The article "Contradictory and Obsessive Love: Love in Lermontov's Youth and Sushkova's Poems" (see "World Culture" in September 2010) said that the poet's love for Sushkova is mainly a teenager The natural pursuit of a beautiful young woman is also, to a certain extent, a talented young poet's search for a soulmate who understands him. Although this kind of love is passionate, it is not fiery. It is also deeply disappointed because the woman does not understand him. Even if he is brokenhearted, it will not hurt his heart, but his subsequent love for Ivanova is full of passion and comes from the bottom of his heart.
Natalia Fyodorovna Ivanova (1813--1875), daughter of dramatist Ivanov (1777--1816). She was so beautiful that the poet wrote of her beauty and temperament in the poem "Like the light of the morning, Riley's rose": "Like the light of the morning, Riley's rose, / How beautiful is her cheeks, /Like the Madonna in Raphael's writings, / Even if she is silent, she is speechless. / She is proud of people and submissive to fate, / She is not pretentious, not pretentious..." She also has a high artistic accomplishment, and may initially be very Appreciate the poetic talent of the poet (the poet wrote in "To... Lermontov already knew her in 1830. When he was a guest at her house in the suburbs of Moscow in June 1831, he fell in love with the beautiful and charming her and wrote some love poems for her. She also expressed a good impression of the poet for a time. Enthusiasm has arisen because "the young poet's fanatical love and heartfelt love poems satisfy the self-esteem of this proud girl". In 1831 she changed her mind and chose one of Lermontov's friends, which greatly dampened the poet's self-esteem and exacerbated the melancholy caused by the early death of his mother, his grandmother's discord with his father, etc., which led to his early poetry. Painted in a thick, melancholic shade. Although Ivanova has lost her love, the poet has always been infatuated and wrote many poems for her. In this way, between 1830 and 1832, the poet wrote a series of lyric poems for Ivanova, mainly: "To Na, Faye (Vanova)", "I Know Her in the Joyous Whirlwind of the Ball", " July 1st", "Autumn Sun", "To..." ("You soon change your mind about me") "Night" ("The sad watchman knocks on the iron plate") "For myself" "My heart must be there" This Human Cage, "Let's Be Ridiculous and Crazy", "Stans" ("I can't suffer in my motherland any more"), "Love Song to Ivanova", "To..." ("God proclaims His Judgment") "Rows of White Clouds Are Glittering", "Dream", "To Na I (Vanova)", "I Have Seen the Shadow of Happiness: But I", "To..." ("Ah , don't hide me!...") "Profile", "The Sun", "Since the Other Heart Is No More", "To..." ("I will no longer belittle you"), "Tina Fei Ivanova" "A Book of Remembrances", "Like the Light of the Morning Sun, Riley's Rose", "Love Song" ("A gray rock wall stands on the shore"), "Tormented by Melancholy and Sickness", "Sonnets", "To... "(Three songs, one of which is "Farewell!
This group of poems is full of passion, but its tone is melancholy. As mentioned above, there are not only the melancholy of the poet's heart caused by the loss of his mother in his early years, his grandmother's discord with his father, his father's death in the autumn of 1831, etc. Sadness and depression caused by loved ones. The group of poems wrote passionately about their acquaintance, love, breakup, and the poet's long-term infatuation and longing for her and even the change of thought after the breakup, showing the poet's passionate and melancholy love.
"I Know Her in the Joyous Whirlwind of the Ball" wrote about their acquaintance, Ivanova's movements, body shape, and her love for the poet, but in this joy, the poet also expressed the melancholy and depression of his soul "I knew her in the whirlwind of joy at the ball; / It seems that she is very willing to please me; / The kindness of the wink, the quickness of the movements, the lustre of the cheeks and the fullness of the breasts--/everything will make My heart is full of temptations, / If I had not been repressed by another meaningless / desire: if before my eyes / no phantoms of jokes galloping by, / If I could forget a single face, / that plain Unremarkable face and cold eyes!..." Of course, as a passionate young poet, it is impossible to always be melancholy, and occasionally you can see one or two happy notes in this group of poems, "Let It Be Ridiculous" And Crazy" is so: "Let the ridiculous and crazy / The world come to reproach the poet, / And no one will stop it, / It hears no echo from me. / I have lived my own life until now, / My song runs free , / like a wild bird under the sky, / like a sail on a lake. / What do the things of this world have to do with me, / when you sit in front of me, / when I stretch out a hand / by your miraculous hand Nuan: / When I am with you, my goddess, / spend this time in heaven, / there is no anxiety, no pain, / I look at you, my eyes are fixed." The poem not only wrote the poet's rebellious personality of his own way, but also wrote Ivanova's warmth and love for him (warming the poet's icy hand with her own little hand), but also the joy of reciprocity ("Hour of Heaven").
However, the good times did not last long, and Ivanova soon fell in love with someone else who was a friend of the poet. The poem "To..." expresses this matter, and also shows the poet's true love, deep affection, and noble, magnanimous heart: "Ah, there is no need to hide me! You are crying for him-/I love him too; He deserves your tears; / If he were my rival, / I would love him from that moment. / / I could have been happy; but why / to find happiness in the past! / No! I see You pity another, / I should be content with it!" However, because the poet loves her so deeply: "We were only together for a moment, / But before it eternity equals zero; / We suddenly exhausted a thousand feelings , / Burn them with the same kiss..." From then on he felt deeply betrayed, living in sad and painful memories, and he especially missed the kiss Ivanova once gave him, such as "To...": "God proclaimed his verdict, / There is no power to change it; / He stretches out his vengeful hand to us, / He judges all but impartial. / He knows, only he can know, / I have loved tenderly and fervently, / I sacrificed all I could for you, / and you never paid attention to it. / You abused the power you gained / over me, / You began with love To please me, / You have turned your back on me--God bless you! / No! I will never curse you! / I feel holy in everything about you: / Those miraculous eyes, your breast, / A young heart Jumping inside. / Remember once I coaxed to pick / A small flower, full of painful poison,-- / On parting from your pure lips / A kiss without force; / I myself Knowing it wasn't love--I received it; / But I could never have guessed, / The joyful hour is more to you / than my hopes and pains and tears! / May you be happy in my misfortune, / When you hear that I am tormented by pain, / Don't be tormented by empty self-remorse. / Farewell! - This is my wish... / How can I make your eyes shine / Overwhelmed Covered with tears? / We should learn to laugh by ourselves, / Because life is making fun of us!" "To Na I (Vanova)" also wrote that Ivanova used deceit to repay the poet's hope and hope The long-cherished wish, her heart was only infatuated for a moment, she liked many people, but she never liked anyone completely, and she also mentioned the kiss she won when she was parting. However, the poet is confident: "Women will never forget / A man I love so intensely; / In your happiest moments, / will surely disturb your heart!
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