Olenina Anna Alekseevna Biography

There is no strength to reduce eyes from her; And I say to her: how dear you are! And I think: how I love you! In the end, Anna Alekseevna got married only in the year, in the year of life at that time it was very late. In the year, together with her family, she moved to Warsaw, where her husband received a place, Fedor Alexandrovich Andro soon appointed by the president, that is, the mayor, Warsaw, and where Anna Alekseevna lived the rest of her life until her death in the year.

The granddaughter of Olenina-Andro O. Oom wrote: “Anna Alekseevna’s husband was a prominent, beautiful, blue-eyed blond, very neat, honest to scrupulousness, formalist. Although he had a very kind heart, a severe disposition, quick -tempered, touchy, unnecessary objections, made Anna Alekseevna’s life quite difficult.

He believed that family life, raising children and the responsibilities imposed on his wife with their position in Warsaw should have been the only interest in his wife's life. He treated her brilliant past skeptical, with a hidden sense of jealousy, and therefore everything that once filled her girlish life should not have existed, even as a memory. ” From the diary of Anna Olenina, mainly notes were preserved for the year, when she was a year.

Sources: A. Portrait of Anna Olenina. She, promising to be at my wedding, with such an expressive look, said that I really, I really want to know what she was thinking about then. If her brother gets up for me, returning from Turkey, what will I do? I think that I will give up for him. Will I be hunger, God news. But I am stinging. Having crossed the limits of the paternal house, I leave most of the shaft behind me.

Husband, if he were an angel, will not replace me with everything that I will leave. Will I love my husband? Yes, because before the throne of God, I swear to love Him and obey Him. By passion, am I getting out? No, because on March 29 I buried my heart forever. There will never be a virgin love in me and, if I get married, it will be a marriage. And since the marriage is a prose thing without any idealism, it will replace the prophesies and obedience of unbearable power that ardor of imagination and the contempt that I cry now for all the pride of the Musci and their imaginary advantage over us.

Poor creatures, how blind you are! You imagine that you are managing us, and we ... without saying a word, we drive you by our power: our fabric to which you follow, thin and for your proud eyes is inconspicuous, but it exists and surrounds you. Kohl to turn on one side, which prevents you from surrounding you on the other. Despising us, you despise yourself because you despise which you obey.

And how to compare our modest management with your proud arrogant assurance that you are alone with us. The woman’s mind is weak, you say? Let it be so, but it is stronger. Yes, if it went to it, then the objection to the side, why not admit that the woman’s mind is as space as yours, but that the weakness of the bodily addition does not allow her to show him. What kind of glory to be strong, it breaks and the bear breaks, but the bee gives honey.

Anna Alekseevna Olenina. Pushkin on September 30, 21 years old, to free the homeland, but shed native blood with rivers is the first of the crimes. To be an honest person, to serve non -competitiveness, to facilitate mercilessness, to sacrifice everyone for the benefit of the common, to make those who are hunger for those who are under your power, and to gradually accustom the people uneducated and ardent to the thought of freedom, but freedom of prudent, and not endlessly - here is a true citizen, here is the son of the Fatherland, worthy of bear the name of the glorious, the name of the Russian.

But the one who, carried away by the ardor of the imagination, wants to give freedom to people who do not understand the power of this word, but imagining that it consists in the unlimited satisfaction of passions and self -love; The one, finally, who, for his own greatness and, blinding himself with an imaginary desire for good, decides to betray the homeland of internodists, robbery, fury and all the horrors of the rebellion and, under the name of the benefits of future generations, wants to rise on the ruins of its own region, he should not bear the priestly name, and only compassion for his errors is all that he can be obtained from society.

The freedom of the people is a desire for my strongest soul, but this is what it is. First, forbidden to once forever a clear and secret sale of people, let the peasants swim to the will for the assigned price. Then the one who understands the power of this word will be bought off. I do not suddenly ask for the freedom of all of Russia, they cannot understand that it consists only in free passing from one edge to another and that except for its own soul and family and their household items, they have nothing and that all the lands should remain with the owners.

Give me an honest and non -nursing administration of the internal part of the state, limit dashing, let the last beggar complain about a rich nobleman, judge them publicly and give justice by the laws established once and forever. So that one decree does not contradict the other, so that, once signed, he forever retains his strength and accuracy.Here is what the denial of Russia consists in, and that is that every soul should be desired, and not that unlimited and empty children's constitution whose name, not to mention the Code itself, is hardly 3 people understand, which they wanted to give us on the 14th.

Between us, not a cat slipped through, but two horses. I must admit that I like to argue. Why? The question made a conscience, but she cannot help but answer. And so, the soul, be condescending and forgive my free sin. The magazine is a confession, and so, Father Conscience, listen. I like to argue, because I know that I argue smartly, that my evidence is not the evidence of empty and not even from my own confidence, but reading books and then the redemption of them with reading, and not slightly, that I often reject the thoughts of the writers, ask my father’s opinion, inform him of my judgments and get approval so often that it makes me think that I judge sensibly and reasonably.

That's why I like to argue seriously. Joking, but I take it for another matter, for sophisms. I prove that white is black, and often it succeeds so that I will almost say, and an hour after that I will prove the same in the opposite sense. It’s fun to argue so when you see that your rival is burning and that you yourself feel that you say against yourself. It is fun to force him to agree, so that he would then bring him, so that he will again change his opinion.

I also have dignity: I can innocently enrage and our quarrel came from this. Everything is boring to live in Lada: the world is the image of constancy, and I only forgive this in friendship and sometimes in love. And so uniformity usually brings us to boredom, boredom to yawn, yawning to the disgraced nerves, nerves to weakness, weakness for bedtime, sleep to death, death to eternity.

And to the last, I do not want to get so soon, and therefore I try to strew the path with my way not with poppy flowers, which are leaving for bedtime, but with roses and even with spikes, because the latter, having tilled, will sometimes wake you in the middle of a paradise of imagination, but they will not lead to uniformity, which even adjoins the path of stringion. That is why I quarreled with Korunzhim, namely, for the steppe two horses of which, between us, I have never seen, and I don’t know what they are like.

Portrait of Anna Alekseevna Andro, Countess de Langeron, ur. The father of the priest came, and I decided to pull out into the living room. Guests, friends, relatives arrived, cute repnies arrived, everyone surrounded my sofa, everyone sincerely congratulated me, everyone said how glad to see me. Good Basil sat at my feet and sang me a gentle nonsense. Suddenly the door opened [s], and Kiselev ascended.

How he blushed, and I did the same. He came up, congratulated me on confusion on the recovery and birth of Papin [ki], I answered, also a little embarrassed ... On April 19, 22 years old, in the middle of the Countess Laval, but before being with her, we drove to Durnova. I was in a white ballical dress with three rose bouquets on the bi, on my head too, and jewelry with turquoise.

I ascended! And I admit, it is terrible to be the first time in the house where you do not know the one that everyone wants you to find out closer. I don’t know, I don’t know what kind of impression I made on him; But I only know that he was still sitting against me, talking, and I thought that he was saying to himself, we will see what kind of creation is better for the beast that my mother’s pushing me like that.

Ah, as I often breathed then, but everything seemed like so unconscious of his gaze [insensitive to his gaze - English. Say what you want, but it is terrible to be with this thought, as if to show in any place. Without a goal, without desires, without hopes. It seems not to even go through my life: all the plans that I have done are still collapsing without success. The hopes, like a light couples, have gone over, from love there were only memories, from friendship, some regrets [regret].

Now, “the day passes after day, does not leave traces”, the past is in the head, the future is covered with darkness. I stop wishing, I stopped making plans. You can’t pass the troubles, let the heart be taught to forget everything, even if it does not feel the joys of earthly, so that grief does not also have influence over it. Who would think by reading these lines that the one that writes is almost always cheerful in the living room; That a smile on the face is when grief is in the heart, and that the soul is crowded and tears in my eyes, when I say nonsense and cheerful like a nightingale.

That's what the light means, that's how it should live in it. Who could say that my state of unexplored, incertain [indefinite - English. But what to do? Do not grumble and obey the Providence of God, and predicting mercilessness, and not grogging about the future. Ah, Aneta, Aneta, you do not feel all your well -being. My life before leaving for Priyutino, the next day of Varinka’s arrival, I went to the balcony and looked there on the Neva.

Watercolor I. Pushkin Priyutino trash la la la, trash la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la people, I despise everyone and everything. Oh my god, how fun in the country! What a time, what a rest. At least sing all day.My God, what ... what ... Ah, I won’t say ... I have experienced everything, and now in the heart or heart emptiness I sing, Shalya, Fistula, and all in the yu with one exception - I only love, I do not enclose a negative part of this word, and everything comes out perfectly.

I do not like. Fine, beautiful ... Chu, someone is going, isn't it to us? No, there is no one to be to us, the favorites and lovers all went around the places, along the seas, along the bogram, in the valves, along the mountains, through the forests, the gardens, the Ai Lulia, the people, the ah cords ... I look and do not see anything, I listen and do not hear anything.

Emptiness, boredom replaced all other feelings of the soul; To love, I am almost sure that I can’t, but this is all the same, yes, now I do not care. But recently this cold sadness settled in me.