I loved you: love is still, perhaps,
My soul has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to make you sad in any way.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
Now we are tormented by timidity, now by jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How God grant you, your beloved, to be different.
Analysis of the poem “I loved you” by Pushkin
The great poet wrote many poems dedicated to the women with whom he was in love. The date of creation of the work “I loved you...” is known - 1829. But literary scholars still argue about who it was dedicated to. There are two main versions. According to one, it was the Polish princess K. Sabanskaya. The second version names Countess A.A. Olenina. Pushkin felt a very strong attraction to both women, but neither one nor the other responded to his advances. In 1829, the poet proposed to his future wife, N. Goncharova. The result is a poem dedicated to a past hobby.
The poem is an example of an artistic description of unrequited love. Pushkin talks about her in the past tense. The years could not completely erase the enthusiastic strong feeling from my memory. It still makes itself felt (“love... has not completely died out”). Once upon a time it caused the poet unbearable suffering, giving way to “timidity and jealousy.” Gradually the fire in my chest died down, leaving only smoldering embers.
It can be assumed that at one time Pushkin’s courtship was quite persistent. At the moment, he seems to be apologizing to his former lover and assuring that now she can be calm. To support his words, he adds that the remnants of the former feeling turned into friendship. The poet sincerely wishes a woman to find her ideal man who will love her just as strongly and tenderly.
The poem is a passionate monologue of the lyrical hero. The poet talks about the most intimate movements of his soul. Repeated repetition of the phrase “I loved you” emphasizes the pain of unfulfilled hopes. The frequent use of the pronoun “I” makes the work very intimate and exposes the author’s personality to the reader.
Pushkin deliberately does not mention any physical or moral virtues of his beloved. Before us is only an ethereal image, inaccessible to the perception of mere mortals. The poet idolizes this woman and does not allow anyone to approach her, even through the lines of the poem.
The work “I loved you...” is one of the strongest in Russian love lyrics. Its main advantage is a concise presentation with incredibly rich semantic content. The verse was greeted with delight by contemporaries and was repeatedly set to music by famous composers.
“I love you, what more?”
A. Pushkin
“The poet is omnipotent like the elements,
He has no power only in himself.”
F. Tyutchev
How cunningly weaving fate connected the life paths of poets who did not know each other - Pushkin and Tyutchev!
Both served in the Collegium of Foreign Affairs; the guys assigned to them from a young age had the same name Nikita. The poets were not deprived of the attention of women. The crowning achievement of their creativity is the lyrics, impeccable in style and musical in sound. Both, unknowingly, loved the same woman...
In the first years after his marriage, Pushkin willingly took his young wife out into the world, allowing her to shine at balls.
At the next evening at Fikelmon, standing at the column, Alexander indifferently watched the couples merrily gliding in the mazurka. He noticed a charming young blonde with luxurious, chiseled shoulders.
He looked around the hall and spotted Korf.
“My friend,” Alexander turned to him, “who is this charming girl dancing with Benckendorff?”
Korf looked at his lyceum comrade in surprise:
- Don’t you really know? Guest from Munich, Baroness Amalia Krüdner.
- That's how it is! - Pushkin’s eyes sparkled. - Do me a favor, Korf, introduce me to the Baroness.
- If you please.
Pushkin danced enthusiastically with the German beauty, joked and smiled. Enchanted by the charming woman, the poet, in his own expression, “trembled with momentary interest.”
Suddenly Alexander discovered that his wife had left the ball. Having apologized to the lady, he rushed home. Natalie slowly undressed.
- Why did you leave, wife?
Without answering, Natalie turned around and gave the poet a heavy slap in the face. Alexander laughed infectiously.
Having visited Zhukovsky, Pushkin told him about what had happened:
- Congratulate me, Vasily Andreevich! Getting jealous, my wife, cold as marble, slapped me in the face. And rightly so: sinful and guilty. But what! Angry Spanish woman! Yes, she has a temperament, Vasily Andreevich, which, I won’t hide, makes me incredibly happy about!
When meeting with Vyazemsky, Alexander admitted that “his Madonna’s hand is heavy.”
Soon Amalia left St. Petersburg, but returned for a long time. In 1836 and at the beginning of January of the ill-fated year of the duel, the poet courted Amalia at balls. Perhaps he was trying to distract himself from the heavy gloomy thoughts about the planned duel with Dantes.
At an hour not intended for receiving guests, Alexander paid a visit to the baroness. She received him in the living room and invited him to sit down. Unable to control himself, disregarding etiquette, Alexander kissed the sensual, inviting lips... Dantes's shot ended the poet's life.
A year later, Baroness Krüdner became the mistress of the Russian emperor, delighted with the charms of the Bavarian beauty. Which was noted with envy by high society ladies
Seven years have passed since Pushkin's death. Tyutchev returned to St. Petersburg from abroad after a long absence.
On one of the rare fine days he was walking along the Neva embankment. The mighty river majestically carried its gray waters to the sea, indifferently reflecting the faded St. Petersburg sky. A light wind, scattering over the expanse of the Neva, pleasantly refreshed the face.
Fyodor Ivanovich noticed a woman on the embankment admiring the opening panorama. The crew froze not far away.
Proud posture, curls of luxurious blond hair, a unique hip line. He took a closer look and thought that he knew this lady. And in confirmation of this, his heart began to pound dully.
And the woman, feeling the gaze of the approaching man, turned around. Tyutchev immediately recognized Amalia, his youthful love. As a nineteen-year-old young man, after completing his studies at Moscow University, he was sent to the position of attaché at the Russian embassy in Munich.
Fedya fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the Bavarian capital - young Amalia Lerchenfeld, the illegitimate daughter of the Prussian king. And the beauty reciprocated his feelings. As a sign of eternal love, the aspiring poet gave Amalia a gold chain, and she gave a silk ribbon from her lovely neck.
“I remember the golden time,
I remember the dear land to my heart.
The day was getting dark, we were two,
Below, in the shadows, the Danube roared.
And on the hill, where it’s white,
The ruin of the castle looks into the valley,
There you stood, young fairy,
Leaning on mossy granite.”
Tyutchev was neither a count nor a prince, and the girl was married off to the elderly Baron Krudner. Fedya sent his opponent a challenge to a duel, but the conflict was hushed up.
Life separated the poet and Amalia for nineteen long years.
Fyodor Ivanovich approached the baroness and kissed her hand:
- Amalia, years do not age you, you have become even more charming!
- Glad to meet you unexpectedly, Herr Tyutchev! I haven’t forgotten our pure youthful love.” Amalia wiped her moist eyes with a cambric handkerchief. - I heard that you are happy in your second marriage.
“I hope your married life, Baroness, is joyful and cloudless.”
They peered hungrily at each other after a long separation.
- I could not forget you all the years that have flown by. I love you, Amalia!
- And a youthful feeling awakened in me, Fyodor!
They approached the river and silently peered into the proud spire of the Peter and Paul Fortress. Amalia straightened a stray curl.
- It’s time for me to return, Fyodor.
Heading towards the carriage with the baroness, the poet said in a dull voice:
- I'm asking you for a date, Amalia. Make me happy in the name of our love!
The beauty did not answer.
The servant, stationed next to the coachman, quickly jumped onto the paving stones and threw back the ladder. The Baroness climbed into the carriage, sat down on the velvet seat and, holding the glass door, looked at Tyutchev:
- Tomorrow morning my husband is leaving on business. Visit me, Fyodor. We have a lot to talk about.
Her eyes flashed slyly:
- Don't be late, Herr Tyutchev!
Fyodor Ivanovich bowed gratefully. The clatter of hooves melted into the air...
The flame of former love flared up, and Amalia fell into Tyutchev’s arms.
I am writing to you - what more?
What more can I say?
Now I know it's in your will
Punish me with contempt.
But you, to my unfortunate fate
Keeping at least a drop of pity,
You won't leave me.
At first I wanted to remain silent;
Believe me: my shame
You would never know
If only I had hope
At least rarely, at least once a week
To see you in our village,
Just to hear your speeches,
Say your word, and then
Think about everything, think about one thing
And day and night until we meet again.
But, they say, you are unsociable;
In the wilderness, in the village, everything is boring for you,
And we... we don’t shine with anything,
Even though you are welcome in a simple-minded way.
Why did you visit us?
In the wilderness of a forgotten village
I would never have known you
I wouldn't know bitter torment.
Souls of inexperienced excitement
Having come to terms with time (who knows?),
I would find a friend after my heart,
If only I had a faithful wife
And a virtuous mother.
Another!.. No, to no one in the world
I wouldn't give my heart!
It is destined in the highest council...
That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
My whole life was a pledge
The faithful's meeting with you;
I know you were sent to me by God,
Until the grave you are my keeper...
You appeared in my dreams,
Invisible, you were already dear to me,
Your wonderful gaze tormented me,
Your voice was heard in my soul
A long time ago... no, it was not a dream!
You barely walked in, I instantly recognized
Everything was stupefied, on fire
And in my thoughts I said: here he is!
Isn't it true? I heard you:
You spoke to me in silence
When I helped the poor
Or she delighted me with prayer
The longing of a worried soul?
And at this very moment
Isn't it you, sweet vision,
Flashed in the transparent darkness,
Quietly leaning against the headboard?
Isn’t it you, with joy and love,
Did you whisper words of hope to me?
Who are you, my guardian angel,
Or the insidious tempter:
Resolve my doubts.
Maybe it's all empty
Deception of an inexperienced soul!
And something completely different is destined...
But so be it! my destiny
From now on I give you
I shed tears before you,
I beg your protection...
Imagine: I'm here alone,
Nobody understands me,
My mind is exhausted
And I must die in silence.
I'm waiting for you: with one glance
Revive the hopes of your heart
Or break the heavy dream,
Alas, a well-deserved reproach!
I'm cumming! It's scary to read...
I freeze with shame and fear...
But your honor is my guarantee,
And I boldly entrust myself to her...
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Excerpt from the novel in verse.
Analysis of the poem “Tatiana’s Letter to Onegin” by Pushkin
Tatyana's letter to Onegin is an unconscious impulse of a desperate girl. When the novel “Eugene Onegin” was published, it made a great impression on readers, and for a long time was considered a model for the presentation of women’s innermost thoughts. Upon careful analysis, however, many overly “far-fetched” thoughts become noticeable in the letter. It is beautiful in presentation, but too saturated with romanticism.
The main advantage of the letter is its simplicity and frankness. Tatyana is truly sincere, she does not hesitate to freely express her views.
Tatyana comes to Onegin's house. Through its furnishings and objects belonging to the owner, she is completely immersed in the inner world of her loved one. The main source of revelation are books from Onegin’s library. Tatyana was a simple village girl, from whom the feelings and motives of people in high society were hidden. Reading books gave her an understanding of Onegin's personality.
Tatyana Larina realized that it is possible to live according to the desire of the heart only while experiencing incredible suffering. “Book” science expanded the concepts of a girl, but did not give a real sense of all passions. Life cannot be learned from books. The world of human sorrows frightened Tatyana already in theory. She decided to submit to the demands of society, and hide her true feelings and beliefs deep in her soul.
Visiting Evgeniy’s home and reading his books is the central episode in the formation of Tatiana into a secular woman. This rebirth shocked Onegin, who never expected to see in a simple village girl so much intelligence based on a subtle understanding of reality.
In her decisive explanation with Onegin, Tatyana showed the best qualities of an educated woman of high society. She is still sincere, but now she already knows the real price and consequences of showing her innermost feelings. Tatyana values her virtue, which is so important in society. She reproaches Onegin for not responding to her love in the past, as he strived for seduction, that is, for his victory over a woman’s heart. Conquest “without a fight” was uninteresting and boring to him. In her current situation, Tatyana no longer believes in Evgeniy’s love. She believes that he is again driven by a base desire to achieve fame through a scandalous story of betrayal.
Tatyana's tragedy lies in her entry into society in the role of a respectable wife (“and I will be faithful to him forever”). Young, inexperienced passion collided with cold reason. Having learned all the secrets of high society, Tatyana forever closed her heart to those around her. She is constantly haunted by the fear of public condemnation. From this moment on, Tatyana’s behavior becomes impeccable in the eyes of people; not even a shadow of suspicion can fall on him.
— 29.12.2017
“I couldn’t make up my mind for a long time, but today my patience has run out. I’ve long wanted to tell you that I like you, your speech, your appearance, your charisma. And I want to ask, can our communication develop into something more?” - with these words the student addressed her teacher right in class.
Moreover, someone filmed this declaration of love and then posted it on YouTube. I rewatched the video and it seems like it was staged.
And the mature girl has no trace of love for the teacher. Love is a deeply personal, intimate process. When you love, you are afraid that love will not be returned. That classmates will laugh at the fact that the teacher is “begert”.
And here love is on show, it also flaunts it, saying I love you, what more. Only this recognition does not match the legendary one from Tatyana Larina to Evgeniy Onegin. I do not believe. And it’s a pity for the teacher, why does he need such “fame” and problems.
Otherwise, one girl of about 18 years old has matured in the 11th grade and her hormones are over the top. And everyone else must bend to it. She had an urge to love, yes. Why not love your peer? Yes, without bravado, without ostentation?
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“I couldn’t make up my mind for a long time, but today my patience has run out. I’ve long wanted to tell you that I like you, your speech, your appearance, your charisma. And I want to ask, can our communication develop into something more?” - with these words the student addressed her teacher right in class. ...
"/>To the question PLEASE tell me the full text I love you, what else can I tell you given by the author Baby sucker the best answer is I found it completely))
Tatiana's letter
to Onegin
I am writing to you - what more?
What more can I say?
Now I know it's in your will
Punish me with contempt.
But you, to my unfortunate fate
Keeping at least a drop of pity,
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You won't leave me.
At first I wanted to remain silent;
Believe me: my shame
You would never know
If only I had hope
At least rarely, at least once a week
To see you in our village,
Say your word, and then
Think everything, think about one thing
But they say you are unsociable;
And we... we don’t shine with anything,
Even though you are welcome in a simple-minded way.
Why did you visit us?
In the wilderness of a forgotten village
I would never have known you
I wouldn't know bitter torment.
Souls of inexperienced excitement
Having come to terms with time (who knows?),
I would find a friend after my heart,
If only I had a faithful wife
And a virtuous mother.
Another!. .No, no one in the world
I wouldn't give my heart!
It is destined in the highest council...
That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
My whole life was a pledge
The faithful's meeting with you;
I know you were sent to me by God,
Until the grave you are my keeper...
You appeared in my dreams,
Invisible, you were already dear to me,
Your wonderful gaze tormented me,
Your voice was heard in my soul
It's been a long time... no, it wasn't a dream!
You barely walked in, I instantly recognized
Everything was stupefied, on fire
And in my thoughts I said: here he is!
Isn't it true? I heard you:
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You spoke to me in silence
When I helped the poor
Or she delighted me with prayer
The longing of a worried soul?
And at this very moment
Isn't it you, sweet vision,
Flashed in the transparent darkness,
Quietly leaning against the headboard?
Isn’t it you, with joy and love,
Did you whisper words of hope to me?
Who are you, my guardian angel,
Or the insidious tempter:
Resolve my doubts.
Maybe it's all empty
Deception of an inexperienced soul!
And something completely different is destined...
But so be it! my destiny
From now on I give you
I shed tears before you,
I beg your protection...
Imagine: I'm here alone,
Nobody understands me,
My mind is exhausted
And I must die in silence.
I'm waiting for you: with one glance
Revive the hopes of your heart,
Or break the heavy dream,
Alas, a well-deserved reproach!
I'm cumming! It's scary to read...
I freeze with shame and fear...
But your honor is my guarantee,
And I boldly entrust myself to her...
Answer from Evil Lelik[guru]
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Answer from Grigory Spichak[guru]
Maybe I could give you a short video clip of Onegin? A?
Answer from Bluish tint[master]
I am writing to you - what more?
What more can I say?
Now I know it's in your will
Punish me with contempt.
But you, to my unfortunate fate
Keeping at least a drop of pity,
You won't leave me.
At first I wanted to remain silent;
Believe me: my shame
You would never know
If only I had hope
At least rarely, at least once a week
To see you in our village,
Just to hear your speeches,
Say your word, and then
Think about everything, think about one thing
And day and night until we meet again.
But they say you are unsociable;
In the wilderness, in the village, everything is boring for you,
And we... we don’t shine with anything,
Even though you are welcome in a simple-minded way.
Another!.. No, to no one in the world
I wouldn't give my heart!
It is destined in the highest council...
That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
My whole life was a pledge
The faithful's meeting with you;
I know you were sent to me by God,
Until the grave you are my keeper...