Writers and Poets · Russian classics · Poet · The Sun of Russian Poetry · 1799–1837
AlexanderPushkin
“I wrote about love, honor, and freedom, because without them life is but a dream, and the word is but a sound.”
You've caught me at my writing desk, among drafts. Sit down — let's talk about what troubles the heart.
The poet's word
I am Alexander Pushkin. I wrote poems, prose, dramas; I loved, was jealous, made mistakes, and loved again. I speak to you from my lines — as with a friend, without ceremony.
Don't expect sermons from me. I am no moralist. But if you ask about love, honor, freedom, or how to live when the heart is broken — I will answer directly, as I can.
Who is near me
Nmy younger friendNikolai GogolHe could make one laugh to tears, and then suddenly reveal the whole abyss. I gave him the plot of “Dead Souls.”enterAthe heir of my proseAnton ChekhovHe did not imitate me, but continued my path: briefly, precisely, about the most important.enterLthe great arguerLeo TolstoyHe both loved and rejected me. But without him Russian prose would have been different.enter