Revenge, my lord, revenge!
I will fall at your feet:
Be fair and punish the killer
So that his execution in later centuries
Your right judgment proclaimed to posterity,
To see the villains in her example.

The poet is dead! - slave of honor -
Pal, slandered by rumor,
With lead in my chest and a thirst for revenge,
Hanging your proud head!
The soul of the poet could not bear
The shame of petty insults,
He rebelled against the opinions of the world
One as before ... And killed!
Killed! .. Why sob now,
Empty praise unnecessary choir
And the pathetic babble of excuses?
Fate's verdict has come true!
Didn't you at first so viciously persecuted
His free, bold gift
And for fun inflated
Slightly hidden fire?
Well? Have fun ... - he is tormented
I couldn't take the last one.
Faded like a beacon, wondrous genius,
Withered solemn wreath.
His killer in cold blood
Brought a blow ... There is no salvation.
Empty heart beats evenly
The pistol did not waver in his hand.
And what a miracle? .. From afar,
Like hundreds of fugitives
To catch happiness and ranks
Abandoned to us by the will of fate;
Laughing, he defiantly despised
Land foreign language and customs;
He could not spare our glory;
I could not understand at this bloody moment,
What did he raise his hand to?
And he is killed - and taken by the grave,
Like that singer, unknown, but sweet,
The prey of jealousy is deaf,
Sung by him with such wondrous power,
Struck, like him, by a ruthless hand.
Why from peaceful bliss and simple-hearted friendship
He entered this light envious and stifling
For a free heart and fiery passions?
Why did he give his hand to the insignificant slanderers,
Why did he believe the words and caresses false,
He, who from a young age comprehended people? ..
And having taken off the former wreath, they are the crown of thorns,
Wreathed in laurels, they put on him:
But secret needles are harsh
They wounded a glorious brow;
Poisoned his last moments
Insidious whisper of mocking ignoramuses,
And he died - with a vain thirst for revenge,
With the annoyance of the secret of deceived hopes.
The sounds of wonderful songs were silenced,
Do not give them away again:
The singer's shelter is gloomy and cramped,
And on the lips of his seal.
*
And you, arrogant descendants
By the well-known meanness of the illustrious fathers,
Fifth slave corrected the wreckage
The game of happiness offended childbirth!
You, a greedy crowd standing at the throne,
Freedom, Genius and Glory executioners!
You hide under the shadow of the law,
Before you is the court and the truth - everything is silent! ..
But there is also God's judgment, the confidants of debauchery!
There is a formidable judgment: it waits;
He is not available to the sound of gold,
And he knows his thoughts and deeds in advance.
Then in vain will you resort to slander:
It won't help you again
And you won't wash away with all your black blood
Poet's righteous blood!

The autograph of the full text of the poem has not been preserved. There are rough and white autographs of the first part of it up to the words "And you, arrogant descendants."

The poem had a wide public response. The duel and death of Pushkin, slander and intrigues against the poet in the circles of the court aristocracy caused deep indignation among the advanced part of Russian society. Lermontov expressed these sentiments in courageous verses filled with poetic power, which were sold in many lists among his contemporaries.

The name of Lermontov, as a worthy heir to Pushkin, received national recognition. At the same time, the political poignancy of the poem caused alarm in government circles.

According to the stories of contemporaries, one of the lists with the inscription "Appeal to the Revolution" was delivered to Nicholas I. Lermontov and his friend S. A. Raevsky, who participated in the distribution of poetry, were arrested and brought to justice. On February 25, 1837, by the highest command, a sentence was pronounced: “L[eyb]-guards of the hussar regiment of Cornet Lermantov ... transfer the same rank to the Nizhny Novgorod Dragoon Regiment; and the provincial secretary Raevsky ... to be held under arrest for one month, and then sent to the Olonets province for use in the service, at the discretion of the local civil governor.

In March, Lermontov left St. Petersburg, heading to the active army in the Caucasus, where at that time the Nizhny Novgorod Dragoon Regiment was located.

In the verses “His killer in cold blood” and the following, we are talking about Dantes, the killer of Pushkin.

Georges Charles Dantes (1812-1895) - a French monarchist who fled to Russia in 1833 after the Vendee rebellion, was the adopted son of the Dutch envoy in St. Petersburg, Baron Heckeren.

Having access to the salons of the Russian court aristocracy, he participated in the persecution of the poet, which ended in a fatal duel on January 27, 1837. After the death of Pushkin, he was exiled to France.

In the verses "Like that singer, unknown, but sweet" and the following, Lermontov recalls Vladimir Lensky from Pushkin's novel "Eugene Onegin".
“And you, arrogant descendants” and the next 15 verses, according to S. A. Raevsky, were written later than the previous text.

This is Lermontov's response to an attempt by government circles and the cosmopolitan nobility to denigrate Pushkin's memory and justify Dantes. The immediate reason for the creation of the last 16 poems, according to Raevsky, was Lermontov’s quarrel with a relative, the chamber junker N. A. Stolypin, who, having visited the sick poet, began to express to him the “unfavorable” opinion of the courtiers about Pushkin and tried to defend Dantes.

A similar story is contained in a letter from A. M. Merinsky to P. A. Efremov, the publisher of Lermontov's works. There is a list of the poem, where an unknown contemporary of Lermontov named a number of surnames, allowing one to imagine who is being referred to in the lines "And you, arrogant descendants of the famous meanness of famous fathers."

These are counts Orlov, Bobrinsky, Vorontsov, Zavadovsky, princes Baryatinsky and Vasilchikov, barons Engelhardt and Frederiks, whose fathers and grandfathers achieved a position at court only with the help of seeking, intrigue, love affairs.

On February 22, 1837, Gvozdev wrote a response to Lermontov, containing lines confirming the correctness of the original reading of the controversial verse:
Didn't you say: "There is a terrible judgment!"
And this judgment is the judgment of offspring...

If you have never encountered extreme cynicism and hypocrisy in your life, then you have never had to deal with the Ukrainian authorities. Especially the one that carried out an armed coup in Ukraine almost a year ago. Everyone who participated in the events of February 21-22 last year in Kyiv is well aware that everyone is facing at least long prison terms. Therefore - "we live alone, walk the flaw!" They allow themselves whatever they want.

In particular, the killings of Donetsk residents and the destruction of the capital of Donbass. The blasphemers committed their crimes on Epiphany, one of the biggest Orthodox holidays. On this day in Donetsk, they killed several people, wounded about a dozen, smashed the children's and cardiology department of the city hospital No. 3 with shells (thank God, the doctors managed to take small patients to the shelter), a gas station of the Parallel chain, damaged one of the chain's supermarkets Amstor. Well, and, of course, they got into several dozen houses.

Donetsk. Orthodox church after shelling

The children's department of the hospital after the shelling

The cynicism and hypocrisy of the Ukrainians lies in the fact that they continue to bomb the city at the very time when they call on the Russian Federation to put pressure on the DPR militias in order to continue to comply with the Minsk agreements. Moreover, within the boundaries of November 13, 2014. This means that it is necessary to return the ruins of the Donetsk airport to them, to leave Pesok and Avdiivka. Traitors by nature, the Kyiv rulers also offer the authorities of the DPR to deceive their people, to betray the memory of those who fell for the liberation of the region from the Nazi invasion.

Ukrainians are trying, according to the behest of their first president, Kravchuk, a participant in the collapse of the USSR and the Ukrainian SSR, to run "between the raindrops." They shout towards the EU and the UN “oh, they are beating us”, towards the OSCE - “yes, you are looking in the wrong direction, close your eyes to our crimes”, to Moscow - “give gas, coal / forget debts, and then we will supply NATO bases to you on the borders." But the meanest thing is shouting to the Donbass people who are beating them both in the tail and in the mane - “yes, no one shot, it’s you yourself with air conditioning, like in Luhansk ...”.

Well, to what edge of meanness do you have to reach in order to shout about the observance of the Minsk agreements, and violate these very agreements, firing today from everything that survived yesterday on the rebellious republics?

To this, we will remind them, who do not believe in any god, except for the golden calf, the verse of the great Russian poet Mikhail Lermontov:

But there is and God's court, confidants depravity!

There is a formidable judgment: it waits;

He is not available to the sound of gold,

He knows both thoughts and deeds in advance.

After all, in fact, this sickeningly sugary performance with the “peace march” in Kyiv did not deceive anyone: normal sane people (and they are always in the majority) understood that Poroshenko, Yatsenyuk and Turchinov outraged the truth and the memory of the Donbass people who died near Volnovakha. Those who gave the order to unleash terror against the inhabitants of the Donetsk and Luhansk republics shed crocodile tears over the graves of people killed by their own efforts!

One of the remaining adequate in the perception of what is happening in Ukraine and in the Donbass of Kiev made a wonderful entry in his blog on this subject: “Poroshenko with a piece of paper “I am Volnovakha”, this is the same as Truman with a piece of paper “I am Hiroshima” . I don't think you can say it better!

Oleg Izmailov
Journalist, historian, Donetsk

Poets death

The poet is dead! - slave of honor -
Pal, slandered by rumor,
With lead in my chest and a thirst for revenge,
Hanging your proud head!
The soul of the poet could not bear
The shame of petty insults,
He rebelled against the opinions of the world
One as before ... and killed!
Killed! .. why sob now,
Empty praise unnecessary choir,
And the pathetic babble of excuses?
Fate's verdict has come true!
Didn't you at first so viciously persecuted
His free, bold gift
And for fun inflated
Slightly hidden fire?
Well? have fun ... - he is tormented
I couldn't take the last one.
Faded like a beacon, wondrous genius,
Withered solemn wreath.
His killer in cold blood
He struck a blow ... there is no salvation:
Empty heart beats evenly
The pistol did not waver in his hand.
And what a miracle? .. from afar,
Like hundreds of fugitives
To catch happiness and ranks
Abandoned to us by the will of fate;
Laughing, he defiantly despised
Land foreign language and customs;
He could not spare our glory;
I could not understand at this bloody moment,
What did he raise his hand to?
And he is killed - and taken by the grave,
Like that singer, unknown, but sweet,
The prey of jealousy is deaf,
Sung by him with such wondrous power,
Struck, like him, by a ruthless hand.
Why from peaceful bliss and simple-hearted friendship
He entered this light envious and stifling
For a free heart and fiery passions?
Why did he give his hand to the insignificant slanderers,
Why did he believe the words and caresses false,
He, who from a young age comprehended people? ..
And removing the former wreath - they are the crown of thorns,
Wreathed in laurels, they put on him:
But secret needles are harsh
They wounded a glorious brow;
Poisoned his last moments
Insidious whisper of mocking ignoramuses,
And he died - with a vain thirst for revenge,
With the annoyance of the secret of deceived hopes.
The sounds of wonderful songs were silenced,
Do not give them away again:
The singer's shelter is gloomy and cramped,
And on the lips of his seal. -

And you, arrogant descendants
By the well-known meanness of the illustrious fathers,
Fifth slave corrected the wreckage
The game of happiness offended childbirth!
You, a greedy crowd standing at the throne,
Freedom, Genius and Glory executioners!
You hide under the shadow of the law,
Before you is the court and the truth - everything is silent! ..
But there is also God's judgment, the confidants of debauchery!
There is a formidable judgment: it waits;
He is not available to the sound of gold,
And he knows his thoughts and deeds in advance.
Then in vain will you resort to slander:
It won't help you again
And you won't wash away with all your black blood
Poet's righteous blood!

The note.

* Involuntary indignation seized Lermontov, at the news of Pushkin's death, and he "poured out the bitterness of his heart on paper." The poem "Death of a Poet" ended at first with the words: "And his seal is on his lips." It quickly spread in the lists, caused a storm in high society, new praise for Dantes; finally, one of Lermontov's relatives, N. Stolypin, began to reproach his vehemence in relation to such a gentleman as Dantes. Lermontov lost his temper, ordered the guest to go out and, in a fit of passionate anger, sketched out the final 16 lines “And you, arrogant descendants ...” ...

Arrest and trial followed, overseen by the emperor himself; Pushkin's friends stood up for Lermontov, primarily Zhukovsky, who was close to the imperial family, in addition to this, the grandmother, who had secular connections, did everything to mitigate the fate of her only grandson. Some time later, the cornet Lermontov was transferred "with the same rank", that is, an ensign, to the Nizhny Novgorod Dragoon Regiment, which operated in the Caucasus. The poet went into exile, accompanied by general attention: there were both passionate sympathy and hidden enmity.

COURT OF GOD (Last Judgment). Shortly before His death, being with His disciples in Jerusalem, Jesus revealed to them the further destinies of the earthly world: the end of the world and the second coming of the Son of Man.

“Do you see all this? Truly, I say to you, no stone will remain here on stone; everything will be destroyed” (Mt 24:2).

Jesus told the disciples that when He comes to earth a second time, the life of the human race will be cut short. Then He will raise the dead; the souls of the dead will be reunited with the bodies. The Lord will judge all people according to their deeds and deeds. Some who did good and lived for eternal life will be awarded the Kingdom of Heaven, others will be condemned and go into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his servants, where terrible torment awaits them.

The disciples asked Jesus when this would happen and by what signs it would be possible to know about the approach of the end of the world. Christ told them that very difficult times would come before this, such as had not been since the beginning of the world. Terrible disasters will befall people: famine, pestilence, earthquakes, wars. All kinds of iniquity will increase, and the faith of people will weaken and there will be no mutual love for each other.

Then many false prophets and teachers will come, who will attract people with their destructive teachings and distract them from the true faith. “And then many will be offended, and they will betray one another, and they will hate one another; and many false prophets will rise up and deceive many; and because of the increase of iniquity, the love of many will grow cold; whoever endures to the end will be saved” (Mt 24:10-13). But before that, the gospel will be preached throughout the earth.

Before the very end of the world, there will be great and terrible signs in the sky, the sea will roar and revolt, despondency and anxiety will take possession of people, and they will perish from fear. “And you will see the abomination of desolation...and then there will be great tribulation, such as has not been from the beginning of the world until now, and never will be” (Mt 24:15, 21). After this tribulation, the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give light, and the stars will fall from heaven, and the firmament will be shaken.

Then the cross will appear in heaven - the sign of Jesus Christ, and all the peoples of the earth will cry for fear of the Judgment of God, and Christ himself will be seen in heaven walking on the clouds with great power and glory. The coming of the Son of God will be like lightning, which in an instant shines from east to west and is visible everywhere.

“When the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the holy angels with Him, then He will sit on the throne of His glory, and all nations will be gathered before Him; and separate one from the other, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats; and he will put the sheep on his right hand, and the goats on his left. Then the King will say to those on His right hand: Come, blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world... Then He will say to those on the left side: Depart from Me, cursed ones, into eternal fire prepared for the devil. and his angels... And these shall go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life” (Mt 24:31–34,41, 46).

Jesus did not tell the disciples about the day and hour of His coming, because only God the Father knows about them. Therefore, every Christian should always be ready for the second coming of the Lord to earth, for the hour when he will have to answer for earthly deeds and thoughts.

The theme of the Last Judgment was developed in the Parable of the Wheat and the Tares:

“The kingdom of heaven is like a man sowing good seed in his field. When the people were sleeping, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat and left. When the servants of the householder came, they said to him: Master! Did you sow good seed? where are the tares from? He said, The enemy man has done this. And the slaves said to him: do you want us to go and pull them out? But he said, No, lest, when you pick up the tares, you pull up the wheat along with them. Let both grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will say to the reapers, Gather first the tares and bind them in bundles to burn them; but gather the wheat into my barn” (Mt 13:24-30).

Interpretation : “He who sows the good seed is the Son of Man. The field is the world; the good seed are the sons of the kingdom of God, but the tares are the sons of the evil one. The enemy who sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the age, and the reapers are the angels. The Son of Man will send His angels, and they will gather from His Kingdom all stumbling blocks and those who do iniquity, and cast them into a fiery furnace; there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father” (Mt 13:37–43).

Phrase:"human enemy" - the devil; “second coming” (sometimes used in an ironic sense, for example: “second, third, fourth, etc. coming of a politician”); “wait until the second coming” (i.e., indefinitely: expresses dissatisfaction with endless delays or doubt in the possibility of doing something, in the occurrence of any event); "no stone will be left unturned"; "End of the world!" (an exclamation used to express extreme surprise); "abomination of desolation"; "God alone knows"; "separate the lambs from the goats" (separate the righteous from the sinners); "Separate the wheat from the chaff."

Lit.:Warwick Deeping, Doomsday. Gonçalves Namora, Bread and Tares. D'Aubigne, tragic poem "The Last Judgment". Robert Southey, The Vision of Judgment. M. Wigglesworth, poem "The Day of the Last Judgment". James Thomas Farrell, Doomsday.

Leo Mei, poem "Blindborn"

Zane ripened the seed of death

And it comes, and the time is near,

When the mortal ashes rise,

When everything that exists is in coffins,

The voice of the Son of God from the ashes

Hearing, come to life again

Either to imperishable life, or to court ...

Then all knees will cry

born of a wife; then

The sun will fade; dressed in darkness

The moon won't give night light

And a star will fall behind a star,

And the forces of the sky will tremble,

And with a trumpet sound they will rush

Angels across the sky - call

All those chosen by the Son of God...

M. Yu. Lermontov, "The Death of a Poet"

But there is also God's judgment, the confidants of depravity!

There is a formidable judge: He is waiting;

He is not available to the sound of gold,

And thoughts and deeds He knows in advance.

Then in vain will you resort to slander:

It won't help you again

And you won't wash away with all your black blood

Poet's righteous blood!

Quote:. "The end of the world comes in the souls of mankind, and the world is eternal."

Image:Andrey Rublev and Daniil Cherny, "The Procession of the Righteous to Paradise", 1408; Hieronymus Bosch, The Last Judgment, con. XV century; Hans Memling, The Last Judgment, 1466 - 1473; A. Durer, "The Last Judgment", 1512; Jan van Eyck, The Last Judgment; Rubens, The Last Judgment, 1615.

At literature lessons in high school, teachers must read the verse “The Death of a Poet” by Lermontov Mikhail Yuryevich to children. This is one of the most famous works of the poet. He is usually always asked to learn completely by heart. On our website, you can read the verse online or download it for free on a laptop or other gadget.

The text of Lermontov's poem "The Death of a Poet" was written in 1837. It is dedicated to A. Pushkin. Everyone knows that Mikhail Yuryevich at one time was one of those people who really liked the work of Alexander Sergeevich. He read many of his works and admired them. The sudden death of the poet greatly shocked Lermontov, so all his thoughts and feelings about this, in the end, “poured out” on paper. He wrote a powerful poem in which he denounced not only the direct killer of Pushkin, but also the indirect ones. Those who contributed to the escalation of the conflict between two people.

The work begins with a small epigraph in which Lermontov addresses the tsar. He asks him to punish the perpetrators of Pushkin's death. Then comes the poem itself. It consists of 2 different parts. In the first, he writes about the reasons why the poet died. In his opinion, the real culprit in the death of Alexander Sergeevich is not Dantes, but secular society. It constantly ridiculed the poet during his lifetime, and after his death, it began to pretend to grieve about him. In the first part, we meet the line that the sentence of fate has come true. Lermontov writes so for a reason. Thus, he refers us to the biography of Pushkin, from which we learn that death in a duel was predicted for him in childhood. The second part is different from the first. In it, he addresses directly to secular society. He writes that sooner or later they will have to answer for the death of the poet. It is unlikely that this will happen on earth, since the money of their ancestors saves them from punishment. But in heaven they will not save them. It is there that the real judgment will come upon them.

Revenge, my lord, revenge!
I will fall at your feet:
Be fair and punish the killer
So that his execution in later centuries
Your right judgment proclaimed to posterity,
To see the villains in her example.

The poet died! - slave of honor -
Pal, slandered by rumor,
With lead in my chest and a thirst for revenge,
Hanging your proud head!
The soul of the poet could not bear
The shame of petty insults,
He rebelled against the opinions of the world
Alone, as before ... and killed!
Killed! .. Why sob now,
Empty praise unnecessary choir
And the pathetic babble of excuses?
Fate's verdict has come true!
Didn't you at first so viciously persecuted
His free, bold gift
And for fun inflated
Slightly hidden fire?
Well? have fun ... He is tormented
I couldn't take the last one.
Faded like a beacon, wondrous genius,
Withered solemn wreath.

His killer in cold blood
He struck a blow ... there is no salvation:
Empty heart beats evenly
The pistol did not waver in his hand.
And what a marvel? ... from afar,
Like hundreds of fugitives
To catch happiness and ranks
Abandoned to us by the will of fate;
Laughing, he defiantly despised
Land foreign language and customs;
He could not spare our glory;
I could not understand at this bloody moment,
What did he raise his hand to?

And he is killed - and taken by the grave,
Like that singer, unknown, but sweet,
The prey of jealousy is deaf,
Sung by him with such wondrous power,
Struck, like him, by a ruthless hand.

Why from peaceful bliss and simple-hearted friendship
He entered this light envious and stifling
For a free heart and fiery passions?
Why did he give his hand to the insignificant slanderers,
Why did he believe the words and caresses false,
He, who from a young age comprehended people? ..

And removing the former wreath - they are the crown of thorns,
Wreathed in laurels, they put on him:
But secret needles are harsh
They wounded a glorious brow;
Poisoned his last moments
Insidious whisper of mocking ignoramuses,
And he died - with a vain thirst for revenge,
With the annoyance of the secret of deceived hopes.
The sounds of wonderful songs were silenced,
Do not give them away again:
The singer's shelter is gloomy and cramped,
And on the lips of his seal.
_____________________

And you, arrogant descendants
By the well-known meanness of the illustrious fathers,
Fifth slave corrected the wreckage
The game of happiness offended childbirth!
You, a greedy crowd standing at the throne,
Freedom, Genius and Glory executioners!
You hide under the shadow of the law,
Before you is the court and the truth - everything is silent! ..
But there is also God's judgment, the confidants of debauchery!
There is a formidable judgment: it waits;
He is not available to the sound of gold,
He knows both thoughts and deeds in advance.
Then in vain will you resort to slander:
It won't help you again
And you won't wash away with all your black blood
Poet's righteous blood!