Methodological development (6th grade) on the topic: My friends! Our union is wonderful! “My friends, our union is wonderful! He, like a soul, is indivisible and eternal - Unshakable, free and carefree, He grew together under the canopy of friendly muses.

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Target: To give an idea of the Pushkin Lyceum as a symbol of human fidelity, friendship, full-blooded, spiritual youth

Epigraph:

Bless, jubilant muse,

A.S. Pushkin. "October 19" 1825

Location: Assembly Hall.

Form: literary and musical composition.

Equipment: music center, laptop (computer), video projector.

Characters: Presenter 1, Presenter 2, Lyceum students: Volkhovsky Vladimir, Gorchakov Alexander, Delvig Anton, Korsakov Nikolay, Kuchelbecker Wilhelm, Malinovsky Ivan, Pushkin Alexander, Pushchin Ivan.

Progress of the event

The sound is Waltz in B minor, Op. 69 No. 2Frederic Chopin. The stage is semi-dark, there are tables and chairs in a semicircle,prepared for lyceum students.Spectator seats are occupiedschoolchildren, teachers.On stagePresenter 1 comes out, lights the lightchi.

SPEAKER 1: Past centuries willingly...share with us their writings, letters, documents - the most intimate, secret... And, rushing into the past, we seem to be connected by a long chain of ours today and theirs far away. We connect, and immediately “current flows” through the circuit? and it becomes clear what is called the connection of times, and the huge historical distance has disappeared, and we are already in the company of those guys, and they are with us. What a good thing is memory, what a good thing is history!

The past century attracts us -
Today is a long time ago!
His distant fire has not gone out,
The melody did not sound.
A distant age where the blue air is clear,
Where are the clatter of wheels and the rattle of droshky,
And the leisurely leaf spins
Over the gravel of well-maintained paths!

And if at the far end of the chain there turns out to be an extraordinary classmate, a young sorcerer, who can control everything - “And the shaking of the sky, and the flight of mountain angels...”, then it’s very easy for him and his friends to come to us. That is why we invite our contemporary to travel very close - just two centuries ago - to the first decades of the 19th century.

When October is around the corner,
Come here, wherever you go,
Of the yellow leaves - the yellowest
Here is the Alexander Palace.
We are moving back to childhood
And leaves the golden burden
We remember again, only time
The sunset also tilts the arrows.
We dream of old toys
And we change our faces.
We are returning, like Pushkin,
To the Lyceum, having already passed the Lyceum.

Screening of a film about Pushkin at the Lyceum (5’)

SPEAKER 1: But this is all in the future, but for now... On October 19, 1811, in Tsarskoe Selo, thirty boys sat down at their desks and became classmates. However, they were called “the first year of the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum.” A class as a class, boys as boys - pranksters, arguers, slackers, who will become poets and ministers, officers and “state criminals”, rural homebodies and restless travelers... In childhood and youth they read stories and legends about Greek and Roman heroes , and they themselves, during their lifetime or soon after their death, became a legend, a legend... In almost six years, twenty-nine young men will study and receive certificates... They might not have seen each other for years, but they knew for sure that there was a Frenchman (aka a mixture of a monkey with a tiger, aka Pushkin), there is Dyachok (aka Mordan, aka Korf), and there is Payas (aka Yakovlev). For each other, they were messengers from where it all began, and guarantors that they were still alive. 197 years have passed, almost two centuries. But until now, the friendship of the lyceum students from Pushkin’s graduating class is a symbol of human loyalty and friendship.

PRESENTER 2: On the long-awaited solemn day of October 19, the voice of the young professor Alexander Petrovich Kunitsyn filled the entire hall, and extraordinary silence reigned. Those to whom Kunitsyn passionately appealed - teenagers in blue uniforms - they froze, captivated by the true pathos of the words addressed to them. Alexander Pushkin will forever remember these moments: the silent hall, sparkling with the gold of their uniforms, and the passionate speech of young Kunitsyn.

The speeches ended, and the students began to be called according to the list:

SoundsGaudeamusIgitur. The list of lyceum students is solemnly read out, the participants take turns on stage

Bakunin Alexander Pavlovich;
Broglio Silvery Frantsevich;
Volkhovsky Vladimir Dmitrievich (Suvorochka);
Gorchakov Alexander Mikhailovich (Prince, Frant);
Grevenits Pavel Fedorovich;
Guryev Konstantin Vasilievich;
Danzas Konstantin Karlovich (Bear, Kabud);
Delvig Anton Antonovich (Tosya);
Esakov Semyon Semenovich;
Illichevsky Alexey Demyanovich (Olosenka);
Komovsky Sergey Dmitrievich (Lisichka, Resin);
Kornilov Alexander Alekseevich (Mosier);
Korsakov Nikolay Alexandrovich;
Korf Modest Andreevich (Modinka, Dyachok, Mordan);
Kostensky Konstantin Dmitrievich (Old Man);
Kuchelbecker Wilhelm Karlovich (Kuchlya);
Lomonosov Sergey Grigorievich (Mole);
Malinovsky Ivan Vasilievich (Kazan);
Martynov Arkady Ivanovich;
Maslov Dmitry Nikolaevich (Karamzin);
Matyushkin Fedor Fedorovich (Federnelka, I want to swim);
Myasoedov Pavel Nikolaevich (Myasozhorov);
Pushkin Alexander Sergeevich (French, Egoza);
Pushchin Ivan Ivanovich (Big Zhannot, Ivan the Great);
Savrasov Petr Fedorovich (Red, Ryzhak);
Steven Fedor Khristianovich (Swede, Fritska);
Tyrkov Alexander Dmitrievich (Brick beam);
Yudin Pavel Mikhailovich;
Yakovlev Mikhail Lukyanovich (Payas).

SPEAKER 1: Pushkin issue. Pushkin Lyceum. That's what our story is about today.

After the leader’s words, the lyceum students sit down at the same time. Music sounds: Vivaldi “Spring” from “The Four Seasons”.

VOLKHOVSKY: Volkhovsky Vladimir. 13 years old. Nickname Suvorochka.

SPEAKER 1: First student. Graduated from the Lyceum with a gold medal.

VOLKHOVSKY: I was the weakest, so I did gymnastics. When I taught lessons, I carried two thick dictionaries on my shoulders. The guys laughed at me sometimes in poetry.

Suvorov is ours,
Hooray! March, march!
Screams astride a chair.

SPEAKER 1: Volkhovsky Vladimir is a member of the secret society of Decembrists.

GORCHAKOV: Gorchakov Alexander. 13 years old. Nickname Frant.

SPEAKER 1: Minister

DELVIG: Delvig Anton. 13 years old. Nickname Tosya, Tosenka.

SPEAKER 1: Close friend of Pushkin. Creator of the almanac “Northern Flowers”

DELVIG: I didn't like noisy games or fussing. I was considered lazy, a sleeper. One day he didn’t learn his lesson, hid under the pulpit and fell asleep there. Then they wrote to me:

Give your hand to Delvig! Why are you sleeping?
Wake up sleepy sloth!
You're sitting under the pulpit,
Put to sleep by Latin!

KORSAKOV: Korsakov Nikolay. 11 years

SPEAKER 1: Editor of lyceum magazines, musician. Cheerful and sweet friend. He died of consumption in Florence, writing himself an epitaph:

Passerby! Hurry to your native country.
Oh! It's sad to die far from friends.

KUCHELBECKER: Kuchelbecker Wilhelm. 14 years old. Nickname of Küchl. Pushkin and I were very friendly. He wrote about me a lot and in different ways:

I overate at dinner
And Yakov locked the door by mistake -
And it became to me, my friends,
Both Kuchelbecker and sickening.

SPEAKER 1: Member of the Decembrist Society. Convicted. Sentenced to eternal exile.

MALINOVSKY: Malinovsky Ivan. 14 years old. Nickname Cossack.

SPEAKER 1: Son of the Lyceum director.

MALINOVSKY: I knew a lot of proverbs and sayings, for which one of the guards called me Sancho Panza.

SPEAKER 1: He was a kind, worthy person. He gave up his brilliant career as a general and never regretted it. He became a landowner, leader of the nobility.

PUSHCHIN: Pushchin Ivan. 13 years old. Nickname Big Jeannot, Ivan the Great.

SPEAKER 1: With good talents. In communication he is pleasant, polite, sincere, but with decent legibility and caution. Pushkin's closest friend.

SPEAKER 1: On December 14 I was on Senate Square. Convicted. Sentenced to 31 years in prison and exile.

PUSHKIN: Pushkin Alexander. 11 years. Nicknames Frenchman, Egoza.

In those days when in the gardens of the Lyceum
I blossomed serenely.
I read Apuleius on the sly,
And he yawned over Virgil,
When I was lazy and mischievous,
I climbed on the roof and through the window,
And I forgot my Latin class
For scarlet lips and black eyes;
When did you start to worry?
My heart is filled with vague sadness
When the mysterious distance
My dreams carried me away...
When was someone called French?
My perky friends
Then the pedants predicted,
That I will forever be a rake.

SPEAKER 1: Great Russian poet. Pushkin and his friends... Listening to the story about them, you think about yourself, about your friends. What happened? What will happen? Today we remember one class that has already gone through life to the end. Gone many decades ago.

Lyceum students sit in a semicircle, reminiscing. Music: Frederic Chopin, Two Mazurkas, Op. 59Allegretto.

GORCHAKOV: We met for the first time in the summer of 1811, lived together for 6 years, and then annually gathered and celebrated the opening day of the Lyceum - October 19.

SPEAKER 1: Pushkin wrote poems for this day:

It's time for me... feast, oh friends!
I anticipate a pleasant meeting;
Remember the poet's prediction:
A year will fly by, and I will be with you again,
The promise of my dreams will come true,
A year will fly by and I will come to you! ...
Bless, jubilant muse,
Bless: long live the Lyceum!

GORCHAKOV: We decided to celebrate silver friendship 10 years after graduating from the Lyceum, and gold friendship 20 years later. On October 19, 1880, 81, 82, I celebrated one – the last living lyceum student.

VOLKHOVSKY: For six years at the Lyceum, we fell in love with each other. Became friends. We carried this friendship throughout our lives.

PRESENTER 2: By the way, Pushkin wrote about this:

He, like a soul, is indivisible and eternal -

And happiness wherever it leads,
We are still the same: the whole world is foreign to us,
Our Fatherland is Tsarskoye Selo.

MALINOVSKY: Do you remember during the entrance exams?

PUSHCHIN: It seems that I was not one of the shy types, but here I somehow got lost - I looked at everyone and saw no one. I remember only one boy - lively, curly-haired, quick-eyed, also somewhat embarrassed - Alexander Pushkin. Due to the similarity of last names (he is Pushkin, I am Pushchin), because our bedrooms were nearby (mine No. 13, his No. 14), I especially wanted to get along with him.

Presenter 1: They really quickly became friends and became inseparable. Pushkin would later write about him:

My first friend, my priceless friend!
And I blessed fate
When my yard is secluded,
Covered in sad snow
Your bell rang...

KORSAKOV: Over the summer and autumn, we had already become quite accustomed to each other, so we were not so scared on October 19 in the Great Hall at the opening ceremony of the Lyceum. Emperor Alexander I himself was present with his family, and there were many guests.

KUCHELBECKER: The speech of Professor Kunitsyn was most memorable. He spoke about the duties of a citizen and a soldier. By the end of his wonderful speech we were won over.

PRESENTER 2: Later, all the lyceum students fell in love with Alexander Petrovich, especially Pushkin:

Kunitsyn tribute to honor and wine!
He created us, he raised our flame.
They set the cornerstone,
They have a clean lamp...

SPEAKER 1: After lunch, forgetting about everything in the world, the future “pillars of the fatherland” (as Kunitsyn called them in his speech) ran out onto the deserted street. Laughing and screaming, they fought in the snow, rejoicing in the winter, the freshly fallen snow and the freedom they had temporarily acquired, so dear to them.

PUSHCHIN: The opening of the Lyceum took place on Thursday. Regular classes began on Monday, and normal lyceum life began.

KUCHELBECKER: The Lyceum is a small four-story town. Inspectors and tutors live downstairs, and the economic department is also there.

VOLKHOVSKY: On the second floor there is a dining room, a hospital, and a conference room.

GORCHAKOV: The third floor is educational: classrooms, a physics room, an office for newspapers and magazines, a library.

MALINOVSKY: We have a globe and geographical maps on which you will not see Antarctica and the sources of the Nile. And Sakhalin is not an island yet.

PUSHKIN: On the fourth floor there are bedrooms. Each lyceum student has his own room with half a window. The room has an iron bed, a chest of drawers, a desk, a mirror, a chair, and a table for washing. On the desk there is an inkwell and a candlestick with tongs.

VOLKHOVSKY: Each room has a number.

PUSHCHIN: We then played numbers for a long time and signed letters with numbers. “No. 14 does not agree with No. 13” meant that Pushkin did not agree with Pushchin’s opinion.

KORSAKOV: Corporal punishment was prohibited at the Lyceum. They were punished only with “house arrest” - they were locked in a room and a man was posted at the door to watch.

DELVIG: We got up at 6 o'clock in the morning, then prayer, breakfast. Every day 7 o'clock lessons. The rest is walks, games, gymnastics. On Wednesdays and Saturdays there was an evening “dance”...

1 couple performs a dance to the music of Richard ClaydermanMariaged’ Amour (P. deSenneville).

After the dance, music plays in the background: Frederic Chopin. Waltz in A flat major, Op. 69 No. 1 “Farewell Waltz”

KUCHELBECKER: Do you remember once Professor Koshansky suggested describing the sunrise in poetry. Feathers creaked. Then they read what was written. It was Pavel Myasoedov’s turn. He stood up and read:

Sunrise.
The ruddy king of nature flashed in the west...

PUSHKIN: That was all he wrote... “Is that all?” - Koshansky was surprised. And Illichevsky, hearing that Myasoedov’s sun was rising in the west, said: “No, not everything,” and, choking with laughter, blurted out:

And the astonished nations
They don't know what to start.
Go to bed or get up."

GORCHAKOV: Do you remember the first Lyceum joke and the first Lyceum nickname?

DELVIG: Yes, Alexander Kornilov distinguished himself and forever remained “Mosier”. Empress Maria Feodorovna decided to find out if the food was good. Approaching Alexander, she asked: “Is the soup good?” Kornilov, frightened or embarrassed, answers in French: “Oui, monsieur.” So he turned from Kornilov into “Mosier”

VOLKHOVSKY: We came up with a lot of nicknames for each other. Here, for example, to Pushkin: Dragonfly, Cricket, Monkey, Spark, Frenchman, a mixture of a monkey and a tiger.

PRESENTER 2: And Pushkin himself, as you know, said about himself:

And I, the rake forever idle,
The descendant of blacks is ugly,
Raised in wild simplicity
Love without suffering,
Young beauty likes me
Shameless frenzy of desires.

GORCHAKOV: At the Lyceum we had a lot of “firsts”: first poems, first love, first disappointments.

The melody of Richard Clayderman sounds "Acommeamour» (P. deSenneville/ Gilbert).

KORSAKOV: Our poems end up in the first handwritten magazine “Inexperienced Pen”. Editors: Pushkin, Delvig and me. Then there were many such magazines. Do you remember Pushkin’s first love? Katenka Bakunina...

PUSHKIN:“...My feeling for her was unlike what I had experienced before. How sweet she was! how the black dress stuck to dear Bakunina! But I haven’t seen it for 18 hours – ah! what a situation, what torment! But I was happy for 5 minutes!..”

In those days... in those days when for the first time
I noticed living features
A lovely maiden and love
The young one was excited by the blood,
And I, hopelessly sad,
Tormented by the deception of ardent dreams,
I looked for her traces everywhere,
I thought about her tenderly,
I've been waiting all day for a minute meeting
And I learned the happiness of secret torments...

PUSHCHIN: At the Lyceum, Pushkin wrote about love like this:

Here lies a sick student;
His fate is inexorable
Carry the medicine away:
The disease is incurable...

SoundsMaestoso

DELVIG: We were also always interested in history... 1812...

VOLKHOVSKY: How passionately we discussed the Raevskys’ feat. General Nikolai Nikolaevich Raevsky took his sons in his arms and went forward with them... To the enemy battery. He shouted to the soldiers: “Forward, guys! My children and I will show you the way.” And the battery was taken. The general himself, with usual modesty, later explained that he simply had nowhere to put his boys. How we wanted to be with them, how we wanted to accomplish feats.

KUCHELBECKER: And what a cry arose when the news came that Moscow was occupied by the enemy... But what a “HURRAY!!!” thundered at the news of Bonaparte’s retreat from Moscow!

SoundsLarghettofrom Concerto No. 2 for piano and orchestra in F minor, Op. 21 Frederic Chopin.

MALINOVSKY: And yet, our main hobby is poetry. In our Lyceum everyone wrote, they wrote for any reason and for no reason. . And remember, in connection with which this was written:

We are recently out of sadness -
Pushchin, Pushkin, me, Baron,
The glass was drained
And Thomas was driven out...

PUSHCHIN: Well, of course... The three of us wanted to drink eggnog. Well, then it’s clear. We were then punished: to kneel for two weeks during morning and evening prayers, our names were entered in a black book, and we were moved to the last place at the table.

PRESENTER 2: Fun, jokes, pranks, falling in love... But there was also a lot of spiritual work. Friendship with the poet Vasily Andreevich Zhukovsky, acquaintance with the historian Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin, poet Pyotr Andreevich Vyazemsky, political figure Pyotr Alekseevich Pletnev.

DELVIG: But our main asset is friendship. They idolize her and put her in first place.

MALINOVSKY: Much higher than a career.

KORSAKOV: Good luck.

KUCHELBECKER: Even love

VOLKHOVSKY: They talked and wrote more about friendship in Tsarskoe Selo in the summer days of 1817 - the days of graduation from the Lyceum.

PRESENTER 2: On the day of the end of the Lyceum, they sang a hymn to the words of Delvig.

DELVIG:

Six years flew by like a dream,
In the arms of glorious silence,
And recognition of the Fatherland
It thunders to us: march, sons!
Farewell, brothers! Hand in hand!
Let's hug one last time!
Fate for eternal separation,
Perhaps she gave birth to us!

PUSHCHIN: Then the director of the lyceum, Yegor Antonovich Engelhardt, puts cast iron rings on our fingers - a symbol of strong friendship, and we now become “cast iron people.” The farewell lyceum oath was taken...

KUCHELBECKER: We still had our whole lives ahead of us, but none of us forgot the Lyceum, our friends, our Fatherland.

Lyceum students get up from the table, go to the edge of the stage and, holding hands, read an excerpt from a poem by A.S. Pushkin (each one line). The melody sounds: Waltz in B minor, Op. 69 No. 2 by Frederic Chopin.

My friends, our union is wonderful!
He, like a soul, is indivisible and eternal,
Unshakable, free and carefree,
He grew together under the shadow of friendly muses.
Wherever fate throws us,
And happiness wherever it leads,
We are still the same: the whole world is foreign to us,
Our Fatherland is Tsarskoye Selo.

SoundsGaudeamusIgitur. The lyceum students descend from the stage and go to the end of the hall.

The melody sounds: Waltz in B minor, Op. 69 No. 2 by Frederic Chopin.

PRESENTER 2: To this day, the tradition continues among current lyceum students to celebrate October 19 - Lyceum Day. In Kemerovo, on the initiative of Aman Gumirovich Tuleyev, in 2000, the Governor's Multidisciplinary Boarding Lyceum for gifted children from rural areas was opened. Children from the rural outback receive a comprehensive education there in various fields. They visit museums, theaters, a swimming pool, sports clubs and creative associations in the region, and vacation in Russia and abroad.

A fragment of a symphony by V.A. Mozart "Jupiter". Against the background of this music, Presenter 2 pronounces the final words of the evening.

Presenter 1: There is still some sense of kinship between Pushkin’s lyceum students and us, there is, despite the eras that separate us, there is, in spite of everything. Otherwise, the random date – October 19 – would not have become alive, not only for them, but also for us. Otherwise, Pushkin himself would not have become our eternal Lyceum, Lyceum forever.

Ultimately, this is culture, that culture without which there is no dignity, no “independence” of a person...

Each person, each of us must have his own October 19, even an hour away from it, even a minute.

Used Books

Antsiferov N. Pushkin in Tsarskoe Selo. Under the general editorship. Vlad. Bonch-Bruevich. M., Goskultprosvetizdat, 1950
Basina M.Ya. City of the poet. Documentary story. 2nd edition. L., “Det. lit.”, 1975
Class teacher No. 3/1999
Lyceum. Memorial Museum. Comp. Rudenskaya M.P. L., Lenizdat, 1976.
Rudenskaya M.P., Rudenskaya S.D. They studied with Pushkin. Lenizdat, 1976
Rudenskaya M.P., Rudenskaya S.D. From the Lyceum threshold. – L.: Lenizdat, 1984. – 318 p., ill. - (B-young worker).
Read, learn, play No. 8/2006
School encyclopedia "Russica". Russian history. 18-19 centuries – M.: OLMA-PRESS Education, 2003. – 736 p., ill.

Musical score

Gaudeamus Igitur
Vivaldi A. “The Seasons.” "Spring"
Clayderman Richard. "A comme Amour." (P. de Senneville/Gilbert).
Clayderman Richard. Mariage d'Amour (P. de Senneville).
Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus. Symphony No. 41 (“Jupiter”).
Chopin Frederic. Waltz in A flat major, Op. 69 No. 1 “Farewell Waltz”
Chopin Frederic. Waltz in B minor, Op. 69 No. 2
Chopin Frederic. Two Mazurkas, Op. 59 Allegretto
Chopin Frederic. Larghetto from Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor, Op. 21
Chopin Frederic. Maestoso from Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor, Op. 21

"October 19, 1825"

The forest drops its crimson robe,
Frost will silver the withered field,
The day will appear as if involuntarily
And it will disappear beyond the edge of the surrounding mountains.
Burn, fireplace, in my deserted cell;
And you, wine, are a friend of the autumn cold,
Pour a gratifying hangover into my chest,
A momentary oblivion of bitter torment.

I am sad: there is no friend with me,
With whom would I drink away the long separation,
Who could I shake hands with from the heart?
And wish you many happy years.
I drink alone; imagination in vain
Around me my comrades are calling;
The familiar approach is not heard,
And my soul does not wait for a sweetheart.

I drink alone, and on the banks of the Neva
Today my friends call me...
But how many of you feast there too?
Who else are you missing?
Who changed the captivating habit?
Who has been drawn away from you by the cold light?
Whose voice fell silent at the fraternal roll call?
Who didn't come? Who is missing between you?

He didn’t come, our curly-haired singer,
With fire in the eyes, with a sweet-voiced guitar:
Under the myrtle trees of beautiful Italy
He sleeps quietly, and a friendly chisel
Didn’t inscribe it over the Russian grave
A few words in the native language,
So that you never find hello sad
Son of the north, wandering in a foreign land.

Are you sitting with your friends?
Restless lover of foreign skies?
Or again you are passing through the sultry tropic
And the eternal ice of the midnight seas?
Happy journey!.. From the Lyceum threshold
You stepped onto the ship jokingly,
And from then on, your road is in the seas,
O beloved child of waves and storms!

You saved in a wandering fate
Wonderful years, original morals:
Lyceum noise, lyceum fun
Among the stormy waves you dreamed;
You stretched out your hand to us from across the sea,
You carried us alone in your young soul
And he repeated: “For a long separation
A secret fate, perhaps, has condemned us!”

My friends, our union is wonderful!
He, like the soul, is inseparable and eternal -
Unshakable, free and carefree,
He grew together under the shadow of friendly muses.
Wherever fate throws us
And happiness wherever it leads,
We are still the same: the whole world is foreign to us;
Our Fatherland is Tsarskoye Selo.

From end to end we are pursued by thunderstorms,
Entangled in the nets of a harsh fate,
I tremblingly enter the bosom of new friendship,
The charter, the caressing head...
With my sad and rebellious prayer,
With the trusting hope of the first years,
He gave himself up to some friends with a tender soul;
But their greeting was bitter and unbrotherly.

And now here, in this forgotten wilderness,
In the abode of desert blizzards and cold,
A sweet consolation was prepared for me:
Three of you, my soul's friends,
I hugged here. The poet's house is disgraced,
Oh my Pushchin, you were the first to visit;
You sweetened the sad day of exile,
You turned it into the day of the Lyceum.

You, Gorchakov, have been lucky from the first days,
Praise be to you - fortune shines cold
Didn't change your free soul:
You are still the same for honor and friends.
We are assigned a different path by strict fate;
Stepping into life, we quickly parted ways:
But by chance on a country road
We met and hugged brotherly.

When the wrath of fate befell me,
A stranger to everyone, like a homeless orphan,
Under the storm, I drooped my languid head
And I was waiting for you, prophet of the Permesian maidens,
And you came, inspired son of laziness,
Oh my Delvig: your voice awakened
The heat of the heart, lulled for so long,
And I cheerfully blessed fate.

From infancy the spirit of songs burned in us,
And we experienced wonderful excitement;
From infancy two muses flew to us,
And our destiny was sweet with their caress:
But I already loved applause,
You, proud one, sang for the muses and for the soul;
I spent my gift, like life, without attention,
You raised your genius in silence.

The service of the muses does not tolerate fuss;
The beautiful must be majestic:
But youth advises us slyly,
And noisy dreams make us happy...
Let's come to our senses - but it's too late! and sadly
We look back, seeing no traces there.
Tell me, Wilhelm, is that not what happened to us?
Is my brother related by muse, by destiny?

It's time, it's time! our mental anguish
The world is not worth it; Let's leave the misconceptions behind!
Let's hide life under the shadow of solitude!
I'm waiting for you, my belated friend -
Come; by the fire of a magical story
Revive heartfelt legends;
Let's talk about the stormy days of the Caucasus,
About Schiller, about fame, about love.

It's time for me... feast, oh friends!
I anticipate a pleasant meeting;
Remember the poet's prediction:
A year will fly by, and I will be with you again,
The covenant of my dreams will come true;
A year will fly by and I will come to you!
Oh, how many tears and how many exclamations,
And how many cups raised to heaven!

And the first one is complete, friends, complete!
And all the way to the bottom in honor of our union!
Bless, jubilant muse,
Bless: long live the Lyceum!
To the mentors who guarded our youth,
To all honor, both dead and alive,
Raising a grateful cup to my lips,
Without remembering evil, we will reward goodness.

Fuller, fuller! and, with my heart on fire,
Again, drink to the bottom, drink to the drop!
But for whom? oh others, guess...
Hurray, our king! So! Let's drink to the king.
He is a human! they are ruled by the moment.
He is a slave to rumors, doubts and passions;
Let us forgive him his wrongful persecution:
He took Paris, he founded the Lyceum.

Feast while we're still here!
Alas, our circle is thinning hour by hour;
Some are sleeping in a coffin, some are orphans in the distance;
Fate is watching, we are withering; the days are flying;
Invisibly bowing and growing cold,
We are nearing the beginning...
Which of us needs the Lyceum Day in our old age?
Will you have to celebrate alone?

Unhappy friend! among new generations
The annoying guest is both superfluous and alien,
He will remember us and the days of connections,
Closing my eyes with a trembling hand...
Let it be with sad joy
Then he will spend this day at the cup,
Like now I, your disgraced recluse,
He spent it without grief and worries.

We know Pushkin the man,
Pushkin - friend of the monarchy,
Pushkin - friend of the Decembrists.
All this pales in comparison to one thing:
Pushkin the poet!
A. Blok

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. This name is familiar to every Russian person; it always evokes the kindest and brightest feelings. His poems accompany us all our lives - from early childhood to old age. Having re-read familiar lines, we perceive them in a new way each time.
Pushkin's lyrics are beautiful and diverse. It amazes readers with its simplicity and at the same time the depth of thoughts and feelings expressed in it. The poet's lyrics reflected various themes and problems: those that worried poets in all centuries, and those that arose in the first third of the 19th century.
“What was the subject of his (A.S. Pushkin) poetry?” - asked N.V. Gogol. And he answered: “Everything has become an object...” Indeed, in the lyrics of the great poet we will find real portraits of time, and pictures of an ever-changing nature, and philosophical reflections on the meaning of human existence, on the role of man in the life of society. Through his poems, A.S. Pushkin conveys purely individual sensations (thoughts and feelings, delights and experiences), shares memories and impressions, and calls for the fight for moral ideals. His lyrics allow the modern reader to look into another era, to look at the world through the eyes of a great poet.
One of the most important places in Pushkin's lyrics is occupied by the theme of friendship. A student of the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum, the wonderful poet A. S. Pushkin, of course, had many friends: I. Pushchin, Ryleev, Delvig, Kuchelbecker and others. Therefore, the friendship that binds them, the belief in the same ideals and principles are reflected in his lyrics (“In the depths of the Siberian ores...”, “To Chaadaev,” “I. I. Pushchin” and many others).
The poems dedicated to the lyceum comrades are imbued with the kindest and most sincere feelings, faith in the indestructibility of the friendly union:

My friends, our union is wonderful!
He, like the soul, is inseparable and eternal -
Unshakable, free and carefree,
He grew together under the shadow of friendly muses.
(“October 19”, 1825)

October 19 is the opening day of the lyceum, constantly celebrated by the lyceum students of the first graduating class (to which A.S. Pushkin belonged). This day is associated with meetings of old friends, conversations and arguments, bright and kind, and sometimes sad memories. That is why some of the poet’s poems are associated with this date:

God help you, my friends,
And in storms and in everyday grief,
In a foreign land, in a deserted sea,
And in the dark abysses of the earth!
October 19”, 1827)

And how many such “storms” and “everyday” adversities there were! But the most severe test was the year 1825, which was marked by a historical event - the Decembrist uprising. Although the poet did not belong to any secret society and did not take part in the uprising on Senate Square, he had many common views, hopes and memories with the “firstborn of freedom.” All this is also reflected in the lyrics of A.S. Pushkin.
For example, in the poem “Arion” (1827), to allegorically depict his connections with the Decembrists, the author uses the myth of the ancient Greek poet and musician who was saved from death at sea by a dolphin enchanted by his singing. In this poem, A.S. Pushkin compared his fate with the fate of Arion, who alone among his friends survived the “noisy whirlwind.” By the word “whirlwind,” the poet apparently means the December uprising. Despite the defeat, A.S. Pushkin, the “mysterious singer,” remains faithful to his friends and ideals: “I sing the same hymns.”
The poem “In the depths of the Siberian ores...” was a message to the exiled Decembrists in Siberia. In it, A.S. Pushkin supports his friends, calls on them to “keep proud patience” and believe that

The heavy shackles will fall,
The dungeons will collapse and there will be freedom
You will be greeted joyfully at the entrance,
And the brothers will give you the sword.

Love and friendship up to you
They will reach through the dark gates,
Like in your convict holes
My free voice comes through.

Proximity to the Decembrists, friendship with some of them was the reason why A.S. Pushkin ended up in exile in Mikhailovskoye. There, suffering from loneliness, the poet was greatly shocked by the fact that I. I. Pushchin came to him, violating all prohibitions:

My first friend, my priceless friend!
And I blessed fate
When my yard is secluded,
Covered in sad snow,
Your bell rang.
(“I. I. Pushchin”)

This event, when the poet himself felt the greatness and power of true friendship, could not be forgotten. And after the defeat of the Decembrists, A.S. Pushkin wrote the message “I. I. Pushchin” (1826), in which he recalls the arrival of a friend and “prays to holy providence” so that I. Pushchin’s imprisonment will be illuminated by “a ray of clear lyceum days.” This poem was sent to I. Pushchin in hard labor along with a message to the Decembrists “In the depths of the Siberian ores...”.
Thus, the poems of A. S. Pushkin amaze readers with their sincerity and simplicity, faith in an endless feeling of friendship. They are very easy to read and remember, leaving indelible impressions on a person’s soul. N.V. Gogol wrote that in Pushkin’s poems “there is no external shine”, that they are “simple” and “decent”, “there are few words, but they are so precise that they mean everything.”
And in order to understand the whole meaning of Pushkin’s poems, to experience joys and sorrows with the poet, you just need to take a collection of his poems and plunge into the unusual and wonderful world of A. S. Pushkin’s poetry.

The poem “October 19” (1825) by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin is one of the most famous works of Russian poetry. Few people have not encountered the offending eight-line verse from this poem, which, as a rule, is addressed to older schoolchildren. This quote, which has long become a recognized hymn to lyceum friendship, calls for a deeper sense of the need for the irreplaceable closeness of schoolchildren, and teaches us to love those with whom we have to take the first steps in our studies.

My friends, our union is wonderful!
He, like a soul, is indivisible and eternal -
Unwavering, free and carefree
He grew together under the shadow of friendly muses.
Wherever fate throws us,
And happiness wherever it leads,
We are still the same: the whole world is foreign to us;
Our Fatherland is Tsarskoye Selo.

But it is often cited with or without reason. From the same poem, in a small-town manner, the equally often included quotation “The servant of the muses does not tolerate vanity” was pulled out. It must be said that not a single poem by Alexander Sergeevich was perverted with such satanic opposition as this one, the most frequently quoted one. Moreover, the distortion of meaning began right during the poet’s lifetime, a little more than two months after it was written.

Due to the fact that in a few days classes in the specialty “State and Municipal Administration” will begin at “”, it will be useful to understand the very important meaning that the history of the creation of this thing carries. But there is also hidden the poet’s personal tragedy, which for some reason no one wants to notice, although everyone has a closet full of similar skeletons.

You sit and think...doesn’t anyone hear the falsehood and lies as soon as the eight-line above begins to be quoted one by one? Has anyone ever had problems with their school friends? Or does someone not know how such “beautiful unions” end, the only unifying force of which is being in the same class and being born in the same generation? Maybe someone hasn't attended class reunions yet? Have you managed to carry an inexpressible longing for your school years throughout your entire life? Of course, you can lie about Pushkin whatever you want, but there is no need to lie to yourself.

Pushkinist B.V. Tomashevsky noted that “this description sounds solemn and colorful.” In his opinion, the poet’s sadness is caused only by loneliness, but not by impressions inspired by the northern autumn (Tomashevsky B.V. Pushkin. 2nd edition. M., 1990. T. 2. P. 338). It seems that the outstanding researcher of Pushkin’s work was captivated by associations connecting the landscape “October 19” with the landscape of Pushkin’s later, also textbook-famous poem “Autumn”. But the nature in “Autumn” is so colorful (“forests dressed in crimson and gold”), and the poetic structure itself gives such a powerful surge of response inspiration that even I could not help but respond with a small poem “about nature.” Although I hate writing poems.

I will build a garden open to all winds,
Let Times and People live in it.
In winter he will fall asleep on a white platter,
In the spring he will be awakened by the noise of birds.
A swarm of bees will sing sweetly in it,
Summer will swing in its branches...
And the riot of colors will amaze the Poet
Autumn farewell time.

The autumn landscape “October 19” is monochromatic, everything here is covered with a gray haze like ash. This is not only “loneliness and separation from friends.” The poet creates in silence and solitude, loneliness necessary him for creativity. And here… special a loneliness that the poet is unable to overcome even with the power of imagination.

I am sad: there is no friend with me,
With whom would I drink away the long separation,
Who could I shake hands with from the heart?
And wish you many happy years.

Let’s not deceive ourselves, this is not about separation from friends, but... about disappointment in friendship. Pushkin says directly and without mincing words that he does not have no no friend at all. Not in nature! And nothing “nice” awaits his soul.

But there is a line “Me Friends today they call it." Today we understand Russian a little differently. But you can still be wary by whom these same “friends” call this “lyrical hero”, knowing that he is sitting alone in the Pskov region on the anniversary of the lyceum.

This line means something like the saying for unexpected hiccups - “someone remembers.” When the one who is “called” by various “names” guesses perfectly How and as whom- he is remembered loved ones People.

From the lines removed from the poem, it is clear that Pushkin began to write this poem in advance. But, having received neither an invitation, nor a congratulation, nor just a letter, he does not impose himself, he simply peers at those who are now celebrating this meeting without him. He knows that right now, when he is incredibly lonely the special loneliness of a devoted friend, his friends remember him, but not in the way he would like.

And he, in turn, makes sufficient efforts to remember... former friends like that what kind of I would like to remember them always.

Therefore, the poem itself, taken apart into quotes, used for the occasion one to one- always betrays the lie of the one who uses it in this way. And not only complete deafness to words, but also moral deafness.

I have seen many times in my life how “beautiful unions” immediately fell apart as soon as these lines were applied to them. People suddenly began to peer at each other with awakened sharpness of intuition.

I myself read a dissertation that examined, line by line, the “mechanism” of the transition from a feeling of deeply personal unhappiness to a state of “complete happiness” at the end of the poem. As if the poet felt very bad, but he remembered his friends, uttered several phrases that later became catchphrases, like “The service of the muses does not tolerate vanity,” and then immediately became much happier than he was before.

Closing my eyes with a trembling hand...

Spending a day without grief and worries is not such a great happiness. Personally, I see a slightly different “mechanism” here. From a friendly impromptu, the poem turns into a gloomy prediction, each line is filled with a premonition of an impending denouement.

Remember the poet's prediction:

Oh, how many tears and how many exclamations,

This prediction reeks of melancholy, the poet clearly does not believe his prediction, he already knows the truth, and the lines themselves, which should inspire hope and carelessness for quick happy changes, are full of tragedy. This is indeed a prediction, but about something that is never destined to happen. But this can still happen if people listen to the yearning call of the devoted friend of youth. Still, he is not so much concerned about himself, he calls... to conscience and honor.

However... in order to get exactly that “beautiful union” to which the poet calls with undisguised bitterness, it is necessary to myself give a full report to own actions and true aspirations, we must admit our own meanness. And this seems so terrible, “impossible”... therefore, subsequent, much more terrible events become possible, from which the funny little black, with difficulty switching from French to Russian, tried to keep them - in the lyceum impromptu, which they never needed on the anniversary of 1825 .

In similar cases, I personally prefer the recipe from Oscar Wilde's The Ballad of Reading Gaol. Everyone does this. Except for people like Pushkin, of course. But it’s easier for me with everyone, “ who lived in the world//killed loved ones" And then... it’s very difficult to find the strength to write without really expecting that at least someone will understand you and respond.

It is much easier to kill the very memory of a traitor than to mold it with almost inhuman love different image, find in it a reflection of the best part of a betrayed friend and forever remember him that way. Flatly refusing to perceive all subsequent metamorphoses in him. And at the same time, to be exactly the same as everyone else living - deprived of the love of one's neighbor.

...I was once asked sarcastically why I didn’t win the long-standing All-Union Literary Olympiad for schoolchildren on the works of Pushkin, dedicated, by the way, not to the birth or death, but dedicated to the anniversary of the Boldinskaya autumn of the poet, so you know. Well, what can I say? I prepared not quite traditionally. I read Pushkin himself and his contemporaries. A win Olympiads are those who “do not waste time” (as they told me openly) on creativity itself, on their own thoughts about it, but are well aware of classical literary analysis. That is, he reads the criticism, and not the thing itself.

But I have never come across a single critical note, not a single literary analysis, where it would be directly stated that Pushkin, after his friends put a bold cross on him, realizing that he would not be useful to them, wrote them a toast for the Lyceum anniversary, in which he called to listen not even to him, but to his own better half. He urged not to do the intended meanness, to believe not in pride, but in conscience. And then his prediction will come true.

And then, in the same poem, he recalled three meetings with former classmates (Pushchin, Gorchakov and Delvig), only speaking about Gorchakov with great respect, making it clear how much he appreciated the spiritual invariability of this man. He encourages Delvig to engage in creativity, and not political adventurism (“Serving the muses does not tolerate vanity”).

Then he suddenly realizes that the eternally lonely Kuchelbecker, whose creative attempts he laughed at as a child, who remained just as ridiculous and sincere... could not resist the charm of his friends - he invited him to various “unions”. Fool Küchlya finally felt equal, needed... loved. And Pushkin is so horrified by his fate that he devotes an entire stanza to the man with whom he exchanged only a few words in childhood.

All the “Pushkinists”, galloping with volumes of dissertations and little books about “Pushkin’s friends”, begin to look for the “warm close friendship” of Pushkin and Kuchelbecker, where there was never even a grain of mutual interest, and on Kuchelbecker’s part there was also the hatred of a hunted nonentity.

Why! The disgusting “Kyukhlya” with idiotic “Old Russian verses” with a line stretched out for a page and a half of snot, suddenly turns into a close confidant, a secret friend. Well, since there is no and nothing can be explicit, it means they were friends secretly. Of course, if you start being friends with someone like that in front of everyone, normal people will laugh.

There's only one thing I don't understand. There is absolutely nothing for a person to earn his bread except by chewing what Pushkin wrote. In our country, Pushkin still feeds the army of “Pushkinists”, works his ass off for this whole thing with the current “Pushkin House”. But is it really possible that at least once these same “Pushkinists”, who explain to those around them what exactly the poet wanted to say, could not show a grain more respect to his feelings? Just out of gratitude!

How can you not respond to these lines with your soul, not feel... sobbing Quite a tough guy. Betrayed and abandoned by everyone, devoid of hope, with childhood memories spat upon?..

The quote about lyceum friendship is usually read by all “Pushkin scholars” as “My friends! Beautiful our union! Maybe I should put two commas so that “our union” is not read together? Pushkin actually writes to the traitors, wanting to keep them from taking the final step, over the abyss, that he is ready to forgive everything, if only they come to their senses and do not commit the final meanness: “beautiful our union."

The man was betrayed. But he makes a choice in favor of the better half of those with whom fate brought him to spend his youth. He mentions several times about fate, which diligently separated him from them later, not quite realizing that initiated("the chosen one" in the words of Pyotr Andreevich Vyazemsky) there is no longer anything random in life. And since fate separates him from someone, it means that he does not need any “our unions” with these people.

But this man is not a book on a shelf. He can touch someone else's soul through the centuries only by writing lines in mental suffering, writhing in agony. What makes us listen to his lines amid pathetic speeches and meetings is his pain. Before the next toast, we freeze for a minute, trying to figure out to which union, his muse calls us. It’s a pity that not everyone listens to their own soul to the end, relying on the opinion of professional “Pushkinists.”

Pushkin was betrayed, but the catch is that he himself is not a traitor. He does not betray his memory, the brightest thing he once saw in the current flabby members of secret unions preparing to judge and punish. Two months before the events on Senate Square, he does not at all want to cling to “our unions” of prosperity and other popular delights, the way there is already closed to him. He leaves his former friends a path to others alliances that they can still take advantage of.

I understand perfectly well how convenient it is to present this poem by Pushkin now. as a blessing friends for all subsequent actions. The only problem is in the poem itself, which actually states several things between the lines. other story.

However, history is generally a parallel thing. Some people believe that they can easily erase someone from history. You can steal what was said and attribute it to yourself. You can pretend. You never know what you can do with history if you have a crowd of hungry “historians” ready for anything.

The problem is that Time is a space where all parallel stories converge at one point. This point is called the “moment of truth.” They will certainly come together, but only when none of us will be able to change anything in their further divergence.

I write these lines, not knowing whether my blog, which has once again collapsed, will “speak” again. Too many parallel stories constantly converge in it, although God knows, I’m not really striving for this. Maybe they just have nowhere else to go, who knows? But where should we put this deceitful dotted line about the “collapse of the State Archives website” with Beria’s forged note, if since Monday all the sites that wrote the truth about Katyn are experiencing difficulties?

And people primitively took into account the end of the quarter and the workload of all administrators at their main jobs during this period. But, since it was proven in court that the three sheets of Beria’s note, where he allegedly writes “to immediately shoot everyone,” were written on paper from 1963, that is, the “Khrushchev Thaw,” dear to the heart of the local boorish man, this can only be given on the Internet. However, having previously silenced everyone who spoke about it openly.

But I don’t think that Katyn, which is of particular importance to Medvedev today, is so important from the point of view of history, since Providence itself put an end to this forever, stopping the movement of parallel stories. He should take care legitimacy own power. Power leaves his rickety little hands, power is insulted by what he used it for. Power is not money!

But how can Medvedev explain this now? He believes that by giving $20 million to the “provisional government” of Kyrgyzstan, he made it legitimate. He does not realize that he himself has lost the last touch of legitimacy. The Russian media diligently made fun of Bakiyev’s statement in Minsk that he did not recognize his resignation, but would not return to Kyrgyzstan. But this only adds legitimacy to Lukashenko – as a statesman and a moral person.

Bakiyev's return to Kyrgyzstan will mean a new round of bloodshed. However, time never works for those who do not have the right to power, who go to it through the window in the toilet, by organizing coups and revolutions.

The funny thing about the current situation is that the Kyrgyz conspirators could only receive legitimate power from Bakiyev. And in this case – already from Lukashenko. Every new day puts them in a more and more idiotic position. The “Decree of the Provisional Government” on “lifting immunity” from Bakiyev is outrageous Kyrgyz idiocy. Here you can clearly see what power turns into if it is touched by the Jewish plebs, the small-town mob, who never created a state and did not work on its formation.

...That’s probably why I constantly return in my mind to this poem, in which Pushkin is trying to shout out to those close to him who betrayed him that what unions honorable to follow as a person and citizen.

Oh yeah! I also completely understand What exactly I had to speak and write so as not to sit in my exile now, not to sort through what was destroyed during the local pogrom, thinking about how much work had once again gone into emptiness. And whether the shoots sprout... I still won’t be able to see them. The only good thing is that the faceless herd of “grandfather’s experts” will not be able to feed on my dead skin, trampling what was said.

It’s funny to find advice about Pushkin in the memoirs of his contemporaries, What exactly he needs to write. For the benefit of their rise in power. Pushkin writes some completely “insignificant” things from their point of view. But it would be necessary to have everything “Russian-pre-Russian” so that it would be more convenient for them to cling to the people.

But let’s return to the story of a broken heart, in which there was enough strength for the line “ Fatherland to us - Tsarskoe Selo" One can take this literally, as the delight of an exalted idiot, as the “Pushkinists” chomping around his corpse are trying to portray the poet as. But according to many testimonies of contemporaries, the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum prepared lyceum students not so much for public service, but... for joining secret anti-government societies. In Schilder’s well-known memoirs we read: “The author of the note “Something about the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum and its spirit” reports that the lyceum spirit is such a direction of views when “A young helipad should mockingly condemn all the actions of persons occupying significant positions, all government measures, nobility by heart or to be the author of epigrams, lampoons and songs reprehensible in Russian, and in French to know all the daring and outrageous verses and passages from revolutionary works. Moreover, he must talk about constitutions, chambers, elections, parliaments, seem to non-believers of Christian dogmas, and most of all, appear to be a philanthropist and a Russian philanthropist” (N.K. Schilder. Nicholas I. Volume I, p. 427).

In the same Tsarskoye Selo, Pushkin met the officers of the Life Hussar Regiment stationed in Tsarskoye Selo, Chaadaev, N.N. Raevsky, Kavelin - admirers of French freethinking. Then, feeding the young talent with stingy compliments, he is drawn into the Green Lamp literary circle, which was a secret branch of the Union of Welfare. Having later become a member of the literary society "Arzamas", Pushkin finds himself in the campaign of the future Decembrists M. Orlov, N. Turgenev and... Nikita Muravyov. At that moment it was impossible to take a step in any decent house without bumping into a Freemason or Voltairian.

Such “freethinking” is always characteristic of a society that has experienced civic catharsis, a euphoric moment of victory - at the very edge of the abyss of inevitable death. It suddenly begins to seem to everyone that power is close, few people notice its everyday hardships and responsibilities, drinking up life itself drop by drop.

And after the victory of 1945, many who were completely unfit for power tried on their plebeian asses in places not intended for them. Power was just in their hands. They believed that it was not their duty to the Motherland, but They forced people to attack and go to their death.

And, if, nevertheless, formally after the War in the USSR there was a certain “unified Soviet people”, then, after the capture of Paris in the Patriotic War of 1812, by 1816 Russia received a completely decomposed top military aristocracy. Many also traveled around Europe and took a closer look at European amenities. They looked at power quite seriously, having enough birth for it.

And why don’t the “conquerors of Europe”, who were applauded by Paris, establish an autonomous system of “powers” - in payment for personal services to the Fatherland? This is how military sailors are now looking with interest at the possibility of “privatizing” the property of the Navy for themselves. After all, like “they gave their lives in the service of the Motherland.” Moreover, they saw how their “commanders in chief” wonderfully manage state property.

Any new clientele strives to dismember the “too large and uncontrollable” Russia into autonomous systems in order to finally move away from this “Russian savagery” and establish a “European order”. Finally, fit “into the civilized world.” Just like now the small-town shobla in Russia or Kyrgyzstan is trying to establish a “new American order.”

Therefore, Chaadaev, who spat on Russia, which, due to its sluggishness, could not “fit in” anywhere, getting stuck sometimes with a shaft, sometimes with a wheel, and as a result received a harsh rebuke from Pushkin for his “philosophies” - is still considered by us to be “a friend of Pushkin” and "a progressive man of his time." And at its core it is Pushkin's molester, to whom failed to molest him, the intestine turned out to be the wrong diameter, and this “philosopher” was not smart enough to reach the level of Russian literature. In Chisinau, Pushkin wrote to his “teacher” the following confession in the poem “To Chaadaev” (1821), which he hardly understood, of course:

Sighing, I left other misconceptions.
Consigned my enemies to the curse of oblivion
And he tore apart the nets where I fought in captivity,
Tasting a new silence for the heart.
In solitude my wayward genius
I learned both quiet work and a thirst for thought.
I own my day; The mind is friendly with order;
I am learning to hold the attention of long thoughts;
Seeking reward in the arms of freedom
Years lost in rebellious youth,
And in enlightenment to become on par with the century.

Exiled to Bessarabia, Pushkin finds himself in a purely Masonic environment. On behalf of the authorities, he had to be corrected from political, free-thinking by a certain I. N. Inzov, an old Mason, a member of the Kishinevsky lodge “Ovid”. Inzov, the master of the Ovid lodge, General Pushchin, and other Chisinau masons began to intensively educate Pushkin in the Masonic spirit, and already at the beginning of May 1821 they “managed to recruit” Pushkin to become a member of the Ovid lodge.

In his Kishinev diary, Pushkin writes: “On May 4 he was accepted into the Freemasons.” Later he writes to Zhukovsky: “I was a Freemason in the Chisinau lodge, that is, the one for which all lodges in Russia were destroyed.” In this lodge, gentlemen Masons flirted with the other side of their moons so much that, by order of Emperor Alexander I, all Masonic lodges in Russia were liquidated and outlawed.

Tyrkova-Williams in her book “The Life of Pushkin” (Volume I, p. 258) writes: “The Chisinau Freemasons acted quite openly. Initiating the Bulgarian Archimandrite Ephraim as a brother, he was led blindfolded through the courtyard to the basement. The Ovid box was placed in Katsak's house, on the main square, always full of people. The Bulgarians saw that their archimandrite, tied up, was being led somewhere, and rushed to save him from the “devil’s judgment.” We barely managed to calm them down. With such frankness, it was hardly possible to hide the Ovid Masonic lodge from the attention of the authorities in small Chisinau. Inzov, like most Martinists, was himself a Freemason, so he did not want to betray his “brothers-masons”.

Tell me, where should Pushkin go? At 20 years old, sitting alone at home with books? A young man, a poet, a southern man (sorry, ladies) finds himself in a southern outback, where he can speak Russian and French with a narrow circle of people. All of them are Freemasons and members of secret societies, including the Archimandrite. And he best expressed his problems in the same year, 1821:

It will always be like this and always has been,
Such a white light since ancient times:
There are many scientists, few smart ones,
There are tons of acquaintances, but no friend.

Although it was at that moment that Pushkin had the opportunity to meet many of his future “friends of Pushkin.” First of all, of course, with Raevsky, Pestel, Sergei Volkonsky... including... the English atheist Hutchinson. He is drawn into correspondence with the Freemasons Ryleev and Bestuzhev.

Sent to the south to recover from the political freethinking instilled in him at the Lyceum, Pushkin, on the contrary, thanks to the efforts of the Freemasons and Decembrists, turns out to be captured by political and religious freethinking even more than in St. Petersburg. But he... is growing! He is growing up and, fortunately, is not blind or deaf. Despite his youth, much earlier than the Masons and Decembrists, he understands that he has and cannot have anything in common with these people.

The same Tyrkova-Williams writes: “...Even in Odessa, he half-jokingly called Alexander Raevsky to matins, “to hear the voice of the Russian people in response to the priest’s Christening.”

Soon after joining the Masonic fraternity, he (by his own admission) begins to study the Bible, the Koran, and in one of his letters he calls the reasoning of an Englishman-atheist “vulgar chatter.” That is, the Freemasons made him not only become more deeply interested in religious foundations, but also completely disillusioned with radical political ideas.

Having met with the most outstanding member of the Union of Welfare - Illuminati Pestel, about whose outstanding mind all the Decembrists buzzed Pushkin's ears, Pushkin saw in him only a cruel, blind fanatic. According to Liprandi: “When Pushkin saw Pestel for the first time, when talking about him, he said that he did not like him, and, despite his intelligence, which he sought to express philosophical tendencies, he could never get close to him. Pushkin reacted negatively to Pestel, finding that Pestel’s authority bordered on cruelty.”

But Pushkin’s more frank remarks about Pestel are also widely known, when he says that this is absolutely immoral a man, a scoundrel and a scoundrel, the likes of which the world has never seen. The worst thing is that Pushkin’s catchphrases are picked up, and the Bestuzhev brothers begin to repeat his assessment of Pestel. He becomes dangerous...for his “friends”.

And what magnificent “friend” Pushkin found in the most prominent figure of the Masonic conspiracy in the north, the “poet” Ryleev... none of the “Pushkinists” will honestly tell. Although everyone already knows that Pushkin called Ryleev’s political poems “Duma” rubbish and jokingly said that their name comes from the German word dumm (fool). According to Pletnev, Pushkin angrily and by no means “friendly” mocked Ryleev’s political radicalism. He writes to Zhukovsky about Ryleev’s “Thoughts”: “The goal of poetry is poetry, as Delvig says (if he hasn’t stolen it). They target Ryleev’s thoughts, and it’s all wrong.”

But this does not mean that Pushkin slandered behind his back, but actually admired other people’s poetic gifts to his face. For some reason, the Freemasons and conspirators decided that they could give Pushkin links, manipulate him on the “rights of friendship,” and order anniversary poems like in a restaurant. In Mikhailovsky exile, where Pushkin was once again thundered for “unreliability”, including thanks to his sharp tongue, I believe, not without the hassle of his new “party comrades”, he was sent orders for poetic creations for the party press. Implementing, so to speak, the principles of partisanship in literature.

The Decembrists Ryleev and Volkonsky, in their guidelines, remind him that Mikhailovskoye is located “near Pskov: the last outbreaks of Russian freedom are stifled there - a real land of inspiration.” Like, will Pushkin “leave this land without a poem” (Ryleev), and Volkonsky expresses the hope that “the proximity of memories of Veliky Novgorod and the veche bell will be the subject of religious studies for you.” I almost wrote “political”.

And just as the first thing I do, finding myself in the shit once again, is to start cutting the throats of the prisoners, so Ryleev receives from Mikhailov’s prisoner a critical response from a “fellow writer”: “What can I tell you about “Dumas”?, in all of them there are living poems , the final stanzas of “Peter in Ostrogozhsk” are extremely original. But in general they are all weak in invention and presentation. They all have the same cut: they are made up of commonplaces: a description of the place, the speech of the hero and moral teaching. There is nothing national or Russian about them, except for names."

Yeah, let's note that o national And real Russian, just like in my tragic case, Ryleyev writes the most blackly... his “friend”. Well, in general, you understood my black-faced hint. So just think... what kind of Fatherland do we have? No matter how many local boors branded it a “prison of nations”, but every time to express originally Russian, and most importantly, national, for some reason she chooses the most ethnically unattractive individual. Epsel pugsel.

It’s terribly awkward right in front of the Jews. They have no choice but to prove, foaming at the mouth, that Alexander Sergeevich and I are “latent Jews.” Yes, yes, we dreamed all our lives, “despicable Jew, damned Solomon,” sorry, “venerable Jew, damned Solomon.”

Back in 1822, in Chisinau, Pushkin wrote the wonderful “Historical Notes”, which should be read by everyone who is thinking about seriously studying the “science of kings” - “State and Municipal Administration”. In them he develops absolutely opposite views, refuting the political declarations of the Decembrists.

By the way, we will talk about this starting from the first module. After all, questions about the Tatar-Mongol yoke stemmed from a misunderstanding of the order of princely succession to the throne. And the prince did not have the right to directly leave his throne to any of his children before the yoke. He wrote a will, which was a spiritual testament, and not at all a document defining ownership of the estate. But all this flowed from the internal desire of the emerging state power - for unification and growth, and not at all for fragmentation.

And the Decembrists believed that it would be more convenient for them to divide all of Russia into “powers” under their jurisdiction, and replace autocracy with a constitutional monarchy. The more left-wing people were generally very close in state ideas to the current division into the fiefdoms of the CIS and the European Union in the form of “republican federations.” They screamed in exactly the same way in their leaflets: “Take as much power as you want!” Yes, you need to take so much power, how much can you bear! So as not to embarrass myself, please forgive me. And if you haven’t yet learned to “rule” your own fly, if you haven’t learned from childhood to trickle into the toilet, and not next door, then your place is near the bucket. No government will tolerate this.

And Pushkin, in his “Historical Notes,” claims that Russia won extremely that all the attempts of the aristocracy in the 18th century limit autocracy- failed. So will we still read Pushkin himself or “Pushkin’s friends” and “Pushkinists”?..

Ten years after the lonely October anniversary of the Lyceum, to which the poem “October 19” (1825) is dedicated, remembering his life in Mikhailovsky, Pushkin writes in the poem “I Visited Again” (September 26, 1835) about providence, which only protected him from mistakes here, but also helped him to be spiritually reborn:

In the margins of the poem “Platonism” not included in the first volume, Pushkin wrote: “ No, because I want to be a moral person" I think many were very surprised why I pay so much attention to moral criteria in the analysis. Yes, so that at least the little ones can learn to understand Pushkin, dear “friends of Dedyukhova.”

In the meantime, under the shadow of providence, Pushkin is trying to gather together his disheveled feelings, guessing perfectly well, thanks to whose friendly denunciations, he sits on the Mikhailovsky Gully, those closest to him ask for an answer Friends. Let's return to the poem itself.

With the line " The forest drops its crimson headdress"in the poem all his friends gather together last time, But only in this poem, written on the eve of the national tragedy of December 1825, when most of them would go to Senate Square. But now this has not happened yet, so for a moment, while we read these lines, the poet calls them to him the power of imagination.

But it is not loneliness, not the illusory nature of friendly communication on the thin ice of poetic images that gives the poem a tragic coloring, but precisely a deep knowledge of human nature, a premonition the only possible option development of further events. Pushkin knows everything, already foresees everything. And from this poem we can say for sure that the poet knew everything about his friends for a long time.

It would seem that just two months later, on December 26, 1825, this poem looks like a public subscription to the Decembrist Unions, a frank confession of adherence to their views. Even... like a blessing for a coup d'état. Well, they seem to have learned all this in Tsarskoe Selo. Who would doubt it?

This is, in essence, how this poem is viewed by “Pushkinists.” But this is exactly how it was considered by government investigators already in December 1825. Let us also consider impartially what Pushkin considered appropriate to tell us about his deeply personal tragedy.

I won’t start making nonsense that there is even the slightest hint of some kind of “happiness” in this thing. Fate, the fatalism of fate invades from the first lines dedicated to the lyceum students, in which Pushkin now remembers not Danzas and Broglio, but the late Nikolai Aleksandrovich Korsakov, a composer who died on September 26, 1820 in Florence: “ He didn’t come, our curly-haired singer...»

And the line " Alien skies restless lover" - addressed to Fedor Fedorovich Matyushkin (1799-1872), sailor; who was already on his third circumnavigation of the world at that time. He and the Russian statesman, diplomat, His Serene Highness Prince, personal friend of Bismarck, Alexander Mikhailovich Gorchakov (1798-1883), were to outlive all the friends of their youth for a long time. Perhaps precisely because these two were immediately at the lyceum “not of this world,” fitting worst of all into the framework of Tsarskoye Selo freethinking. Who knows?

It would seem that this eight-line completely negates my assumption. It directly follows from it that Fyodor Matyushkin, across the seas and oceans, constantly thinks about his friends, preserving “lyceum fun” in his “wandering fate.” That is, the sailor who is farthest removed from the Tsarskoe Selo shores is, from this point of view, much more devoted to the spirit of the “Fatherland Tsarskoe Selo” than many others. Is it so?

The doubt that arose for a moment is immediately dispelled, since Pushkin put into the mouth of the absent Matyushkin the paraphrased lines of Delvig’s well-known poem “Farewell song of the students of the Tsarskoe Selo Lyceum”:

We understand that fate, through the mouth of Delvig, prophesies “eternal separation” to people of a different type than the sailor Matyushkin and the outstanding diplomat Gorchakov, who became famous for his note to the Western powers in 1856 “Russia is not angry, it is concentrating” (“La Russie ne bouge pas; elle se recueille” ).

With the sarcasm of the living, we note that Delvig talks about to your high destiny, in which he is not going to remember many of his “lyceum comrades.” And he certainly does not strive to remember the “frivolous” prankster Pushkin.

So, in front of Senate Square, after the appearance of the dead man and the eternal wanderer, Pushkin describes three meetings...

We all strive to idealize the past, because no one can return to the past. We easily attribute virtues to the people we love, especially those with whom fate brought us together in our youth. Reading the poem, deep down everyone understands that Pushkin, just like everyone else, idealizes his friends and the time of his Tsarsko-Rural youth, attributing, out of the kindness of his soul, in gloomy forebodings, on the threshold of eternal separation, “high impulses of the soul” to rather prosaic intentions.

The mechanism of internal tragedy in the poem is introduced by the first real hero, named by the poet:

The first of these meetings, the arrival in Mikhailovskoye Pushchina, is presented as a kind of particle and replacement of the annual lyceum holiday. We need to deal with this first guest, whom the lyrical hero couldn't cover the reader with a mask of allegory and poetic anonymity. Alexander Sergeevich, faithful to the high principles of male friendship and human decency, speaks about this meeting somehow... too corny.

It seems that an old friend has come to exile with a bored poet, “ sweetened the sad day of exile" And the leaden waves of tragedy, rolling in every eight-line, do not really fit with this pastoral picture of a joyful meeting of friends. However, the reader does not feel inorganic in the line “ You turned his lyceum into a day“We fully believe that it was Pushchin’s lyceum friend who could create in Pushkin the illusion of a complete return to the old lyceum times. Not always kind, but very old and very “lyceum”.

We, reading this October poem, already know what will happen two months later on Senate Square. Pushchin, who would later write memoirs about January meeting in 1825 with Pushkin.

From the textbook interpretation of this meeting, we know that Ivan Ivanovich Pushchin (1798-1859) practically held his “friend Pushkin” by the hand from participating in the activities of the Decembrist communities, in which he himself took an active position. He supposedly came say goodbye with a friend, save Pushkin for poetry.

Like “just in case.” Like he foresaw in advance that their whole immoral adventure could fail. Therefore, as if he made a detour, stopped at Mikhailovskoye, to warn Pushkin so as not to rock the boat if someone beeps at him on his mobile from Senateskaya.

This is hard to believe, given that the meeting with Pushkin takes place at the moment of his disgrace and not on the eve of his speech, but in January, in the midst of preparations for the coup d'etat, when the conspirators can only meet with potential supporters that can bring benefit.

And so, in January 1825 first comes to Mikhailovskoye the closest Pushkin's friend, Decembrist Pushchin. Of course, he is not going at all to feel sorry for Pushkin for Russia, as the greatest poet in its history. The conspirators’ attitude towards “friend Pushkin” is very, very practical. Pushchin puts the question squarely in order to finally find out whether or not the conspirators can count on Pushkin’s participation in the conspiracy.

It’s hard not to notice that after that long-standing exile to Mikhailovskoye, where he was sent from the south, Pushkin did not write a single blasphemous line, which earlier, “...for fun minute friends of a minute's youth, so easily flew from his pen.” (Tyrkova-Williams. T. II, p. 393).

In Mikhailovsky he begins with “Imitation of the Koran” and ends with “Prophet”. The Pskov village did not leave in him any traces of a short-term political and Masonic mentality. Even such extreme Westerners as G. Fedotov are forced to admit this, who writes in the collection “New Grad”: “... Pushkin drew Christian influences that moderated his humanism not from the devastated parental home, not from the Voltairean environment surrounding him, but from the depths of that Russian people (starting with his nanny), communication with whom he longed, and the path to which he managed to pave the way back in Mikhailovskoye.”

Pushkin himself wrote to his brother from Mikhailovsky in October 1824: “In the evening I listen to fairy tales and thereby compensate for my shortcomings damned your upbringing. What a delight these fairy tales are. Each is a poem." And on the eve of the appearance of Pushchin with the “Lyceum holiday”, he writes to N. Raevsky: “My soul has expanded - I feel that I can create.”

In the midst of this rural idyll of the formation of the great Russian poet, Pushchin appears, very concerned about the impending grandiose transformations. Pushkin's fame is growing, he is a genius. This is already obvious to everyone, since in the 19th century it was not yet customary to trash what was needed “for the soul” with small-town simplicity, spiritual food.

They took creativity much more seriously and did not consume just anything. Moreover, in the 19th century there were no literary institutes and faculties; Pushkin was the first in Russia to begin to live by literary work. And literary criticism itself appeared later than him; everyone preferred to form their own opinion about what they read. Well, that’s just me... fantasizing. It is also difficult for me to imagine a time in which there was not a single “Pushkin scholar” or researcher of the life of “Pushkin’s friends.”

And on the crest of his growing literary fame, even his “friends” suddenly needed Pushkin. However, after much debate and conversation, Pushchin comes to the conclusion that Pushkin hostile to the idea of a revolutionary coup and one cannot count on him at all as a member of a secret society. I didn’t specifically look into this “friend of Pushkin,” but I think I would have instantly found vile letters and denunciations. Because human nature does not change, and I have read so many denunciations against myself that let Mr. Pushchin forgive me.

And why do I need any more evidence, if it was after this “Lyceum Day” that Pushkin “out of the blue” wrote “Henri Chenier” - about the poet killed in the Great French Revolution. And let the “Pushkinists” prove to me that it was not written in internal polemics with the conspirators who sent the person closest to him. He feels this is a disastrous path, he understands that all his “friends” will not delay at all to throw him bread into the mud in order to walk straight along it to the desired goal.

Don't consider poets fools, gentlemen. And I honestly say that I see right through everyone, and this does not add optimism to me. But... this doesn’t stop me from going out with my heart wide open again and again. And you shouldn’t assume that an open soul is a sign of stupidity or defenselessness.

Pushkin gives a clear answer to his “lyceum friend” Pushchin in January 1825. And, although the poet does not betray his “friend” the conspirator with a word, mourning his fate in advance, he does not decorate his image of the lyrical hero with anything. Despite the fact that he has an undeniable, and most importantly, hard-won moral advantage. From the warm, humane lines about his meeting with Pushchin, about whom the poet left only the brightest, we understand that in his life Alexander Sergeevich was a man of honor.

Then suddenly there is... a somewhat hypothetical meeting with Gorchakov, which is out of order and completely out of place here. Gorchakov behaved calmly and correctly with everyone, and did not impose friendship on anyone. However, he did not change his attitude towards the poet and even, as Pushkin describes it, “embraced him like a brother.” Which doesn’t fit at all with Gorchakov’s image. Here we can safely add from Bulgakov that Gorchakov, in addition... teared up.

Just like that, somewhere in the wilderness, we won’t specify where exactly, you accidentally turn behind a barn, and there – Pushkin and Gorchakov are hugging brotherly in the cold... No, I still won’t believe it.

Pushkin cites this hypothetical meeting with Gorchakov as an example to his circle of lyceum students. Firstly, Gorchakov himself, as an example of service to the Motherland and human attitude towards people. And secondly... after this meeting " casually on a country road", you understand how painful it was for Pushkin to receive such an offer of friendship and assurance of fullest understanding.

I walked along a country road in silence
And it was empty and long.
The accordions just burst out loud
And silence spread its arms...

[Restaurant wedding chanson named after. Alexandra Shatrova]

Following the mention of the third meeting, with Delvig, the poem develops the motif of the Lyceum Union - as a brotherhood of poets. For a moment, the illusion arises that being with a friend-poet awakens a sense of life in the lyrical hero.

But then Pushkin names the name of another... fellow poet, Wilhelm Kuchelbecker, whom he did not meet, and did not intend to meet. It is strange that, having listed his meetings with Pushchin, Gorchakov and Delvig, Pushkin suddenly remembers Kuchelbecker, with whom they were never close friends, and their literary sympathies and aesthetic ideas were in many ways different and even opposite. The line " My brother is dear by muse, by fate", unexpectedly dedicated to "Kuchle", "Pushkinists" regard it as "a more important motive for the spiritual kinship of poets - graduates of the Lyceum."

Most likely, Pushkin felt a sudden “kinship” with Küchelbecker in what he learned from Delvig about the involvement of the harmless and ridiculous Küchli in anti-government activities. Now he understands Küchli’s loneliness and the desire to be accepted into a friendly circle more deeply than ever.

He himself, unlike Küchli, was always in this circle his. And what, excuse me, can he feel when he finds out that his comrades did not disdain even Küchli’s ugly poems and brought him to the scaffold. He has no doubts about their attitude towards the eternal laughing stock Kuchelbecker. But he understands that his comrades betrayed him, set level with Kükhlya happily composing poems “about the latest outbreaks of Russian freedom” based on their orders.

It is quite possible that Delvig, who came to Mikhailovskoye, showed Küchli’s democratic creations, expressing his contempt for them. In general, Delvig only honored himself in Russian poetry, believing that Pushkin poorly understood... goals and objectives. He could communicate with Pushkin quite directly, not as floridly as Ryleev, “like a poet with a poet.” That Pushkin should use his talent more progressively.

I think Alexander Sergeevich could not help but feel the bitter kinship of his circumstances - with the pitiful role of Küchli with his politicized friends.

Following the stanzas dedicated to Delvig and Kuchelbecker, there is a description of a meeting at a future “celebratory feast”, as if such an “unexpected” meeting. Which, as Pushkinists write, happens “in a sudden revived", the “awakened” imagination of the poet.

It's strange that for some reason no one is around does not understand, about what “meeting” and at what “feast” Pushkin writes. How can something “come to life” be confused with the feast of death that the poet clearly speaks of? Well, what else can you say with the line “It’s time for me...”, besides your own death? Here he clearly says to everyone who reads himself, and not the “Pushkinists,” that not for long will outlive his lyceum friends. He foresees their death and his early death, and we actually read a requiem to the lyceum friendship and to those with whom he studied.

Well, what else could it be “time” for him? “Is it time for him to go to the side”? Is it “time” for him to listen to Arina Radionovna’s fairy tales or to listen to girls in Mikhailovskoye? Right now he’ll add a couple more stanzas - immediately “it’s time.”

Or maybe he, too, is like “it’s time” to go to Senate Square? Like, they’ll just strangle the Tsar, it’ll take half an hour to get there, and they’ll take him to a restaurant and call the gypsies. Like, it’s high time.

... Sometimes I don’t even know what to grab onto, so much have these Decembrists, who “awakened Herzen,” ruined everything in Russian literature. After all, they forgot how to understand the Russian language, pugsel. I have no words. We don’t understand Pushkin, that’s why all sorts of rickety freaks are jumping around in the morning, yelling about “war in cyberspace”, like someone “hacked” the server of the Federal Archive, because they installed a “Beria note” for the Poles there.

And here you sit, as if in exile, wondering whether you will be able to break through to your decently “hacked” sites, so that you can at least explain Alexander Sergeevich’s simple poem. Some kind of madhouse. But this madhouse began precisely with the licking of “Pushkin’s friends,” we note. And the vigorous growth of “Pushkinists” in the form of mold on a glass slide. It ended with a violent exit from the places of settlement of the world’s best lickers, liberal democrats and hereditary “Pushkinists.”

I can't fucking write a fairy tale anymore. But on all channels it’s the same thing, in all the windows they are shaking the same information about the “atrocities of Stalinism”. The story about Gorchakov’s note is already perceived as a fairy tale, since again Russia cannot be included either in the OSCE or in the WTO... and there is still “too much” left that has not been privatized. They will hardly have time to rewrite the whole history and complete the privatization before the holidays.

Does anyone seriously think that in his “awakened” imagination Pushkin is really delighted with such “wonderful unions”? Have you ever shuddered at such direct quotation? Is it really that much nothing feel the bitterness creeping in?

Pushkin says that, no matter what, people still alive will remain in his memory as young, happy and carefree as they once were. And in his “awakened” imagination, they will not be touched by the unworthy worries to which they indulged.

One has only to listen, and everyone will understand... the suffering of man, deceived in the brightest friendly feelings. Has no one present ever been deceived as a friend? Maybe there are some lucky ones among us who have never felt betrayed? So isn’t it worthwhile, at least on the basis of personal experience, to think: are literary critics and Pushkin scholars really perceiving this poem correctly? Yeah, is it worth feeding this?

I think this is not just a collective dedication to friends who were busy preparing a coup d’etat and forgot about the poet, leaving him to create another small masterpiece for their glory. This is not only a farewell to illusions, but an anthem fidelity old ideals, vassal loyalty. Pushkin realizes that he was left alone, but he remained a man of honor.

Realizing everything to the end, anticipating half a century ahead, Pushkin persuades himself to remain faithful to the lyceum friendship, for his own sake. It is unlikely that he does not realize that people have not been interested in him for a long time as a person, as a poet. They forgot about him for the sake of ambitious plans to overthrow the monarchy. They are no longer the same, they have long changed their attitude towards him and towards life, they have not been interested in him for a long time, how friend. They now have other friends - conspirators, comrades-in-arms, secret societies, dictators...

But he loves those, others, forever left in the past. Perhaps even then they were not as ideal as he imagined them to be. It’s not for nothing that only in relation to the invariably polite and correct Gorchakov the poem contains a line about “ immutability of the soul».

The reader needs to understand the essence of this January meeting in order to understand the very mechanism of internal tragedy, which brings us to the last lines of the poem.

Unhappy friend It turned out to be the same Gorchakov, who would outlive all his fellow graduates and pass away at the age of 84, truly suffering as a human being, that the people he encountered in life - “who are no longer there, and those are far away.”

According to the “Pushkinists,” these lines are imbued with “simple human happiness.” Like I remembered my friends, my soul felt warm. Let us note that if there is happiness here, it is only in the form of contentment in the simplest organism at the level of “dry, warm, there is something to eat.” It’s worth checking your feelings at least now. At least to understand how much “happiness” there is in living one day “without grief and worries.”

So is the poet writing about happiness here, having squandered the treasures of his soul on an attempt to keep his “friends” not only from personal ruin, but also from an attempted coup? He says that exactly the same “happiness” as his now awaits the last “unfortunate friend” who will outlive everyone. He will fully experience the “happiness” that befell Pushkin on October 19, 1825.

By the way, many have probably already attended similar alumni meetings. And they saw that the least developed people felt at ease there. That is why Pushkin’s loneliness is special, this is the same “woe from the mind” that cannot be dispelled even by a crowd of “friends” remembering the “fun of his rebellious youth.” And of course, meetings with friends who decided that Pushkin... was a simpleton, like Kuchelbecker, add a special bitterness. Even his close people did not appreciate the scale of his personality. And does anyone think that this doesn’t hurt? Or does someone think that everything written is not worth the effort?

By the way, I constantly come across such ideas. Here they have a salary, needs, life and family. But I don’t need anything, I’m “just on the Internet”, where there’s a lot of “the same” besides me. And so much has been written, much higher and better! The day will come when this source will dry up, but will there be another... the question is not the right one. But there is no doubt that no one others there will be no sources, since mine appeared only because previous generations had paid in full for all the previous sources, feeding Pushkinists as much as possible.

I think no one will be left without writing, they will write something else. And they will write lists of the most “influential intellectuals.” They won't be shy. And for some reason I didn’t see Pushkin on any list of “intellectuals”. True, I have encountered anti-Semites on the lists, I won’t hide them.

But not everyone understood the intellectual and, most importantly, moral superiority of the poet over his contemporaries. However, it is known that Emperor Nicholas I was the first to call Pushkin “the smartest man in Russia.” “When Pushkin was 18 years old, he thought like a 30-year-old man,” Zhukovsky said about the poet. And in the words of the wise poet Tyutchev, Pushkin: “ ...there was a living organ of the gods».

Baratynsky called Pushkin a Prophet. But only when sorting out his papers after Pushkin’s death did Baratynsky fully appreciate the scale of his personality, realizing that Pushkin was not only an outstanding poet, but also an outstanding thinker of his era. “You can imagine,” Baratynsky wrote to one of his friends, “what amazes me most in all these letters. An abundance of thoughts. Pushkin - thinker. Could you have expected..."

Of course, when preparing the article, I had to read many literary analyzes of this poem. But not one responded to the feeling of bitterness that I personally heard behind the lines about high ideals friendship.

And the first one is complete, friends, complete!
And all the way to the bottom in honor of our union!
Bless, jubilant muse,
Bless: long live the Lyceum!
To the mentors who guarded our youth,

Remembering no evil, we will reward for the good.

People may object to me, but I am finally convinced by further lines in which Pushkin asks his friends who are going to judge, punish and give up for execution to forgive Alexander I for the fact that... he is a tsar. After all, he, unlike them, had already taken Paris and founded the Lyceum. At least for this.

To the mentors who guarded our youth,
To all honor, both dead and alive,
Raising a grateful cup to my lips,
Without remembering evil, we will reward goodness.

No one began to drink for the Tsar; this was clearly not in the spirit of the “Lyceum Republic”. He drank to it himself. But history has left room for a direct explanation of the Poet and the Tsar. And here I can say that this was a conversation between two people of honor.

History is a parallel thing. It can simultaneously contain heartfelt stories from lyceum friends about how they saved “our everything” for Russia... and interrogation reports where friends throw mud at friends. No, Nicholas I, as a man of honor, did not show the contents of what former lyceum students said about “wonderful alliances” during interrogation. But since he asked Pushkin a direct question, it means there were serious reasons.

And Pushkin, as a man of honor, replied that if he were in St. Petersburg, he would also go to Senate Square, since all his friends were there. This is what made Pushkin similar to Kuchelbecker, who was thrust into the common pack of conspirators only because he remained true to the principles of honor in relation to those whom he considered his friends.

Stories with people of honor are very different, but for some reason, in some circumstances, these strange people behave like siblings. Nicholas I, as a man of honor, understood this and sadly let the poet leave him. As a man of honor, he paid off all the debts of Pushkin, who died, naturally, as a “slave of honor.”

But ten years before his death in a duel, Pushkin would once again return to his friends, whom he had refused on the eve of the events on Senate Square; he did not betray in response to a direct question from the autocrat in a confidential conversation. He has nothing more to help them, but he calls upon them much more powerful effective support. This poem “October 19” (1827) is called “God help you!”

God help you, my friends,
In the worries of life, royal service,
And at feasts of riotous friendship,
And in the sweet sacraments of love!

God help you, my friends,
And in storms and in everyday grief,
In a foreign land, in a deserted sea
And in the dark abysses of the earth!

Youth is characterized by the fact that, as a rule, one does not choose friends in youth; fate brings them together, which then mercifully separates them in different directions. In adulthood, it is difficult for us to choose a friend, since there is no longer such omnivorousness in friendship, and in life the interests of age no longer prevail. Therefore... God help you when choosing friends. Fortunately, you can always select and find them.

The main thing is not to make mistakes in alliances. So what kind of “union” did Pushkin praise, offering himself as an ally and friend? Abandoned and forgotten by everyone. With an unfulfilled life, which would have been completely over, had his “friends” managed to come to power. I haven’t yet said a word about the envy that accompanies every step of people like him. Moreover, the first to envy will be... as if “friends”. Of course, he is talking about an alliance... with Russian literature, which alone will not betray or betray. Even when betrayed.

Preview:

Subject. "My friends! Our union is wonderful"

Purpose of the event:deepening and expanding students’ knowledge about the youthful years of the great poet, about the system of upbringing and education of his associates and friends.

SLIDE 1.

(. Table covered with a tablecloth. Portrait of A. S. Pushkin, books. The teacher enters, reading the lines

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off

The last leaves from their naked branches;

The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing,

The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,

Lights up candles, in a candlestick.)

Teacher's opening speech

Our performance is the story of one class. Class as a class – 30 people; boys are like boys who studied together from 12 to 18 years old. A play about friends, about classmates...

Mazurka sounds

Of course, each era has its own unique voice and style, but who cares, in the end, what century your classmates were young in! One hundred, two hundred years ago! Did they have electric lights or candles burning in their classroom... Did they cross their country by train, plane or carriage, on post horses... Did they wear jeans or camisoles and cocked hats... Wouldn't we, contemporaries of space rockets and computers, find, What should I ask those guys? What about us? Didn't they dream about the future, just like us? Haven't you looked into the past, trying to find your roots?

Rushing into the past, it’s as if we are connecting today and their distant past with a long chain - we are connecting with an invisible chain, and current immediately runs through this chain, and the huge historical space has never happened, and we are already in the company of those guys, and they are with us...

We invite you to travel with us... to Tsarskoe Selo in the first decades of the 19th century. To the class of the first intake at the Lyceum. Later, descendants will call the guys differently: “People of October 19”, “Pushkin Issue”. And not without reason: after all, it was here that the great Russian poet A.S. Pushkin studied.

Quiet music is playing.

1 student:

We have become accustomed to honoring you since childhood.
And your noble image is dear to us.
You fell silent early, but in people's memory
You will not die, beloved poet!

2nd student:

Immortal is the one whose muse continues to the end
Has not betrayed goodness and beauty,
Who knew how to excite people's hearts
And awaken in them the desire for the ideal.

3rd student:

Who is pure in heart amidst human vulgarity,
Among the lies, who remained true to the truth
And who jealously guarded his torch,
When gloomy darkness descended on the world.

4 student:

And that lamp still burns for us,
Who is your genius who illuminates our paths;
So thatin spirit we did not fall amidst adversity,
He speaks about beauty and truth.

5th student:

Dedicate all your best impulses
To the Fatherland you call us to the grave;
In a corrupt age, an age of crude lies and force
You call to serve goodness and truth.

6th student:

That's why, beloved poet,
Your noble image is so dear to us,
That's why the indelible mark
Left in the people's memory by you!

PUSHKIN: I was instructed to speak on behalf of A.S. Pushkin in this performance. It is an honor. And great responsibility. However, my fellow performers who came out with me share my responsibility, for they will speak on behalf of Ivan Pushchin, Wilhelm Kuchelbecker and others. So here we go

Hello tribe

Young, unfamiliar! Not me

I will see your mighty late age,

When you outgrow my friends

And you will cover their old head

From the eyes of a passerby. But let my grandson

Hears your welcoming noise when

From a friendly conversation

Coming back

Full of cheerful and pleasant thoughts,

He will pass by you in the darkness of the night

And he will remember me

Scene No. 1

A room in the Pushkin house.

Pushkin wakes up. Jumps up with a roar. He bites his nails. Dresses quickly. Running. On the way he loses his handkerchief.

MOTHER (watches all this): Oh my God. Heavy, clumsy. He always loses scarves. We need to tie his hands with a belt.

(Tries to do this. Pushkin breaks free. Looks wild at everyone.)

Who is this? There is no courtesy in it.

(At this moment Pushkin, sitting down attable , accidentally hits a glass. His mother slaps him on the cheek.)

FATHER : This glass is worth money! 15 kopecks! Everything always falls out of your hands!

Mother and father bend over the fragments. Pushkin laughs.

MOTHER: Why are you laughing? Why are you baring your teeth?

FATHER: Sashka, get out

Pushkin leaves with dignity.

MOTHER: Look, what a proud man! He lifted his head! His honor was insulted.

Pushkin passes.

Arina secretly slips him a gingerbread. She presses him to her chest. Goes with him. Then he lags behind.

PUSHKIN (He goes to the bookshelves. He takes out a thick one, starts reading, then hides this book.)

ARINA (sees this):

Don’t take books from there, Sasha. It's secretcloset ! Father will be unhappy.

PUSHKIN: Secret week closet has been read. A lot of interesting. It's about love! And this is about honor and dignity.

FATHER : He carries books around with me. Reads illegal things. It is necessary to cultivate elegant taste in him - this forms a person.

SOME OF THE GUESTS: Why didn't you send him to the University boarding school?

FATHER : Sashka has grown up. All his peers have been identified. He wanders around alone as an undergrowth. Well, God bless him, with this boarding house. He prefers... St. Petersburg.

VASILY LVOVICH: Near St. Petersburg... To Tsarskoe Selo... To the Lyceum... I’ll take him there myself. This is a completely new educational institution... This has never happened in Russia before...

Scene No. 2

(Waltz 11) (Couples in custody line up in a stream through which the ladies pass.

– Something new... did you hear?
- Yes! They called it a lyceum.
– What does this Lyceum mean?
– We need to find out quickly!
– Aristotle taught so.
– He lived in Athens then.
- And, walking along the alleys,
– He thought about the Lyceum.
- And in the Russian way - Lyceum.
“And there are plenty of alleys here.”
“They say they won’t beat me.”
- How can you teach without this?
- You are a savage! Shame on you?! I feel bad for Russia!
– Training – 6 years.
“That’s what their teachers’ council decided.”
– Someone else told me – there’s a separate dormitory for everyone.
- We decided correctly. Wonderful. It's comfortable to be alone.

Reading an essay about the lyceum (N. P. Fomichova)

Reader: In this temple of sciences they will educate honest citizens. The words and actions of a statesman should serve as an example for others. Acquire titles and honors only through honest means; the opposite is worthy of contempt.
The lyceum educated students inspirit love for the Fatherland, for Russia.

Reader: All the lyceum students who graduated from Pushkin considered themselves and subsequently showed themselves to be truly Russian.

Reader: The whole world is foreign to us. Our Fatherland is Tsarskoye Selo.

(Several boys of 10-12 years old run onto the stage in a cheerful crowd. Their hair is tousled, they are mischievous, laughing.

Leading: Let me introduce the lyceum students

A.S. Pushkin

Pushkin: (bowing jokingly)Sometimes they called me the Frenchman because I spoke French easily and freely... And sometimes - Egoza!

Leading: Vladimir Dmitrievich Volkhovsky

Pushkin: He's Suvorochka! The daughter of the famous commander is like two peas in a pod.

Teacher: Everyone in their class had a nickname, and the boys were not offended by them. Short and frail in appearance, Vladimir Volkhovsky had an iron character and an unbending will. Volkhovsky decided to become a military man while still at the Lyceum and prepared himself in every possible way for future hardships. In order to have more time, he slept little. While training his will, he refused meat, cake, and tea for weeks, which often caused the lyceum students to smile. Being the weakest, he did a lot of gymnastics.
When I studied lessons, I carried two heavy dictionaries on my shoulders. The guys laughed at him, sometimes in verse:
Suvorov is ours
Hooray! March, march
Screams astride a chair.
Vladimir Volkhovsky was the first student. Graduated from the Lyceum with a gold medal. Became a member of the secret society of Decembrists.

Leading: Ivan Vasilievich Malinovsky!

Pushkin: For his valor and pugnacity he was nicknamed the Cossack!

Teacher: The son of the director of the Lyceum... Actually, he was kind-hearted and not at all ambitious. Ivan knew many proverbs and sayings, for which one of the guards called him Sancho Panza. He made a military career, becoming a guard colonel at the age of 27. But he refused the general's position and never regretted it, but became a landowner and leader of the nobility.

Leading: Mikhail Lukyanovich Yakovlev!

Pushkin: From the very first days he discovered the ability to imitate and made hilarious faces. Paya With!

Leading: Sergei Grigorievich Lomonosov!

Pushkin: Cunning and sneaky. Mole.

Leading: Alexander Mikhailovich Gorchakov!

Pushkin: Dandy

Teacher: The prince is a smart, cheerful, noble and extremely ambitious young man. He was so ambitious that it often drove his comrades away from him. What did this young man do to outshine Volkhovsky and take first place. Gradually, his tenacity and perseverance won respect among the lyceum students; they saw that “Frant” studied from morning to evening in order to be the first student. Upon graduating from the Lyceum, he received a small gold medal. Alexander Gorchakov has had a brilliant career. He became a diplomat and then Russian Foreign Minister.

Leading: - Sergey Dmitrievich Komovsky

Pushkin: For harassment and sneaking Fox!

Leading: - Modest Andreevich Korf!

Pushkin: Modinka! And also for his commitment to church singing - Sexton Mordan!

Leading: - Ivan Ivanovich Pushchin!

Pushkin: For tall height - Ivan the Great or Big Zhano!

Teacher: Pushkin's closest friend. Because of his height, he was called by his classmates Ivan the Great or Big Zhano. He had good talents. Pleasant in communication. Polite and sincere, but with decent legibility and caution.
Subsequently he participated in the Decembrist uprising on Senate Square. Convicted. Sentenced to 31 years in prison and exile.

Leading: - Anton Antonovich Delvig!

Pushkin: Tosya!

Teacher: Close friend of Pushkin. He didn't like noisy games or fussing. Perhaps everyone, both friends and enemies, noted one remarkable quality of Delvig - his phenomenal laziness. One day during a lecture (at a Latin lesson), Anton, having not learned his lesson as usual, hid under the pulpit and there... fell asleep. This is how a poem about him appeared:
Give me your hand, Delvig! Why are you sleeping?
Wake up, sleepy sloth!
You are not sitting under the pulpit,
Put to sleep by Latin.
But his closest friends knew that Delvig was pretending more. This “lazy” and far from the best student later became an excellent poet, one of the leading publishers

Leading: - Konstantin Karlovich Danzas!

Pushkin: Kabud! He's a Bear!

Leading: - Wilhelm Karlovich Kuchelbecker!

Pushkin: Kyukhlya...

Teacher: One of Pushkin's best friends. Whatever the lyceum students called poor Wilhelm: “Küchlya”, “Vilya”, “Beckerküchel”, “Chicken Pies”. His appearance was especially often ridiculed: a long, skinny, awkward figure. And, of course, his passion for writing poetry. His comrades did not understand his peculiar literary views and tastes. By the end of their studies, lyceum students began to respect Kuchelbecker, since he repeatedly published his poems and articles in magazines, and everyone could envy his education and knowledge. At the same time, his friends did not stop making fun of him. Before graduating from the Lyceum, “Kyukhlya” almost drowned. In the dining room at lunch, one of his comrades offended him so much that he jumped out from the table in complete unconsciousness, ran out into the park and threw himself into the pond near the Alexander Palace. The pond was shallow, and “Kyukhlya” was immediately pulled out, and the offender turned out to be Ivan Malinovsky.

Reader:

There are 30 of them. Here's the class.
Bakunin, Broglio, Volkhovsky,
Savrasov, Delvig, Corf, Danzas,
Tyrkov, Kornilov, Malinovsky.
Here are Kyukhlya, Maslov, Esakov,
Komovsky, Guryev. Illichevsky,
Kostensky, Steven, Gorchakov,
Martynov, Myasoedov, Rzhevsky.
Here are Grevenets and Lomonosov,
Here are Yakovlev and Korsakov
But where else is someone going?
Answer the trumpet call!
Of course, we will not forget them:
Matyushkin, Pushchin, Pushkin, Yudin.

(Lyceum students join hands)

SLIDE 3.

Little Pushkin:My friends, our union is wonderful!

He, like the soul, is inseparable and eternal -

Little Delvig:Unshakable, free and carefree,

He grew together under the shadow of friendly muses.

Little Kuchelbecker:Wherever fate throws us,

And happiness wherever it leads,

Little Ivan Pushchin:We are still the same: the whole world is foreign to us,

Our Fatherland is Tsarskoye Selo.

(They remain on stage. When the lights go out they leave. Voice-over.)

SLIDE 5.

Leading

On October 19, 1811, in Tsarskoe Selo, thirty boys sat down at their desks and became classmates. They were called “First year of the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum.” A class is like a class, boys are like boys - pranksters, arguers, quitters, from whom later poets and ministers, officers and “state criminals” will emerge. In childhood and youth, they read stories and legends about Greek and Roman heroes, and during their lifetime or soon after death they themselves became a legend, a legend...

SLIDE

Leading

In almost six years, 29 young men will receive a certificate. Once upon a time, for many years, graduates of this, perhaps the most prestigious educational institution in Russia of those years, gathered on this day to remember the years of their apprenticeship, the years of brotherhood that was born within its walls and which the lyceum students kept all their lives. Of course, one of them achieved truly all-Russian fame - Pushkin. If it weren’t for this lively, curly-haired boy, whom his parents brought to the Lyceum in 1811, we most likely would not have remembered the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum at all.

Alexander Pushkin was born on June 6, 1799 in Moscow. But the birthday of the great poet can also be called October 19, because the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum was opened on October 19, 1811, and this is the day of the spiritual birth of the poet’s personality.

Do you remember: when the Lyceum appeared,

How the king opened the palace of Tsaritsyn for us,

And we came. And Kunitsyn met us

Greetings among the royal guests...

Pushkin spent 6 years at the Lyceum. It was a special educational institution for boys from noble noble families. The spirit of freethinking reigned in the Lyceum Republic.

But at the same time, great importance was attached to teaching.

Reader: Yes! The lyceum regime is strict - everyone is called to class

Video: chemistry lesson

Leading

Classes at the Lyceum began on August 1 and lasted until July 1, but the lyceum students also had to spend July, the only month of vacation, in Tsarskoe Selo. Thus, for all 6 years of study, the students were separated from home and relatives, forming a single lyceum family.

SLIDE 14.

Leading

Throughout the entire training, a single daily routine was in effect: At six o’clock, the lyceum students got up and prayed. From seven to nine o'clock training sessions took place. Then the boys were served tea, they walked and went to classes at ten o'clock. At noon we went for a walk, then had lunch, and from 2 to 5 p.m. we studied. In the evening, two hours were allotted for repeating lessons, then they had dinner, rested, and at 10 p.m. they prayed and went to bed.

Presenter 1: At the Lyceum, the boys had many “firsts”: first poetry, first love, first disappointment. They have been writing, talking, bragging and dreaming about love for a long time.
Presenter 2:
First love...She came to the lyceum student in the image of the graceful, irresistible Katenka Bakunina, maid of honor of the Empress. She was slender, graceful, with lively dark eyes and regular facial features. She loved and knew how to dance, and it was not for nothing that she was often elected queen of the ball. Her lovely face, wondrous figure and charming manner created a general delight among all the Lyceum youth.
Presenter 1:
The lyceum student in love hid his pure, platonic love from his comrades and, only when left alone “in the lyceum cell”, gave vent to his feelings on the pages of his diary.
Oh, honey, you are with me everywhere!
But I'm sad and secretly I'm sad!
Pushkin gave Katya Bakunina his poetic inspiration, all the fervor of his heart. For her, 22 poems are a kind of encyclopedia of young love.
Ball scene. Ekaterina Bakunina and Alexander Pushkin.
Enters, waltzing,Katenka Bakunina:
Oh, how I love balls! Wonderful music, wonderful dancing! Attention to me gentlemen! I especially like the balls at the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. I came here with my mother many times: my brother Alexander Bakunin studied here.
I know well that many lyceum students were not indifferent to me, wrote me notes declaring their love, and made appointments.
Pushkin: Katya, do you know how I feel about you?
Katenka Bakunina: How?
Pushkin: I'm happy when I see you! No, yesterday I was not happy, in the morning I was tormented by anticipation. Standing at the window, I looked at the snow-covered road, it was not visible. Finally, I lost patience. Suddenly I meet you on the stairs. Sweet moment!
So I was happy
So I enjoyed it
I reveled in the quiet joy and peace.
And where is the fun quick day?
Has flown away with the wind of dreams,
The charm of pleasure has faded
And around me again
A shadow of gloomy boredom!
Bakunina:
Did you dedicate these poems to me?
Pushkin (avoiding answering):
I asked the painter to paint your portrait, your beauty!
Bakunina:
Are you talking about the poem “To the Painter”?
Pushkin:
Yes. Now it has become a romance - Nikolai Korsakov set it to music.
Bakunina: sings the romance “To the Painter.”
The child harits and inspires,
In a fit of fiery soul,
A careless brush of pleasure
Write to me a friend of your heart;
The beauty of lovely innocence,
Hope's sweet features,
A smile of heavenly joy
And the gaze of beauty itself.
Around the thin Hebean camp
Tie a Venus belt,
Hidden by Alban's charm
Surround my queen.
Transparent waves of the blanket
Throw it on your trembling chest,
So that she can breathe under him too.
I wanted to secretly relax.
Imagine the dream of bashful love,
And the one that I breathe,
By the lover's hand happy
I'll sign your name below.
Bakunina:
These poems and music, in my opinion, express not only your feelings. They are beautiful! Shall we dance? (Addresses Pushkin)
Pushkin:
With pleasure!

Dancing passes

Delvig: May 1815. The newspaper "St. Petersburg Vedomosti" invites the public and parents to the final exams of the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. There are 17 days ahead. 15 exams.

There was a ceremonial exam at the Lyceum, which was attended by guests and relatives. An old, respected poet, Gabriel Romanovich Derzhavin, also came from St. Petersburg. Tired, in a uniform and warm boots, he sat at the examination table, absentmindedly listening to the boys who went out into the middle of the hall and read poetry. But suddenly Derzhavin perked up; he heard Pushkin reading his poem “Memoirs in Tsarskoe Selo.”

SLIDE 22.

Delvig: These were not just rhymed lines, this was poetry. The venerable poet Alexander, who immediately ran away, hugged him touchingly. Years later, Pushkin would write about this meeting:

Pushkin: “When we found out that Derzhavin would be visiting us, we all became excited... Our exam tired him out very much... He dozed off until the exam in Russian literature began. Here he perked up, his eyes sparkled; he was completely transformed…

Watching an excerpt from the film “Pushkin’s Youth”

A very old Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin appears.

G.R.DERZHAVIN:

Old man Derzhavin noticed everything.
I didn’t hide my delight then.
After all, the miracle in Pushkin was noted
And, going into the grave, he blessed.

I want to hear everything again.
Come on, honey, stand closer.
Pass the phone quickly, (hearing aid)
And Sasha is a stronger mouthpiece.

Pushkin: I don’t remember how I finished my reading; I don’t remember where I ran away to. Derzhavin was delighted; he demanded me, wanted to hug me... They looked for me, but they didn’t find me..."

Reader : In the spring of the same 1815, “Memoirs in Tsarskoe Selo” was published in the magazine “Russian Museum” with the note: “For the delivery of this gift we sincerely thank the relatives of the young poet, whose talent promises so much. Publisher "Museum".

Reader: The years of study at the Lyceum were forever preserved in Pushkin’s soul. At the Lyceum he found friends who loved and appreciated his talent. This is Ivan Pushchin,(the characters and A. Pushkin himself appear on stage in turn)Wilhelm Kuchelbecker, Anton Delvig, Fyodor Matyushkin, Alexander Gorchakov.

1st reader: Everything gave rise to disputes between us

2nd reader: And it led me to think:

3rd reader: Tribes of past treaties,

4th reader: The fruits of science, good and evil,

5th reader: And age-old prejudices,

6th reader: And the secrets of the coffin are fatal.

The lyceum became a second home and a real family. And there was no longer a single poet in Rus' for whom friendship played such a role. His friends were smart, cheerful, interesting guys who later became famous people in Russia: Matyushkin - a navigator, Yakovlev - a composer, Gorchakov - a diplomat. Studying at the Lyceum continued for six years, and the friendship remained for life.

Before release

LYCEUM STUDENTS:

– In the summer of 1816 we were told the news.

- Count Razumovsky, with the permission of the Tsar, ordered to speed up our release by four months.

– What made the authorities hurry up with the release?

- Don't know.

– We graduated from the Lyceum three months earlier than expected. The walls no longer held us back.

Reader: “Farewell Song” was written by Anton Delvig. Excellently written. Tepper's music was good too. The king did not listen to the singing. He left. They didn't sing for him. They sang as if they swore eternal friendship. They swore to preserve the best that the Lyceum gave.

Six years flew by like a dream,

In the arms of sweet silence,

And the calling of the fatherland

It thunders to us: march, sons!

Stop each other
You look with a farewell tear!
Keep, oh friends, keep
That friendship with the same soul.

Farewell, brothers! Hand in hand!
Let's hug one last time!
Fate for eternal separation,
Perhaps she has made us related!

Farewell, brothers, hand in hand!
Let's hug one last time.
Fate for eternal separation,
Perhaps this is where we are related!

Presenter 1: Then the director put cast iron rings on their fingers - a symbol of strong friendship. And the farewell oath ended with these words: “And the last lyceum student alone will celebrate October 19.” Yes, they took an oath that every year on October 19 they will celebrate Lyceum Day.
Pushkin: And I undertake to write poems dedicated to the “Lyceum brotherhood” for each anniversary of the Lyceum - October 19th.
Presenter 2: They had a whole life ahead of them, but none of them forgot the Lyceum and their friends. They kept that vow

Student 1 : In 1817, the first anniversary was celebrated after graduation from the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. There are already 28 lyceum students (one of the boys, Rzhevsky, died of nervous fever)

Regardless of where the fate of these boys took them, they tried to meet on October 19th. In 1818, 14 people gathered. We remembered the good old days and sang lyceum songs.

In 1825, Pushkin could not attend this holiday: he was in exile in Mikhailovsky. On this day he wrote to his comrades the lines:

It's time for me... feast, oh friends!

I anticipate a pleasant meeting;

Remember the poet's prediction:

A year will fly by, and I will be with you again...

But in a year, Alexander Sergeevich will not see everyone. After the uprising on Senate Square in 1825, in which two lyceum students took part: Ivan Pushchin and Wilhelm Kuchelbecker - “Zhano” and “Kuchlya”. They were among the Decembrists. Soon “Kyukhlya” was captured and taken to the Peter and Paul Fortress. Pushchin’s friends tried to persuade him to hide abroad, but “Zhano” refused, he did not want to flee.

Student 2 : The poem “October 19, 1827” was composed for the anniversary of the founding of the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum and in the author’s reading at a meeting of lyceum students it was perceived as a spontaneous improvisation. E. A. Engelhardt: “Pushkin made an impromptu speech at a lyceum meeting that was so sweet that I kept it in my prosaic memory:

God help you, my friends,

In the worries of life, royal service

And at feasts of riotous friendship,

And in the sweet sacraments of love!

God help you, my friends,

And in storms and in everyday grief,

In a foreign land, in a deserted sea,

And in the dark abysses of the earth!

Student 3 : Time flies. On the 15th anniversary, six were no longer alive. Among them, the most terrible loss for Pushkin was Anton Delvig. On the 25th anniversary of the Lyceum, Pushkin read his poems about Delvig:

And it seems that it’s my turn.

My dear Delvig calls me,

A living comrade of youth,

Comrade of sad youth,

Companion of young songs,

Feasts and pure thoughts.

There, in the crowd of shadows of relatives

A genius that has escaped us forever...

These were prophetic words. Soon Pushkin will die in a duel. He will be the seventh to leave after Delvig. Now the lyceum anniversaries took place without Pushkin.

Student 6 : On October 19, 1880, 1881, 1882, Alexander Gorchakov celebrated one, he was the last lyceum student of the first graduating class. Each and every one of them fulfilled the oath they took in their youth. They were real friends.

There is a song about the Lyceum

I wish I could live like in those days -

I wish I could live easily and boldly,

Don't calculate the limit

For fearlessness and love.

And, like the lyceum students,

Gather by the fire

In October, purple-leaved

Nineteenth day.

But fate will take its toll,

He whistles dashingly like a driver,

Everything will be calculated in its own way, -