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Gavrilova Olga 11 "A", teacher
E.B.Rusanova School ? 574
(October 15 1814 July 27 1841)
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
is a Russian Romantic writer and poet, sometimes
called "the poet of the Caucasus", was the most
important Russian poet after Alexander Pushkin's
death. His influence on later Russian literature
is still felt in modern times, not only through
his poetry, but also by his prose. His poetry
remains popular in Chechnya, Dagestan, and beyond
Early life
Lermontov was born in Moscow to a respectable
noble family of the Tula Governorate, and grew up
in the village of Tarkhany (in the Penza
Governorate), which now preserves his remains.
According to one disputed and uncorroborated
theory his paternal family was believed to have
descended from the Scottish Learmonths1, one of
whom settled in Russia in the early 17th century,
during the reign of Mikhail Fedorovich Romanov.
However this claim had neither been proved nor
disproved, and thus remains a legend.
Yuri Lermontov
Maria Arsenyeva
Yelizaveta Alekseyevna Arsenyeva
After the daughter's death, Yelizaveta
Alekseyevna devoted all her love to her grandson,
always in fear that his father might move away
with him. Either because of this pampering or
continuing family tension or both, Lermontov as a
child developed a fearful and arrogant temper,
which he took out on the servants, and smashing
the bushes in his grandmother's garden.
As a small boy Lermontov listened to stories
about the outlaws of the Volga region, about
their great bravery and wild country life. When
he was ten, Mikhail fell sick, and Yelizaveta
Alekseyevna took him to the Caucasus region for a
better climate. There, young Lermontov for the
first time fell in love.
School years
The intellectual atmosphere in which he grew up
differed little from that experienced by Pushkin,
though the domination of French had begun to give
way to a preference for English, and Lamartine
shared his popularity with Byron. In his early
childhood Lermontov was educated by a Frenchman
named Gendrot. Yelizaveta Alekseyevna felt that
this was not sufficient and decided to take
Lermontov to Moscow, to prepare for gymnasium.
In Moscow, Lermontov was introduced to Goethe and
Schiller by a German pedagogue, Levy, and shortly
afterwards, in 1828, he entered the gymnasium.
Also at the gymnasium he became acquainted with
the poetry of Pushkin and Zhukovsky, and one of
his friends, Katerina Hvostovaya, later described
him as "married to a hefty volume of Byron". This
friend had at one time been an object of
Lermontov's affection, and to her he dedicated
some of his earliest poems, " The Beggar ".
At that time, along with his poetic passion,
Lermontov also developed an inclination for
poisonous wit, and cruel and sardonic humor. His
ability to draw caricatures was matched by his
ability to pin someone down with a well aimed
epigram or nickname.
At the university
After the academic gymnasium, in the August 1830,
Lermontov entered the Moscow University.
"Forgive me, Will we Meet Again?" and "The
Terrible Fate of Father and Son".
Having been struck deep by his son's alienation,
Yuri Lermontov left the Arseniev house for good,
only to die a short time later. His father's
death on such a note was a terrible loss for
Mikhail, and is reflected in his poems "Forgive
me, Will we Meet Again?" and "The Terrible Fate
of Father and Son".
The events at the University led Lermontov to
seriously reconsider his career choice.
Cadets school in Saint Petersburg
He became an officer in the guards. There
Lermontov 1830 to 1834 he attended the cadets
school in Saint Petersburg, and in due course 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
Young cadet - first poems
At that time he began writing poetry. He also
took a keen interest in Russian history and
medieval epics, which would be reflected in the
Song of the Merchant Kalashnikov, his long poem
Borodino, poems addressed to the city of Moscow,
and a series of popular ballads.
The Song of the Merchant Kalashnikov
Fame and exile
To express his own and the nation's anger at the
loss of Pushkin (1837) the young soldier wrote a
passionate poem the latter part of which was
explicitly addressed to the inner circles at the
court, though not to the tsar himself. The poem
all but accused the powerful "pillars" of Russian
high society of complicity in Pushkin's murder.
Lermontov took delight in painting mountain
A landscape painted by Lermontov. Tiflis, 1837
The tsar, however, seems to have found more
impertinence than inspiration in the address, for
Lermontov was forthwith sent off to the Caucasus
as an officer in the dragoons. He had been in the
Caucasus with his grandmother as a boy of ten,
and he found himself at home, with feelings
deeper than those of childhood recollection. The
stern and rocky virtues of the mountain tribesmen
against whom he had to fight, no less than the
scenery of the rocks and of the mountains
themselves, were close to his heart the tsar had
exiled him to his native land.
Nikolay I
Lermontov visited Saint Petersburg in 1838 and
1839, and his indignant observations of the
aristocratic milieu, wherein fashionable ladies
welcomed him as a celebrity, occasioned his play
Masquerade. His not reciprocated attachment to
Varvara Lopukhina was recorded in the novel
Princess Ligovskaya, which he never finished. His
duel with a son of the French ambassador led to
Lermontov being returned to the army fighting the
war in the Caucasus, where he distinguished
himself in hand-to-hand combat near the Valerik
Varvara Lopukhina
Varvara Lopukhina painted by
By 1839 he completed his most important novel, A
Hero of Our Time, which prophetically describes
the duel like the one in which he would
eventually lose his life.
A Hero of Our Time is actually a tightly knitted
collection of short stories revolving around a
single character, Pechorin.
The short stories comprising this work are
intricately connected, and the reader moves from
a superficial glimpse of the character's actions
to an understanding of his philosophy and of the
secret springs of his seemingly mysterious
Lermontovs poem "Mtsyri" ("The Novice") tells
the story of a young man who finds that dangerous
freedom is vastly preferable to protected
servitude, and speaks as eloquently as anything
written by Thomas Jefferson for the spirit of the
American revolution.
Both patriotic and pantheistic Lermontov's poems
had enormous influence on later Russian
literature. Boris Pasternak, for instance,
dedicated his 1917 poetic collection of signal
importance to the memory of Lermontov's Demon, a
long poem featuring some of the most mellifluous
lines in the language, which Lermontov rewrote
several times.
M.Vrubel Demon
The poem, which celebrates the carnal passions of
the "eternal spirit of atheism" to a "maid of
mountains", was banned from publication for
decades. Anton Rubinstein's lush opera on the
same subject was also banned by censors who
deemed it sacrilegious.

Tragic death and the aftermath
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. Several of his verses were posthumously
discovered in his notebook.
Lermontov's life must be viewed as one of the
most epic and dramatic in the history of
literature. After attacking the tsar as complicit
in the de facto assassination of Pushkin,
Lermontov himself fell in a duel that many
believe was also the work of a tsarist conspiracy
designed to silence nascent rebellion. His major
works, which can be readily quoted from memory by
many Russians, suffer from the generally poor
quality of translation from Russian to English -
Lermontov therefore, remains largely unknown to
English-speaking readers.
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Dagestan With lead inside my breast, stirless I
lay The deep wound still smoked on my
blood Kept trickling drop by drop away.
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On the dale's sand alone I lay. The
cliffs Crowded around in ledges steep, And the
sun scorched their tawny tops And scorched me --
but I slept death's sleep. And in a dream I saw
an evening feast That in my native land with
bright lights shone Among young women crowned
with flowers, A merry talk concerning me went on.
But in the merry talk not joining, One of them
sat there lost in thought, And in a melancholy
dream Her young soul was immersed -- God knows by
what. And of a dale in Dagestan she dreamt In
that dale lay the corpse of one she knew Within
his breast a smoking wound shewed black, And
blood coursed in a stream that colder grew.