Fet biography work

And in small and in large stars, I hear the beating of the heart and awe in the arms and in the legs. I am waiting ... I was driving from the south; I warmly stand and go; The star rolled west ... Sorry, gold, I'm sorry! Another author would tell us whether his beloved finally came, and Fet did not even hint, and it is unclear whether the date was scheduled and in general whether he was waiting for the star or the fall of the star.

The reader has the right to fantasize. The poet occupies the expectation itself, almost physically tangible, up to "trepidation in the arms and legs." From these verses, it is far from the transforming reality, which builds it into the degree of paradise vision of Fet’s late lyrics, but this is already a real Fet, and it is not surprising that these verses were noticed by the most sensitive critics of that time - Shevyrev and Belinsky.

In G., in front of him, the literary field that attracted him was already opened, but it promised only a bohemian existence for random earnings that did not suit Fet that had not had his own means, especially since the poems were not in fashion at all and did not have to count on much. In addition, he firmly set out to regain hereditary nobility. Most likely, military service could deliver it, and in the city of Fet he entered the non-commissioned officer in the cuirassier regiment, stationed in the Kherson province.

With brothers on Peru and dreams of literary glory, I had to part for a while. With army everyday life, the poorly educated environment of cavalrymen and provincial landowners, he soon got used to it, won the respect of his comrades and the trust of the authorities, grew up in the ranks and enjoyed the reputation of an excellent servant. But with the achievement of the “goal” he was fatally unlucky.

Twice, literally on the eve of his production in the rank, giving the nobility, the laws changed, and in order to get what was desired, it was necessary to serve until the next rank. When, after the accession to the throne of Alexander II, the decree will be released that now only the rank of colonel can bring the hereditary nobility, which rose to Major Fet will abandon his “Sisyphus Stone” and in the city, while he tempers the will and stoically transfers the hardships of military service and wanderings in the dull angles, without leaving literary classes.

True, he writes poetry much less often than in Moscow, but diligently engaged in translations from Latin authors mainly from his beloved Horace, whom he began to translate at the university. To the city of Fet has already prepared a new collection of poems. Due to the public’s indifference to poetry and difficulties with the capital's publishers, he lay without movement for three years, but in the city of the collection the collection was engaged in Apollo Grigoryev, who distributed Fet's poems 15 sections in later editions, up to his conceived before his death, of course, for a writer, who had now lost the attention of the readers, the publication of the current collection of poems was huge joy.

But in his life, a new drama immediately broke out, now love. Somewhere at the beginning of G., mutual sympathy invisibly grew into a passionate, although not expressed love. Fet, a person without a kind and condition, with a salary that barely grabbed the uniform, the marriage considered it impossible for himself and once, “to burn the ships of mutual hopes at once,” gathered with the spirit and told her about it.

Soon the regiment was transferred to another place, they parted, but continued to exchange letters.

And in the summer of the city, after four days, she died. This whole story in details is known only from Fetov’s “memories”, where the girl is called Elena Larina according to the association with Pushkinskaya Tatyana, whose love was so recklessly rejected by Evgeny Onegin. Fet tells about the rejected by everyday calculations and the deceased girl in letters to her good friend, the Oryol landowner I.

Borisov, in the beginning of the X. Blok in x Fet vinyl himself in what happened. The “possible happiness” rejected once was another misfortune of his life, disturbing the poet until the end of his days. The poems turned to him to the memory of the deceased lover are full of genuine tragedy. Researchers distinguish a special cycle of Fet poems associated with Lazich, including one more, then less than them.

Usually, this cycle includes the poems “Old Letters”, “You pulled it away, I still suffer ...”, “The sun is a ray between Lip was both burning and high ...”, “For a long time I dreamed of the cries of your sobs ...”, “No, I did not change. To old old age ... ”and a number of others. However, in comparison with the “Panaevsky” cycle of the love lyrics of Nekrasov and even with the “Denisiev” cycle of Tyutchev, they do not form a certain unity.

All that unites them is essentially the motives of love and memories of the deceased. The difficulty of highlighting the cycle of poems about Maria Lazich is associated with a feature of Fet lyrics, and not only love - it is directed away from specific everyday life, including psychological, upheavals to the field of ideal. Turgenev, in a letter to Fet of March 25, with an assessment of “weaker than others”, one can disagree, but with a remark about some “lack ofemicity” of love lyrics, almost the complete absence of autobiographism in it is difficult to argue.Therefore, the question of the composition of the cycle of poems about Lazichi and even its very existence remains unresolved.

Nevertheless, it is impossible to exclude what the poet has in mind. This poem ends with a piercing stanza: love has words, those words will not die. A special court awaits you and me; He will be able to distinguish us immediately in the crowd, and we will come together, we cannot be separated! Fet managed to achieve a transfer to the guard, to the Ulan regiment, stationed not very far from St.

Petersburg. He got the opportunity to visit the capital often and soon resumed the old ones and acquired some new literary acquaintances. The public interest in poetry then revived, and the collection of poems G. was the circle of the Nekrasovsky “Contemporary”-a magazine, which then united the best writers led by the peak of their popularity Turgenev, a neighbor on Feta’s father’s father’s estate were not far from Spassky-Lutovinovo.

The second half of the year of the aesthetic direction V. Botkin and A. Druzhinin greet him software articles, hoisting Fet's name on the banner of “pure art”. In the same G. Fet also published his translation of all four books by one Horace with his own explanations and, taking a vacation in the service, made a trip to Europe, France, Italy. Everything would be fine, but Fet does not miss the opportunity to tease the liberal employees of the “Contemporary” with sharp anti -Western statements, and indeed confuses with its non -ethical appearance.

It is found either pedantic to soldiers, then good -natured to stupidity. The more surprise before his lyrics. Even Leo Tolstoy, with whom Feta will connect close friendship for life, was at first perplexed: “And where does this good -natured fat officer come from such an incomprehensible lyrical insolence, the property of great poets? They have what contemporaries especially appreciated in Fet - “spring feeling”, almost primitive freshness of sensation.

Feta, ”as V. Botkin wrote, consists in the fact that“ they have a sound that was not heard in Russian poetry before him - this is the sound of a bright, festive sense of life. ” Fet, in his expression, as if to transfer us to some kind of "radiant sphere." For the ability to feel beauty, to grab the elusive, for the energy transmitted to the reader, he was forgiven for indifference to fashionable civilian theme, but “lyrical insolence” is not always.

The masterful poem “whisper, timid breathing ...”, written without a single verb, but conveying the entire dynamics of the feelings of lovers and the night life of nature, was revered by a model of a typically Fetovski beautiful nonsense. They thought that he himself did not know what he writes, and, at least, needs a smart editor. This role was taken by Turgenev. Preparing for the press, the G.

Fet collection in most cases followed his advice and in subsequent publications to the original option, with single exceptions, no longer returned. There are different opinions about whether it became better or worse from this. In any case, he was hardly too dissatisfied with the amendments, otherwise he would subsequently abandon them. Be that as it may, in work on the collection of G.

and even Turgenev, a person with an almost impeccable taste, sensitive and talented, but still a prose writer, the “audacity” of the poet, the multidimensionality of his vision “then a swallow, then a long eyeless” often seemed to be a consequence of rash. For Fet, if you distract from the privacy, the very essence of the lyrics was in this audacity. In the article “On the poems of F.

Tyutchev,” he put it in this way: “Who is not able to rush from the seventh floor upside down, with an unshakable faith that he is soared through the air, is not a lyricist.” However, he immediately added: "But next to such impudence in the poet’s soul, a sense of proportion should be inexplicably burned." According to Fet, the art of the poet is the ability to see what others do not see, to see for the first time.

And I, like the first resident of Paradise, one in the face saw the night. The writers were expected by slogans, ideas, convictions, staging of “questions”, civil grief, finally, and not heavenly visions. This time was more consistent with Nekrasov than Fet. They were perceived as antagonists, and the further, the more. Fet himself contributed a lot to this, which later more than transparently pointed to Nekrasov in angry poems “Pseudo -Poest” and “Muse” “You want to curse, sobbing and wall ...”, written from the standpoint of the zealot of freedom of poetic inspiration.

In the first of them, the poet-grater is third as a “corrupt slave”, an unworthy “pure temple of muses”. Fet moves to Moscow, in this time he is already retired, married to Botkin’s sister Maria Petrovna with G. G. all her in the city of Litter's friends with a little exceptions to regret an eccentric. He arrived here with his wife in G. in front of him was the acres of arable land, a dilapidated house and not a single tree and a stream around.

There were no free workers: the manifesto on February 19 abolished serfdom. But the poet was not to occupy perseverance and hard work, and he got down to business.Turgenev, who had received revenues from his estate by mail from the manager, once visited Fet in Stepanovka and wrote not without surprise: “He now became an agronomist-the owner to desperate, released his beard to the loins-with some hairlines for and under his ears-he does not want to hear about literature and scolds magazines with enthusiasm.” But Fetu was full of sympathy by another bearded “agronomist” - Leo Tolstoy: “I will not get enough of your economic activity when I hear and think about it.

And I am a little proud that I also contributed to her at least a little. ”