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I remember a wonderful moment: You appeared before me, Like a fleeting vision, Like a genius of pure beauty. In the languor of hopeless sadness In the worries of noisy bustle, A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time And I dreamed of sweet features. Years passed. The rebellious gust of storms scattered my former dreams, And I forgot your tender voice, your heavenly features. In the wilderness, in the darkness of confinement, my days dragged on quietly, without deity, without inspiration, without tears, without life, without love. The soul has awakened: And now you have appeared again, Like a fleeting vision, Like a genius of pure beauty. And the heart beats in ecstasy, And for him the deity, and inspiration, And life, and tears, and love have risen again.

The poem is addressed to Anna Kern, whom Pushkin met long before his forced seclusion in St. Petersburg in 1819. She made an indelible impression on the poet. The next time Pushkin and Kern saw each other was only in 1825, when she was visiting the estate of her aunt Praskovya Osipova; Osipova was Pushkin’s neighbor and a good friend of his. It is believed that the new meeting inspired Pushkin to create an epoch-making poem.

The main theme of the poem is love. Pushkin presents a succinct sketch of his life between the first meeting with the heroine and the present moment, indirectly mentioning the main events that happened to the biographical lyrical hero: exile to the south of the country, a period of bitter disappointment in life, in which works of art were created, imbued with feelings of genuine pessimism (“ Demon”, “Desert Sower of Freedom”), depressed mood during the period of new exile to the family estate of Mikhailovskoye. However, suddenly the resurrection of the soul occurs, the miracle of the revival of life, caused by the appearance of the divine image of the muse, which brings with it the former joy of creativity and creation, which is revealed to the author from a new perspective. It is at the moment of spiritual awakening that the lyrical hero meets the heroine again: “The soul has awakened: And now you have appeared again...”.

The image of the heroine is significantly generalized and maximally poeticized; it differs significantly from the image that appears on the pages of Pushkin’s letters to Riga and friends, created during the period of forced time spent in Mikhailovsky. At the same time, the use of an equal sign is unjustified, as is the identification of the “genius of pure beauty” with the real biographical Anna Kern. The impossibility of recognizing the narrow biographical background of the poetic message is indicated by the thematic and compositional similarity with another love poetic text called “To Her,” created by Pushkin in 1817.

Here it is important to remember the idea of inspiration. Love for a poet is also valuable in the sense of giving creative inspiration and the desire to create. The title stanza describes the first meeting of the poet and his beloved. Pushkin characterizes this moment with very bright, expressive epithets (“wonderful moment”, “fleeting vision”, “genius of pure beauty”). Love for a poet is a deep, sincere, magical feeling that completely captivates him. The next three stanzas of the poem describe the next stage in the poet’s life - his exile. A difficult time in Pushkin’s life, full of life’s trials and experiences. This is the time of “languishing hopeless sadness” in the poet’s soul. Parting with his youthful ideals, the stage of growing up (“Dispelled old dreams”). Perhaps the poet also had moments of despair (“Without a deity, without inspiration”). The author’s exile is also mentioned (“In the wilderness, in the darkness of imprisonment ...”). The poet’s life seemed to freeze, to lose its meaning. Genre - message.

K Kern*

I remember a wonderful moment:
You appeared before me,
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.

In the languor of hopeless sadness,
In the worries of noisy bustle,
A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time
And I dreamed of cute features.

Years passed. The storm is a rebellious gust
Dispelled old dreams
And I forgot your gentle voice,
Your heavenly features.

In the wilderness, in the darkness of imprisonment
My days passed quietly
Without a deity, without inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.

The soul has awakened:
And then you appeared again,
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.

And the heart beats in ecstasy,
And for him they rose again
And deity and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.

Analysis of the poem “I remember a wonderful moment” by Pushkin

The first lines of the poem “I Remember a Wonderful Moment” are known to almost everyone. This is one of Pushkin's most famous lyrical works. The poet was a very amorous person, and dedicated many of his poems to women. In 1819 he met A.P. Kern, who captured his imagination for a long time. In 1825, during the poet’s exile in Mikhailovskoye, the poet’s second meeting with Kern took place. Under the influence of this unexpected meeting, Pushkin wrote the poem “I Remember a Wonderful Moment.”

The short work is an example of a poetic declaration of love. In just a few stanzas, Pushkin unfolds before the reader the long history of his relationship with Kern. The expression “genius of pure beauty” very succinctly characterizes enthusiastic admiration for a woman. The poet fell in love at first sight, but Kern was married at the time of the first meeting and could not respond to the poet’s advances. The image of a beautiful woman haunts the author. But fate separates Pushkin from Kern for several years. These turbulent years erase the “nice features” from the poet’s memory.

In the poem “I Remember a Wonderful Moment,” Pushkin shows himself to be a great master of words. He had the amazing ability to say an infinite amount in just a few lines. In a short verse, a period of several years appears before us. Despite the conciseness and simplicity of the syllable, the author conveys to the reader changes in his emotional mood, allowing him to experience joy and sadness with him.

The poem is written in the genre of pure love lyrics. The emotional impact is enhanced by lexical repetitions of several phrases. Their precise arrangement gives the work its uniqueness and grace.

The creative legacy of the great Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin is enormous. “I Remember a Wonderful Moment” is one of the most precious pearls of this treasure.

I remember this moment -
I saw you for the first time
then on an autumn day I realized
was captured by the girl's eyes.

That's how it happened, that's how it happened
amidst the bustle of the city,
filled my life with meaning
girl from a childhood dream.

Dry, good autumn,
short days, everyone is in a hurry,
deserted on the streets at eight,
October, leaf fall outside the window.

He kissed her tenderly on the lips,
what a blessing it was!
In the boundless human ocean
She was quiet.

I hear this moment
“- Yes, hello,
- Hello,
-It's me!"
I remember, I know, I see
She is a reality and my fairy tale!

A poem by Pushkin based on which my poem was written.

I remember a wonderful moment:
You appeared before me,
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.

In the languor of hopeless sadness
In the worries of noisy bustle,
A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time
And I dreamed of cute features.

Years passed. The storm is a rebellious gust
Dispelled old dreams
And I forgot your gentle voice,
Your heavenly features.

In the wilderness, in the darkness of imprisonment
My days passed quietly
Without a deity, without inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.

The soul has awakened:
And then you appeared again,
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.

And the heart beats in ecstasy,
And for him they rose again
And deity and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.

A. Pushkin. Full composition of writings.
Moscow, Library "Ogonyok",
Publishing house "Pravda", 1954.

This poem was written before the Decembrist uprising. And after the uprising there was a continuous cycle and leapfrog.

The period for Pushkin was difficult. Uprising of the Guards regiments on Senate Square in St. Petersburg. Of the Decembrists who were on Senate Square, Pushkin knew I. I. Pushchin, V. K. Kuchelbecker, K. F. Ryleev, P. K. Kakhovsky, A. I. Yakubovich, A. A. Bestuzhev and M. A. Bestuzhev.
An affair with a serf girl, Olga Mikhailovna Kalashnikova, and an unnecessary, inconvenient future child for Pushkin from a peasant woman. Work on "Eugene Onegin". Execution of the Decembrists P. I. Pestel, K. F. Ryleev, P. G. Kakhovsky, S. I. Muravyov-Apostol and M. P. Bestuzhev-Ryumin.
Pushkin was diagnosed with “varicose veins” (On the lower extremities, and especially on the right leg, there is widespread expansion of the blood-returning veins.) The death of Alexander the First and the accession to the throne of Nicholas the First.

Here is my poem in Pushkin’s style and in relation to that time.

Ah, it's not difficult to deceive me,
I myself am happy to be deceived.
I love balls where there are a lot of people,
But the royal parade is boring to me.

I strive to where the maidens are, it’s noisy,
I am alive only because you are nearby.
I love you madly in my soul,
And you are cold towards the poet.

I nervously hide the trembling of my heart,
When you're at a ball wearing silks.
I don't mean anything to you
My fate is in your hands.

You are noble and beautiful.
But your husband is an old idiot.
I see you're not happy with him,
In his service he oppresses the people.

I love you, I feel sorry for you,
Being next to a decrepit old man?
And in thoughts of a date I am thrilled,
In the gazebo in the park above the bet.

Come, have pity on me,
I don't need big awards.
I'm in your nets with my head,
But I'm glad of this trap!

Here is the original poem.

Pushkin, Alexander Sergeyevich.

CONFESSION

TO ALEXANDRA IVANOVNA OSIPOVA

I love you - even though I'm mad,
Although this is labor and shame in vain,
And in this unfortunate stupidity
At your feet I confess!
It doesn't suit me and it's beyond my years...
It's time, it's time for me to be smarter!
But I recognize it by all the signs
The disease of love in my soul:
I’m bored without you, I yawn;
I feel sad in front of you - I endure;
And, I have no courage, I want to say,
My angel, how I love you!
When I hear from the living room
Your light step, or the noise of a dress,
Or a virgin, innocent voice,
I suddenly lose all my mind.
You smile - it gives me joy;
You turn away - I'm sad;
For a day of torment - a reward
I want your pale hand.
When you are diligent about the hoop
You sit, leaning casually,
Eyes and curls drooping, -
I am moved, silently, tenderly
I admire you like a child!..
Should I tell you my misfortune,
My jealous sadness
When to walk, sometimes in bad weather,
Are you going away?
And your tears alone,
And speeches in the corner together,
And a trip to Opochka,
And piano in the evening?..
Alina! have pity on me.
I dare not demand love:
Perhaps for my sins,
My angel, I'm not worth love!
But pretend! This look
Everything can be expressed so wonderfully!
Ah, it’s not difficult to deceive me!..
I'm happy to be deceived myself!

The sequence of Pushkin’s poems is interesting.
after Osipova's confession.

Alexander Sergeevich did not find a response in his soul
at Osipova’s, she didn’t give him love and
here he is, immediately tormented spiritually,
or maybe love thirst
writes "Prophet."

We are tormented by spiritual thirst,
In the dark desert I dragged myself, -
And the six-winged seraph
He appeared to me at a crossroads.
With fingers as light as a dream
He touched my eyes.
The prophetic eyes have opened,
Like a frightened eagle.
He touched my ears,
And they were filled with noise and ringing:
And I heard the sky tremble,
And the heavenly flight of angels,
And the reptile of the sea underwater,
And the valley of the vine is vegetated.
And he came to my lips,
And my sinner tore out my tongue,
And idle and crafty,
And the sting of the wise snake
My frozen lips
He put it with his bloody right hand.
And he cut my chest with a sword,
And he took out my trembling heart,
And coal blazing with fire,
I pushed the hole into my chest.
I lay like a corpse in the desert,
And God’s voice called to me:
"Rise up, prophet, and see and listen,
Be fulfilled by my will,
And, bypassing the seas and lands,
Burn the hearts of people with the verb."

He burned the hearts and minds of people with verbs and nouns,
I hope the fire brigade didn't have to be called
and writes to Timasheva, and one might say he is insolent
"I drank poison in your gaze,"

K. A. TIMASHEVA

I saw you, I read them,
These lovely creatures,
Where are your languid dreams
They idolize their ideal.
I drank poison in your gaze,
In soul-filled features,
And in your sweet conversation,
And in your fiery poems;
Rivals of the forbidden rose
Blessed is the immortal ideal...
A hundred times blessed is he who inspired you
Not a lot of rhymes and a lot of prose.

Of course, the maiden was deaf to the spiritual thirst of the poet.
And of course in moments of severe mental crisis
where is everyone going? Right! Of course, to mom or nanny.
Pushkin did not yet have a wife in 1826, and even if he had,
what could she understand in love,
mental triangles of a talented husband?

Friend of my harsh days,
My decrepit dove!
Alone in the wilderness of pine forests
You've been waiting for me for a long, long time.
You are under the window of your little room
You're grieving like you're on a clock,
And the knitting needles hesitate every minute
In your wrinkled hands.
You look through the forgotten gates
On the black distant path:
Longing, premonitions, worries
They squeeze your chest all the time.
It seems to you...

Of course, the old woman cannot calm the poet down.
You need to flee from the capital to the desert, wilderness, village.
And Pushkin writes blank verse, there is no rhyme,
complete melancholy and exhaustion of poetic strength.
Pushkin dreams and fantasizes about a ghost.
Only the fairy-tale maiden from his dreams can
soothe his disappointment in women.

Oh Osipova and Timasheva, why are you doing this?
made fun of Alexander?

How happy I am when I can leave
The annoying noise of the capital and the courtyard
And run away into the deserted oak groves,
To the shores of these silent waters.

Oh, will she soon leave the river bottom?
Will it rise like a goldfish?

How sweet is her appearance
From the quiet waves, in the light of the moonlit night!
Entangled in green hair,
She sits on the steep bank.
Slender legs have waves like white foam
They caress, merging and murmuring.
Her eyes alternately fade and shine,
Like twinkling stars in the sky;
There is no breath from her mouth, but how
Piercingly these wet blue lips
Cool kiss without breathing,
Languishing and sweet - in the summer heat
Cold honey is not as sweet to the thirst.
When she plays with her fingers
touches my curls, then
A momentary chill runs through like horror
My head and my heart beats loudly,
Painfully dying with love.
And at this moment I am glad to leave life,
I want to moan and drink her kiss -
And her speech... What sounds can
To compare with her is like a baby's first babble,
The murmur of waters, or the May noise of heaven,
Or the sonorous Boyana Slavya gusli.

And amazingly, a ghost, a play of imagination,
reassured Pushkin. And so:

"Tel j" etais autrefois et tel je suis encor.

Carefree, amorous. You know, friends,"

A bit sad, but quite cheerful.

Tel j "etais autrefois et tel je suis encor.
As I was before, so am I now:
Carefree, amorous. You know, friends,
Can I look at beauty without emotion,
Without timid tenderness and secret excitement.
Has love really played enough in my life?
How long have I fought like a young hawk?
In the deceptive nets spread by Cyprida,
And not corrected by a hundredfold insult,
I bring my prayers to new idols...
In order not to be in the networks of deceptive fate,
I drink tea and don’t fight senselessly

In conclusion, another poem of mine on the topic.

Is the disease of love incurable? Pushkin! Caucasus!

The disease of love is incurable,
My friend, let me give you some advice,
Fate is not kind to the deaf,
Don't be road blind like a mule!

Why not earthly suffering?
Why do you need soul fire
Give to one when others
After all, they are also very good!

Captivated by secret emotions,
Live not for business, but for dreams?
And to be in the power of arrogant virgins,
Insidious, feminine, cunning tears!

To be bored when your loved one is not around.
To suffer, a meaningless dream.
Live like Pierrot with a vulnerable soul.
Think, flighty hero!

Leave all sighs and doubts,
The Caucasus is waiting for us, the Chechens are not sleeping!
And the horse, sensing abuse, became agitated,
Snoring bareback in the stables!

Forward to rewards, royal glory,
My friend, Moscow is not for hussars
The Swedes near Poltava remember us!
The Turkish were beaten by the Janissaries!

Well, why sour here in the capital?
Forward to exploits, my friend!
We'll have fun in battle!
War calls your humble servants!

The poem is written
inspired by Pushkin's famous phrase:
"The disease of love is incurable!"

From Lyceum poems 1814-1822,
published by Pushkin in later years.

INSCRIPTION ON THE HOSPITAL WALL

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

And in conclusion I want to say. Women, Women, Women!
There is so much sadness and worry from you. But it’s impossible without you!

There is a good article on the Internet about Anna Kern.
I will give it without cuts or abbreviations.

Larisa Voronina.

Recently I was on an excursion in the ancient Russian city of Torzhok, Tver region. In addition to the beautiful monuments of park construction of the 18th century, the museum of gold embroidery production, the museum of wooden architecture, we visited the small village of Prutnya, the old rural cemetery, where one of the most beautiful women glorified by A.S. Pushkin, Anna Petrovna Kern, is buried.

It just so happened that everyone with whom Pushkin’s life path crossed remained in our history, because the reflections of the great poet’s talent fell on them. If it were not for Pushkin’s “I Remember a Wonderful Moment” and the subsequent several touching letters from the poet, the name of Anna Kern would have been forgotten long ago. And so the interest in the woman does not subside - what was it about her that made Pushkin himself burn with passion? Anna was born on February 22 (11), 1800 in the family of landowner Peter Poltoratsky. Anna was only 17 years old when her father married her to 52-year-old General Ermolai Fedorovich Kern. Family life immediately did not work out. During his official business, the general had little time for his young wife. So Anna preferred to entertain herself, actively having affairs on the side. Unfortunately, Anna partially transferred her attitude towards her husband to her daughters, whom she clearly did not want to raise. The general had to arrange for them to study at the Smolny Institute. And soon the couple, as they said at that time, “separated” and began to live separately, maintaining only the appearance of family life. Pushkin first appeared “on the horizon” of Anna in 1819. This happened in St. Petersburg in the house of her aunt E.M. Olenina. The next meeting took place in June 1825, when Anna went to stay at Trigorskoye, the estate of her aunt, P. A. Osipova, where she again met Pushkin. Mikhailovskoye was nearby, and soon Pushkin became a frequent visitor to Trigorskoye. But Anna began an affair with his friend Alexei Vulf, so the poet could only sigh and pour out his feelings on paper. It was then that the famous lines were born. This is how Anna Kern later recalled this: “I then reported these poems to Baron Delvig, who placed them in his “Northern Flowers” ....” Their next meeting took place two years later, and they even became lovers, but not for long. Apparently, the proverb is true that only forbidden fruit is sweet. The passion soon subsided, but purely secular relations between them continued.
And Anna was surrounded by whirlwinds of new novels, causing gossip in society, to which she did not really pay attention. When she was 36 years old, Anna suddenly disappeared from social life, although this did not reduce the gossip. And there was something to gossip about, the flighty beauty fell in love, and her chosen one was 16-year-old cadet Sasha Markov-Vinogradsky, who was slightly older than her youngest daughter. All this time she continued to formally remain the wife of Ermolai Kern. And when her rejected husband died at the beginning of 1841, Anna committed an act that caused no less gossip in society than her previous novels. As the general's widow, she was entitled to a substantial lifelong pension, but she refused it and in the summer of 1842 she married Markov-Vinogradsky, taking his surname. Anna got a devoted and loving husband, but not rich. The family had difficulty making ends meet. Naturally, I had to move from expensive St. Petersburg to my husband’s small estate in the Chernigov province. At the moment of another acute lack of money, Anna even sold Pushkin’s letters, which she treasured very much. The family lived very poorly, but there was true love between Anna and her husband, which they preserved until the last day. They died in the same year. Anna outlived her husband by just over four months. She passed away in Moscow on May 27, 1879.
It is symbolic that Anna Markova-Vinogradskaya was taken on her last journey along Tverskoy Boulevard, where the monument to Pushkin, who immortalized her name, was just being erected. Anna Petrovna was buried near a small church in the village of Prutnya near Torzhok, not far from the grave in which her husband was buried. In history, Anna Petrovna Kern remained the “Genius of Pure Beauty”, who inspired the Great Poet to write beautiful poems.

Pushkin was a passionate, enthusiastic person. He was attracted not only by revolutionary romance, but also by female beauty. Reading the poem “I remember a wonderful moment” by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin means experiencing the excitement of beautiful romantic love with him.

Regarding the history of the creation of the poem, written in 1825, the opinions of researchers of the work of the great Russian poet were divided. The official version says that A.P. was the “genius of pure beauty.” Kern. But some literary scholars believe that the work was dedicated to the wife of Emperor Alexander I, Elizaveta Alekseevna, and is of a chamber nature.

Pushkin met Anna Petrovna Kern in 1819. He instantly fell in love with her and for many years kept the image that struck him in his heart. Six years later, while serving his sentence in Mikhailovskoye, Alexander Sergeevich met with Kern again. She was already divorced and led a fairly free lifestyle for the 19th century. But for Pushkin, Anna Petrovna continued to remain a kind of ideal, a model of piety. Unfortunately, for Kern, Alexander Sergeevich was only a fashionable poet. After a fleeting romance, she did not behave properly and, according to Pushkin scholars, forced the poet to dedicate the poem to himself.

The text of Pushkin’s poem “I Remember a Wonderful Moment” is conventionally divided into 3 parts. In the title stanza, the author enthusiastically talks about his first meeting with an amazing woman. Delighted, in love at first sight, the author is perplexed, is this a girl, or a “fleeting vision” that is about to disappear? The main theme of the work is romantic love. Strong, deep, it absorbs Pushkin completely.

The next three stanzas tell the story of the author's exile. This is a difficult time of “languishing hopeless sadness,” parting with former ideals, and confronting the harsh truth of life. Pushkin of the 20s was a passionate fighter who sympathized with revolutionary ideals and wrote anti-government poetry. After the death of the Decembrists, his life seemed to freeze and lose its meaning.

But then Pushkin again meets his former love, which seems to him a gift of fate. Youthful feelings flare up with renewed vigor, the lyrical hero seems to awaken from hibernation, feels the desire to live and create.

The poem is taught in a literature lesson in 8th grade. It is quite easy to learn, since at this age many experience first love and the poet’s words resonate in the heart. You can read the poem online or download it on our website.