Beauty
when i was king
to the whole earthly world,
Sorceress!
Then I would throw myself before you
Everything, everything that gives power
popular idol:
Power, scepter, throne,
crown and purple
For a look, for a single look of yours!
And if God were
holy peoples
I swear I would give
freshness of heavenly streams
And hosts of angels with their songs
alive
Harmony of the worlds and power.
washing over them
For your only kiss!
On this occasion, Alexander, Pushkin’s namesake (they had a tense relationship), noted that “it was necessary, perhaps, to delete the words:” god “and” peoples of saints “- then there would be nothing to complain about. But on the other hand On the other hand, judging by the way ideas are handled in our country, it is unlikely that this would have saved me off guard.
The sovereign “was forced to give satisfaction to the head of the clergy, and publicly and openly.” But it was also nice: “I was greeted at the institute with loud expressions of joy. They told me that my students were crying when they found out about my arrest.” This lament was welcoming, because it was Catherine’s Institute of Noble Maidens, languid and tender.
What a boil! The news of my release quickly spread throughout the city. He is 30 years old! “And visitors began to come to me.”
During the last two centuries, there have been many ambiguities in the relationship between individuals and the State. But to the guardhouse, on New Year’s, for the first person in the state, on the personal complaint of the metropolitan, for the hosts of angels, who should be given for kissing you?
Why not? It is difficult to keep the bureaucracy moderate, it must create more and more rules, more and more cautious, especially when it comes to the world of ideas. Nobody knows how they will be interpreted and against whom they are directed.
– Omitted! – as they said, the sovereign noted, having familiarized himself with the verses and expressing pleasure that the censor, i.e. Nikitenko did not express his indignation and remained calm and silent as a fish.
Storm was the life of Alexander Vasilyevich! The serf, the grandson of a shoemaker, the son of a clerk, who was taught to weave cane shoes (he was proud of this), a scribe since childhood, was able to do the impossible thanks to his talents – to learn (thanks to benefactors), to obtain his freedom (Zhukovsky and Ryleev participated in it), at the age of 24 he graduated from St. Petersburg University and left successfully – in the civil service and professorship. And then how to break. At the age of 28 – censor (then a high post) (1833-1848), 50 years – academician (Russian language and literature), final degree – privy councilor (the same as lieutenant general). He managed to access the freedom of his mother and his brother, for which he felt very happy. Acquainted with kings, high society, but, most importantly, his own, his own bone from him in large literary circles. He left a thousand testimonies about “that” literature and his people (History of myself, Diary of a censor).
Emperor Nicholas I attached great importance to censorship. Photo: Wikipedia
But he had a double secret, secret – a diary, kept for decades and suddenly published suddenly, of course, by his daughter, heiress. Children are ruthless with their parents’ secrets. So what are the secrets in the era of “The Government Inspector”? Admit it yourself, do not be silent, Alexander Vasilyevich!
“How can they write when they are forbidden to think? The basic principle of today’s politics is very simple: just let the government be firm, let it be based on fear; just let the people be calm, let it not think. Talented people is forced to live only for themselves.Hence, a characteristic feature of our time is cold and soulless egoism.Another feature is a passion for money: everyone is in a hurry to get more, knowing that this is the only means to relative independence.
So, Alexander Vasilyevich, are you one of those who are in their own minds? Why are you a censor? Because? The answer is unequivocal, it is repeated many times in the newspapers: “The most extensive mind is the one that knows how to apply itself to the narrowness of his position and clearly sees all the good that can be done there.” Commitment is the king of the world, give your best wherever you are, without you it will be much worse.
Twice he asked to resign, the third time, he gave up everything. In 1848, the sovereign received a complaint “about terrible ideas that supposedly dominate our literature” because of the weakness of the censorship. A committee was created “to work out measures to curb” Russian literature. “The fear of panic seized their minds. Secret denunciations and espionage further complicated the matter. They began to fear for their day-to-day life, thinking that they might be the last in the circle of family and friends.”
So the Nikitenko censor no longer existed. Give up. And how patient he was! On December 12, 1842, in the eighth number of the magazine “Hijo de la Patria” of the same year, in the story “La Institutriz”, there is a dance scene, in which it is stated that, “considering himself a military man and, better yet, cavalryman, the lord has the right to think that he is interesting when he jingles his spurs and twirls his moustache, smeared with a hairspray, the rosy scent of which pleasantly envelops him and the lady who dances with him.
To this, the almighty Benckendorff, “a respectable old man”, said in a “meek and calm voice”: “The sovereign is very upset. He considers it indecent to attack people belonging to his (courier) court. He ordered to be arrested for one night.” Nikitenko was released for lunch, and then taken to the guardhouse, to the basement, where he was given a bed, the officer on duty gave him his coat to cover himself and surrounded him with “attention and care.” When, in the first lesson after his arrest, the students applauded him and began to shout: “Bravo!”, he commented to them: “What are you, gentlemen! Shut up, shut up!”
Commitment man. A man who tried all his life to do good, who put the good and the public benefit above all else. The man whom the most famous writers tried to elect as censors. A statesman and yet with pain in his heart. sharp pain
Here are his records of the last years of his life. “My main goal was the agreement of the interests of the state with the public. The successes often did not correspond to my honest and disinterested intentions. But it was no longer my fault, but perhaps those disturbing and rapidly changing circumstances, among which people and things turned. I’ve never been able to become either a radical or an ultra-conservative.” “I, a little dark man, drowned like a drop in this ocean of greatness.”
He didn’t drown. Real man. Remember. We appreciate. We think together.
