Frases de Alexandre S. Pushkin
Alexandre S. Pushkin
Data de nascimento: 6. Junho 1799
Data de falecimento: 10. Fevereiro 1837
Outros nomes:Aleksandr Sergeevič Puškin,Alexandr Sergejevič Puškin,Alexander Puškin,Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Alexander Sergueievitch Pushkin foi um romancista e poeta russo da era romântica que é considerado por muitos como o maior poeta russo e fundador da moderna literatura russa. Pushkin foi pioneiro no uso do discurso vernacular em seus poemas e peças teatrais, criando um estilo de narrativa que misturava drama, romance e sátira associada com a literatura russa, influenciando fortemente desde então os escritores russos seguintes. Ele também escreveu ficção histórica. Sua Marie: Uma História de Amor Russa fornece uma visão da Rússia durante o reinado de Catarina, a Grande.
Entre suas obras mais conhecidas encontram-se O prisioneiro do Cáucaso, Eugene Onegin, A história da revolta de Purgatief e O Cavaleiro de Bronze. Escreveu poemas, novelas e peças teatrais.
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Citações Alexandre S. Pushkin
„God save us from seeing a Russian revolt, senseless and merciless. Those who plot impossible upheavals among us, are either young and do not know our people, or are hard-hearted men who do not care a straw either about their own lives or those of others.“
— Aleksandr Pushkin
Found in Pushkin's. The Captain's Daughter and Other Stories. English edition by Random House LLC. 2013. p. 139
As quoted by Joseph Frank in Dostoevsky: A Writer in His Time (2009). Princeton University Press, p. 203.
„Tormented by spiritual thirst,
I dragged myself through a somber desert.
And a six-winged seraph
Appeared to meet me at the crossing of the ways.
He touched my eyes
With fingers as light as a dream:
And my prophetic eyes opened
Like those of a frightened eagle.
He touched my ears
And they were filled with noise and ringing:
And I heard the shuddering of the heavens,
And the flight of the angels in the heights,
And the movement of the beasts of the sea under the waters,
And the sound of the vine growing in the valley.
He bent down to my mouth
And tore out my tongue,
Sinful, decitful, and given to idle talk;
with the right hand steeped in blood
He inserted the tongue of a wise serpent,
Into my benumbed mouth.
He clove my breast with a sword,
And plucked out my quivering heart,
And thrust a coal of live fire
Into my gaping breast.
Like a corpse I lay in the desert.
And the voice of God called out to me:
'Arise, O prophet, see and hear,
Be filled with my will,
Go forth over land and sea,
And set the hearts of men on fire with your Word.“
— Aleksandr Pushkin
English translation found in New Society, Volume 8, (1966). New Society Limited. p. 413.
Also quoted by Kahn, Andrew (2006). The Cambridge Companion to Pushkin. Cambridge University Press, p. 84.
