I loved you: love, perhaps, has not yet completely died out in my soul; But don't let it bother you anymore; I don't want to make you sad in any way. I loved you silently, hopelessly, sometimes with timidity, sometimes with jealousy; I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly, As God grant you to be loved differently.
The verse “I loved you...” is dedicated to the bright beauty of that time, Karolina Sobanska. Pushkin and Sobanskaya first met in Kyiv in 1821. She was 6 years older than Pushkin, then they met two years later. The poet was passionately in love with her, but Caroline played with his feelings. She was a fatal socialite who drove Pushkin to despair with her acting. Years have passed. The poet tried to drown out the bitterness of unrequited feelings with the joy of mutual love. For a wonderful moment, the charming A. Kern flashed before him. There were other hobbies in his life, but a new meeting with Caroline in St. Petersburg in 1829 showed how deep and unrequited Pushkin’s love was.
The poem “I loved you...” is a small story about unrequited love. It amazes us with the nobility and genuine humanity of feelings. The poet's unrequited love is devoid of any egoism.
Two messages were written about sincere and deep feelings in 1829. In letters to Caroline, Pushkin admits that he experienced all her power over himself, moreover, he owes it to her that he knew all the tremors and pangs of love, and to this day he experiences a fear of her that he cannot overcome, and begs for friendship, which he thirsts like a beggar begging for a piece.
Realizing that his request is very banal, he nevertheless continues to pray: “I need your closeness,” “my life is inseparable from yours.”
The lyrical hero is a noble, selfless man, ready to leave the woman he loves. Therefore, the poem is permeated with a feeling of great love in the past and a restrained, careful attitude towards the beloved woman in the present. He truly loves this woman, cares about her, does not want to disturb and sadden her with his confessions, wants her future chosen one’s love for her to be as sincere and tender as the poet’s love.
The verse is written in iambic disyllabic, cross rhyme (line 1 – 3, line 2 – 4). Among the visual means, the poem uses the metaphor “love has faded away.”
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I loved you: love, perhaps, has not yet completely died out in my soul; But don't let it bother you anymore; I don't...
Alexander Pushkin
I loved you: love is still, perhaps,
My soul has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to make you sad in any way.
I loved you silently, hopelessly.
Now we are tormented by timidity, now by jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How God grant that your beloved be different.
Ivan Bunin
Calm gaze, like the gaze of a deer,
And everything that I loved so tenderly in him,
I still haven't forgotten in my sadness.
But your image is now in the fog.
And there will be days when sadness will fade away,
And the dream of memory will shine,
Where there is no longer happiness or suffering,
But only the all-forgiving distance.
Joseph Brodsky
From "Sonnets of Mary Stuart"
I loved you. Love still (perhaps
that it's just pain) drills into my brain.
Everything was blown to pieces.
I tried to shoot myself, but it was difficult
with weapon. And then: whiskey:
which one to hit? It wasn't the trembling that spoiled it, but
thoughtfulness. Crap! Everything is not human!
I loved you so much, hopelessly,
as God may give you others - but he won’t!
He, being capable of many things,
will not create - according to Parmenides - twice
this heat in the blood, this big-boned crunch,
so that the fillings in the mouth melt from thirst
touch - “bust” I cross out - mouth!
Alexandra Levin
Poem written using the Russian word constructor program
I clubbed you. Klubov is still bearish
in my milk mushrooms with sour sable,
but it’s a pity she won’t cut off your mouth.
I'm not joking with the ugliness of PM.
I am not framing you as false.
Peignures of your removed seducing
I feel sick like a pouring gloom,
like a complete and delicious lie.
You are a nobody to me, a nobody muddy.
There is a landmine in my chest, but not quite.
Ah, alas for me!.. I, the etherate in the eyelashes,
I’m stealing a new policy for you!..
I swirled you so flutely and carnally
sometimes we are tormented by floatiness, sometimes by intellect,
I clubbed you so hellishly and awesomely,
like a flag in your hand, you can't be different.
Fima Zhiganets
I was tired of you; maybe from coming
I haven’t completely recovered yet;
But I won’t pump under the murkovod;
In short - love is crazy.
I've been enjoying you without tavern show-offs,
Sometimes he was under the hood, sometimes he was in jitters;
I've been bullshitting you, like a brother,
Who the hell can get away with you already?
Konstantin Wegener-Snaigala
Ministry of Literature of the Russian Federation
Ref. No. _____ dated October 19, 2009
Deputy Head of the Inspiration Department Ms. ***
Explanatory
I hereby bring to your attention that I have carried out a process of love towards you. There is an assumption that this process was not fully extinguished in my soul. In connection with the above, I ask you to ignore possible alarming expectations regarding the partial continuation of the above process. I guarantee the renunciation of the intention to cause inconvenience in the form of sadness by any means available to me.
There is a need to clarify that the above process was carried out by me in conditions of silence, as well as hopelessness, while it was accompanied by such phenomena as, alternately, timidity and jealousy. To carry out the above process, I used such means as sincerity, as well as tenderness. Summarizing the above, allow me to express confidence in the adequacy of the further implementation of processes similar to the above in relation to you by third parties.
Sincerely,
Head of the Department of Literary Innovations Pushkin A.S.
Spanish Ogloblya I.I.
Yuri Lifshits
I stuck with you; still a junkie, in kind,
My brain is no longer soaring in the wilderness;
But I won’t foolishly blow myself up to load you;
It’s scary for me to push an empty car at you.
I stuck with you, writhing over betrayal;
Now he drove the snowstorm, now he threw himself into the smoke;
I stuck with you without bothering with a hairdryer,
How to hold a flag in your hands and get stuck with someone else.
“I loved you...” by A.S. Pushkin (1829) is an example of the author’s love lyrics. This poem is a whole world where love reigns. It is limitless and pure.
All lines in the poetic work are filled with tenderness, light sadness and reverence. The poet's unrequited love is devoid of any egoism. ( For the text “I loved you...” by A.S. Pushkin, see the end of the text). He truly loves the woman discussed in the work, takes care of her, and does not want to worry her with his confessions. And she only wishes that her future chosen one would love her as tenderly and strongly as he does.
Carrying out an analysis of “I loved you...”, we can say that this lyrical poem is in tune with another poetic work of Pushkin - “On the Hills of Georgia.” The same volume, the same clarity of rhymes, some of which are simply repeated (in both works, for example, it rhymes: “may” - “disturbs”); the same structural principle, simplicity of expression, adherence to richness of verbal repetitions. There: “by you, by you, by you alone,” here three times: “I loved you...”. All this gives both poetic works extraordinary lyricism and sparkling musicality.
Who is the person to whom the lines in “I loved you” are addressed is not entirely clear. It is quite possible that this is A.A. Olenina. But, most likely, this will remain a mystery to us.
There is no development of the lyrical theme in the poetic work. The poet speaks about his love in the past tense. All the poet’s thoughts are not about himself, but about her. God forbid, he disturbs her with his persistence, causes any disturbance while loving her. “I don’t want to sadden you with anything...”
The poem “I loved you...” is performed in a complex, clear rhythm. It has a fine "syntactic, intonation and sound structure." The meter of this lyrical work is iambic pentameter. With two exceptions, the stress in each line falls on the second, fourth, sixth and tenth syllables. The clarity and orderliness of the rhythm is further enhanced by the fact that in each line after the fourth syllable there is a distinct pause. What seems unique is Pushkin’s ability, with extreme harmony and organization of rhythm, to create an absolutely natural text.
The words “silently - hopelessly”, “timidity - jealousy” are rhymes, but they fit in so organically that it is completely unnoticeable.
The rhyme system is symmetrical and orderly. “All odd rhymes are instrumented with the sound “w”: “perhaps, alarming, hopeless, tender,” and all even rhymes are instrumented with the sound “m”: “at all, nothing, languishing, other" Cleverly and clearly constructed.
The poem “I loved you...” is a poetic work included in the poet’s “love legacy program.” It is unusual in that all the emotions of the lyrical hero are conveyed directly - through direct naming. The work ends conciliatoryly: the internal tension of the lyrical hero subsided at a time when he dotted all the i's for himself.
Poem “I loved you...” by Pushkin A.S. conveys the finest shades of tender, all-consuming love. The exciting emotionality of the content, the musicality of the language, the compositional completeness - all this is the great verse of the great poet.
I loved you: love still, perhaps
I loved you: love is still, perhaps,
My soul has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to make you sad in any way.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
Now we are tormented by timidity, now by jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How God grant you, your beloved, to be different.
I loved you: love is still, perhaps,
My soul has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to make you sad in any way.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
Now we are tormented by timidity, now by jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How God grant you, your beloved, to be different.
Analysis of the poem “I loved you” by Pushkin
The great poet wrote many poems dedicated to the women with whom he was in love. The date of creation of the work “I loved you...” is known - 1829. But literary scholars still argue about who it was dedicated to. There are two main versions. According to one, it was the Polish princess K. Sabanskaya. The second version names Countess A. A. Olenina. Pushkin felt a very strong attraction to both women, but neither one nor the other responded to his advances. In 1829, the poet proposed to his future wife, N. Goncharova. The result is a poem dedicated to a past hobby.
The poem is an example of an artistic description of unrequited love. Pushkin talks about her in the past tense. The years could not completely erase the enthusiastic strong feeling from my memory. It still makes itself felt (“love... has not completely died out”). Once upon a time it caused the poet unbearable suffering, giving way to “timidity and jealousy.” Gradually the fire in my chest died down, leaving only smoldering embers.
It can be assumed that at one time Pushkin’s courtship was quite persistent. At the moment, he seems to be apologizing to his former lover and assuring that now she can be calm. To support his words, he adds that the remnants of the former feeling turned into friendship. The poet sincerely wishes a woman to find her ideal man who will love her just as strongly and tenderly.
The poem is a passionate monologue of the lyrical hero. The poet talks about the most intimate movements of his soul. Repeated repetition of the phrase “I loved you” emphasizes the pain of unfulfilled hopes. The frequent use of the pronoun “I” makes the work very intimate and exposes the author’s personality to the reader.
Pushkin deliberately does not mention any physical or moral virtues of his beloved. Before us is only an ethereal image, inaccessible to the perception of mere mortals. The poet idolizes this woman and does not allow anyone to approach her, even through the lines of the poem.
The work “I loved you...” is one of the strongest in Russian love lyrics. Its main advantage is a concise presentation with incredibly rich semantic content. The verse was greeted with delight by contemporaries and was repeatedly set to music by famous composers.
I loved you: love is still, perhaps,
My soul has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to make you sad in any way.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
Now we are tormented by timidity, now by jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How God grant you, your beloved, to be different.
The poem “I loved you: love is still, perhaps,” the work of the great Pushkin, was written in 1829. But the poet did not leave a single note, not a single hint about who the main character of this poem is. Therefore, biographers and critics are still arguing about this topic. The poem was published in Northern Flowers in 1830.
But the most likely candidate for the role of the heroine and muse of this poem remains Anna Alekseevna Andro-Olenina, the daughter of the president of the St. Petersburg Academy of Arts A. N. Olenin, a very sophisticated, educated and talented girl. She attracted the poet's attention not only with her external beauty, but also with her subtle wit. It is known that Pushkin asked for Olenina’s hand in marriage, but was refused due to gossip. Despite this, Anna Alekseevna and Pushkin maintained friendly relations. The poet dedicated several of his works to her.
True, some critics believe that the poet dedicated this work to the Polish woman Karolina Sobanska, but this point of view is based on rather shaky ground. Suffice it to remember that during his southern exile he was in love with the Italian Amalia, his spiritual strings were touched by the Greek Calypso, who was Byron’s mistress, and, finally, Countess Vorontsova. If the poet experienced any feelings in the socialite Sobanska, they were most likely fleeting, and 8 years later he would hardly have remembered her. Her name is not even in the Don Juan list compiled by the poet himself.
