elegy” can be found in the poem “It’s time, my friend, it’s time!” Simple in form, but deep and strong in content, it is all the same eternal thoughts about life: There is no happiness in the world, but there is peace and will, For a long time an enviable dream is my share – Long, tired slave, I planned to escape To the abode of the long works and clean neg.
But, as each person sees a thing only with his own eyes, so Pushkin’s reflections have a special color, peculiar only to Pushkin and no one else. Let’s say, such an expensive concept for every Russian, like Russia, the Motherland. After all, everyone sees it in their own way. Pushkinskaya Russia is not at all like Russia’s Gogol, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy or Tyutchev. Russia Pushkin – Tsarskoe Selo in the late autumn, Neva, dressed in granite, Moscow with its golden domes, “Boldin Autumn”, dusty summer, dilapidated hut covered with a blizzard, and the sea, mountains and forest. All this in the aggregate is Pushkin’s Russia, beloved so anxiously and so fervently. The poet wishes for his country only one thing: that it “woke up from a dream”, that is, threw off the shackles of the autocracy. Pushkin’s life is inextricably linked with the life of his country,
Pushkin himself said in the poem “To Chaadayev:” And on the wreckage of self-power Our names will be written! Pushkin has a lot of thinking about freedom, which are united by understanding: freedom is needed as air. In the same poem “To Chaadayev” there are lines: While freedom is burning, As long as the hearts for honor are alive, My friend, our homeland will devote Souls wonderful impulses! Freedom, always freedom. It is a symbol of life, the driving force of creativity, the goal of aspirations, the Muse, the ideal, the object of eternal reflection. Quite a lot of Pushkin thoughts about life and death. And life in the poet appears in different guises – something coveted, then painful. But death is always incomprehensible, insignificant and ugly. It is indisputable that, despite the sometimes pessimistic outlook on life, Pushkin placed her above many other values, and rejected death, even equated it with the executioner,
Life is always connected with Pushkin’s experiences. The speed of his transition from the most exalted, heavenly joy to the most cruel desperation is striking. Or the glorification of friendship as a saint’s feelings, and immediately – a very skeptical assessment of it. Such a palette of feelings is inherent in people creative, sensitive, with a subtle spiritual organization. Undoubtedly, the basis of many poems was the personal experience of the author. He hurried to capture them, so his lyrics are so many and sometimes so contradictory. What always strikes in Pushkin is his unconditional sincerity. He is truthful and honest to the point that he never aspires to embellish the senses. And even if his experiences are not too effective, not poetic, he never attempts to artificially elevate them.
A good example is the poem “Under the sky of the blue country of his own.”, Where the poet learns of the death of a lover: Where is the torment, where is the love? Alas! in my soul For a poor, gullible shadow, For the sweet memory of irretrievable days I find neither tears nor fines. The absence of emotions is also a feeling worthy of a poetic embodiment. However, Pushkin sometimes deserves the most insignificant object. Every phenomenon in Pushkin is wonderful and unrepeatable. For him there were no ordinary objects, thoughts, feelings. Everything that surrounded him, everything that he felt, was a part of his life, and consequently of creativity, because these two concepts with regard to Pushkin are one. “Think and suffer” is given to everyone, but not everyone can find in this the high meaning that Pushkin found.