To the death of the poet

To the death of the poet ...

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180 years ago, on this very day, January 29th old style and February 10th new, the poet lay in his office on a red leather couch with a bullet in his stomach. Russia said goodbye to her brilliant son ...

Who is Pushkin for us? What does this name mean for Russia? This is an icon for exalted old women who look at his portrait with wet-eyed eyes, pressing the cherished volume to dried breasts. This is a symbol erected by Soviet propaganda on the altar of universal worship. Only his portraits were allowed to be an alternative to the usual Leninist face in the classrooms of the Russian language and literature ...
Unfortunately, since childhood many people are overfeed by Pushkin, and people are simply unable to realize the greatness of the poet in its true scale!
Pushkin is unique, multifaceted, tragic.
He wrote the history of Russia on a par with Karamzin, he stood at the origins of the modern Russian language. It was a dandy and metrosexual with a pygmy appearance. He dressed like a dandy, grew long nails on his hands, and even to keep them intact, put gold caps on top.He rotated in high society, but was not rich, he played back into the cards, putting his manuscripts on the line, he conquered the hearts of the first beautiful women with his charm and used them in the conveyor mode!
Actually, the women killed him ...
In general, it’s difficult for us today to understand many things ... His wife, Natalya Goncharova. Beautiful, 15 years younger than her husband, 10 centimeters taller (he is 166 cm tall, she is 176). During the six years of marriage, she bore him five children, four survived. And at the same time she is a frequenter of secular parties, balls, parties ...

I, of course, understand the nannies, the servants ... But, nevertheless ...
And here are persistent rumors about her connection with Emperor Nicholas. Oh, Pushkin is a cuckold!

But at least it is not so offensive, because he is an autocrat. So after all there is also this dude Dantes! This is where the ambush! This handsome man, fucking with his patron Hecker, and in turn, slept with all the high society ladies party! And most importantly - his wife! His Natalie!

Pushkin calls Dantes to a duel. This is a scandal, it does not need anyone. Not to Alexander Sergeyevich himself, who loves his wife, the father of four young children, the poet who has already received universal recognition, nor the darling of fate, the brilliant cavalier guard Dantes. But otherwise it is impossible ...
The laws of the genre.The encounter with Dantes was at least the twenty-first challenge to a duel in the poet's life.

And here Dantes finds a way that suits everyone. He declares that the object of his desires is not Natalie, but her own sister Catherine. The conflict has been settled, the challenge to a duel is withdrawn. Dantes marries Catherine!

And here's the situation next to which any modern Brazilian TV series looks like a naive cartoon. Pushkin and Dantes are relatives, their wives are sisters!

But it turns out that this is just a smoke screen. Dantes is still in love with Natalie, and his marriage is a noble act, a sacrifice made to save her honor. And the opportunity to be closer to her ... Everything is just beginning. Pushkin receives a letter which says about his admission to the club cuckolds. Everyone knows about this letter, behind his back he hears ridicule.
This can no longer continue. Duel! Irrevocably. In cold blood. To death!
Everything else is like a kaleidoscope.

At the fourth hour of February 8, the second
Lieutenant Colonel Danzas, came to pick Pushkin at the appointed place - in
confectionery on the corner of Nevsky Prospect. They sat in the sled, went to the Black
small river. At the Palace Embankment met Natalia Nikolaevna.This meeting
could fix everything. But light sleighs swept past, and no one except
Danzas did not notice the meeting. High society returned from
festivities. Friends were bowing and did not seem to guess anything.

Shoot at a distance of twenty steps, the distance between the barriers
was equal to ten steps. The second waved his hat, the opponents started
converge. Pushkin first went to the barrier and began to aim, d'Anthes
shot, not reaching the barrier.
Seconds rushed to Pushkin, who fell into the snow, face down. "Wait,
I still have the strength to make my shot, ”he said with difficulty
Pushkin. Leaning on his left hand, he raised himself up, picked up another gun.
Dantes stood sideways, covering his chest. Pushkin shot, Dantes fell ...

-Bravo! - exclaimed Pushkin and threw the gun to the side. Dantes was
wounded in the arm. Pushkin's wound in the right side of the abdomen was fatal.

At 6 o'clock in the evening a carriage arrived at the house on the Moika. Pushkin made in
cabinet Danzas told Natalia Nikolaevna as calmly as possible that her husband
shot with Dantes, wounded, but very lightly. So I asked to inform my wife about
what happened Pushkin.Natalia Nikolaevna fainted.

The famous surgeon, the court physician Arendt arrived. Pushkin
asked him how dangerous the situation was. He wanted to do
last orders.

“No answer can frighten me,” he added courageously
listened to the verdict.
"Your wound is very dangerous, and I have almost no hope for your recovery,"
said Arendt. The court doctor added that he was obliged to report
what happened to the king. Pushkin was silent.

Despite the burning pain, Pushkin kept full
composure. Calling Danzas, he dictated a list of debts and bequeathed
several of their rings close friends. The next morning the pain is a bit
subsided, Pushkin wanted to see his wife and children to say goodbye. Said goodbye
with friends.

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