No, I do not rush rebellious enjoyment,

Speak, the screams of the Vakhanka young,
When, seeing in my arms of Zmeya,
Gusting of fermented caress and ulcerative lobsies
She hurts the moment of recent shudders!


Oh how painfully you happy i
When, leaning on long messenger,
You put to me gentle without ration,
Shyly cold, delight my
Barely bother you don't make anything
And then you are engaged in all more, more
And finally share my flame unwittingly

Previously, reading this poem Pushkin, I, like many Pushkinists, was confident that it was dedicated to the wife of the poet Natalia. The Mastyd Life Researcher and Creativity Pushkin P. Shegolev made the conclusion from this poem that Natalia was indifferent to his spouse. A.zinoviev in his book "Honeymoon of the Emperor" went even further, saying that Pushkin and his wife had a "problem of sexual incompatibility."
This is a Pushkin's problem of sexual incompatibility! Yes, it will be compatible any incompatibility.

Involuntarily, I had a question of doubt: did this verse be dedicated to this verse? Well, Can Pushkin, like any other man, "lean on long messenger" every time, begging the legitimate wife, so that she "indulged him without an empty." What kind of wife is this cold? Judging by the way the poet worshiped his Madonna, it can be concluded that she was not and her husband's delightenment responded, as it should be.

Who then is it dedicated to this amazing person in frankness, poem? The famous philologist L.M. Raminstein so responded about this work: "Pushkin wrote one of the most expressive erotic scenes in world literature. With a teasing frankness, the poet will paint a moment of "rebellious enjoyment",
Delighted sensual, madness, softenness,
Skin, the screams of the Vakhanka young ... "

To answer this question, you must first find out the exact date of writing this work. In a tenwoman, the collected works of Pushkin is indicated 1831. Pushkin and Natalia married in February 1831, it means that everything coincides, and Pushkin could devote this poem to his wife. I open the book "Pushkin and Eternity", author Ya.A. Milner-Irinin, Science Publishing House, 2004, I read: "The exact date of his writing to this time is not installed. I am inclined to dating this poem under consideration in 1831. "
In the 4th edition of the academic decade, it is said: "During the life of Pushkin, it was not printed ... Published in 1858 by the date" 1830 "; However, this date is doubtful: judging by the copies, there was a litter on the autograph: "19 Genvarya, St. Petersburg" - without specifying the year. In a copy belonging to the widow Pushkin, stood the date "1831".
L.M. Iarinstein writes that the poem is written "probably in the fall of 1830"

Again, nothing concrete: and 1830, and 1831. I continue to persevere to seek the date of writing a poem. Unfortunately, the autograph of this poem was not preserved, but it reached us in several copies, including Pushkin S.Sobolevsky's friend made by hand. Under this copy stood on January 19, 1830. The same date is repeated in copies of other Pushkin contemporaries.

It is involuntarily to conclusion that this poem was dedicated not to his wife, (in January 1830, Pushkin was not married to Natalia Goncharova), and some other inexperienced Smirenice, who was "shame-cold" and under the "pressure" of the poet only then , and divided, "finally" his "flame is involved."
But I came to another conclusion. No need to seek who was devoted to this poem, because it is not dedicated to anyone.

The main thing in this poem is not in some erotica there (although it is present), but in opposition to the breakdown of real love. In the subtext, Pushkin poem says the categorical "no" "Wakkhans of the young", which "seeing in ... the arms of Zmiah, gusting the ardent caress and ulceratives ... hurry the moment of recent shudders", and in the second part of the verse says "yes" by Smirenice:
Oh, howle you are, my humility!
Oh, how painfully you happy I ...

I agree with the conclusion of the writer Nina Zabarova:
"Wakkhans are young" ... opposed "Smirenitsa", and sophisticated "love art" - the charm of "inexperienced beauties".

Literature:
Ya.Milner-Irinin. Pushkin and eternity. Moscow, ed. "Science", 2004
L.M. Iarinstein. Pushkin. Unclean biography. Moscow, ed. House "Ant", 1999
Nina Zaburova. I loved you. Music a great poet and their fate. Moscow. "AST-PRESS", 2011
Collected works by A.S. Pushkin.

Reviews

In my opinion, the booths were not visible in the vicinity of St. Petersburg, rather a description of communicating with Vakhanki from Sophia Astafievna, their duty was to imagine a stormy, a vacuing passion and they coped fine with it.
"Showing for long messengers" is the poetic definition of the process itself, like prayers, this is not about frigidity, but about full compliance temperaments, which gives the poet to painful happiness, it is known that in its highest manifestation and happiness, and suffering has the same reaction.
In Christianity, there is a duality of the perception of a woman - on the one hand, a woman is Scaper sin, and with another impermanent Virgin, the Virgin, Madonna,
These two women's hypostasis describes the poet, preferring a immaculate woman, the possession of which allows happiness to achieve heights of suffering ...

No, I do not rush rebellious enjoyment,
Delighted sensual, madness, across,
Speak, the screams of the Vakhanka young,
When, seeing in my arms of Zmeya,
Gusting of fermented caress and ulcerative lobsies
She hurts the moment of recent conjugations!

Oh, howle you are, my humility!
Oh how painfully you happy i
When, leaning on long messenger,
You put to me gentle without ration,
Shyly cold, delight my
Barely bother you don't make anything
And then you are engaged in all more, more
And finally sharing my flame justifies!

Still poem:

  1. I was happy at the time of the past, when I went to life so much came, and I had the dreams of the dreams, "I was happy. I was happy: I have a sin on ...
  2. When you, leaning over the piano, you carefully touch the knob gently, and your eyes hurt the sadness, and quiet, quiet sounds to me on the soul that tears, magic, like maiden ...
  3. When you get coldly listen to the stories of the sorrow of someone else's and incredulously download your head young, when the brilliant outfits are insanely please you with the child's child's shower, when I see, I see ...
  4. The sacred god of silence, who, alas! Involuntarily I serve! I am unhappy and happy that I keep your seal on my mouth. Unfortunately, Kohl silent in a conversation with good I am with smart ....
  5. Everywhere cholera, everywhere quarantine, and the reaches of the shortness are not wait. And in front of him, there are long rains in the meager windows. But for some reason dreams of his air, and as if in childhood -...
  6. What, stones do not live? Can not be! Look, however together they all blush in an hour of dawn, as they retain on the night, then soft warmth, which in the morning from the sun in them ...
  7. Failure captures the fatherland of the Father, he deservedly reached the Parnassian crown; And more would be crowned with fame, when it was indebted to be like ....
  8. My love went to the December evening when light pairs comes from the mouth, when winter dry frost treats the foggy autumn of the avgar. She was then not pelleni passion. Clear and cold, of close ...
  9. I want to write poems, and what to write, I do not know what to know this? Peru handed myself. Caught feather! Useful write and weak ideas to my reader. Feather, Preslav's weapon scissors, ...
  10. When a volatile, evil takes a random of me ... When, like a rotten tree, everything disintegrates the holy, what I believed so long ... when it's so bold, so cheekyly the actual life is furious - and shudders sadly ...
  11. We all dream of love Big, so that every moment, when together, was dear, - and suddenly you will come off with a woman with which for the year, for two we will have a soul. Happy when such ...
  12. And no one escorts me. Only there, like the saint pale face, on the platform, the woman is alien in the frame of the blinded window. Down straight hair is spilled, and behind them the sun, as if Nimb. Then ...
  13. Why did not rush, Marnushka, in the river you, what did not slaughter, then you are, how did you take cute in recruits, in recruits, how did your narrow-sized soldiers?! I tear bitter up ...
  14. Over the bridge, the wind is stuck, he ships, spinning, rings, but only here lovers and children could appreciate his art. The curtains take off, the branches will jump, the shadows on the wall flush, and the wind, right, happy, ...
  15. To sufferings, you're full, you are full, and the sorrow did not pass you by; Only you alone always inexorably, always ruthless and ever cold! But if you see you ...
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"No, I do not rush rebellious pleasure ..."

Alexander Pushkin

No, I do not rush rebel enjoyment,

Delighted sensual, madness, softenness,

Speak, the screams of the Vakhanka young,

When, seeing in my arms of Zmeya,

Gusting of fermented caress and ulcerative lobsies

She hurts the moment of recent shudders!

Oh how nail you, my humility!

Oh how painfully you happy i

When, leaning on long messenger,

You put out to me, gentle without ration,

Shyly cold, delight my

Barely bother you don't make anything

And then revive then all more, more

And finally sharing my flame justifies!

When in the next Pushkin anniversary, the Pushkin - our all is meant, sometimes they do not even suspect how true it is. He is really "everything," he is in everything and everywhere, he is in us and out of us, and there is no such area, the sphere of human activity, where Pushkin would not fulfill themselves entirely and completely, in the whole ambitious scale of his ingenious personality. No one manifested anyone after him and no longer manifests itself with such infinite generosity, tranquility and selflessness, did not reveal and will never turn out so wide and fully as a poet, as a citizen finally like a man.

Pushkin was not a teacher, he did not even claim this role and discovered the "newest tutorials" in the form of the newly known prophets and corrections of the human race. And if now we are talking about the lessons, after all, the Pushkin teaching, it is only because we yourself, as they say, in the right mind and solid memory are trying to assimilate them and master, - the task in general is not clear for the ordinary person of our days.

Pushkin was very ugly. In the junior written in French poem, he called himself a "Justling Monkey". This nicknie climbed in the world and made a poet for a long time. In addition, it was low in growth, which, of course, did not add optimism with respect to his own person. "Pushkin was a foolish," said Brother Poet Sergeevich, - but his face was expressive and animated; He was small, but it is complicated unusually firmly and proportionally. Pushkin women liked; He was unusually fascinating with them. " By this testimony, A.N. Kulf, a close buddy of the poet, saying that "Women he knows like no one. Because, without using any external advantages that always have an impact on a beautiful floor, he acquires one brilliant in his mind. " Pushkin was not beautiful, but the victories surrounded by him over the most brilliant beauty of his time, serve as excellent proof that beautiful gender can be crazy not only writing hands.

And I, Hait, forever idle, -

he wrote in another youth poem, -

Descendant of blacks ugly,

Designed in wild ease

Love without keeping suffering

I like young beauty

Shameless rabies desires.

The poet was still clearly realized that it was necessary for women, and as a man most of them corresponded to their expectations. It is necessary to assume that "Egyptian" passions in his "performance" were plunged into an ecstatic shock of those who were calculated and directed. Women fell to his legs, like mature, and sometimes overripe, fruit from a tree. According to A.P. Kerne, Pushkin "did not know how to hide his feelings, he was always sincere and was inexplicated, when something nicely worried him. When he decided to be kind, then nothing could compare with glitter, the sharpness and fascination of his speech. " Well, respected (and adored by the poet) Anna Petrovna knew what he was saying. Much here was, of course, from the game in the Donjana, much of the one-mentioned youth of the inferiority, experienced by the poet, much from the dear youth, prescribing a man to change women more often than gloves. But it was something else, about which A.P. Karkov told eloquently. "Vividly perceiving good, Pushkin was not fond of them in women; Its much more fascinated in them wit, shine and exterior beauty ... The reason that Pushkin was charming with glitter, rather than the dignity and simplicity in the nature of women, was, of course, in his low opinion about them, formerly completely in the spirit of the time ", (It is in connection with this to compare the divine poetic lines dedicated to A.P. Kark, and the characteristic given by the poet in a private letter. "Ice and a flame are not so different in each other.") The share of truth in the observations of the "brilliant" Anna Petrovna, Of course, there is. But only share, and that is not too weighty.

The fact is that Pushkin with all his "Africanism" was attracted precisely the dignity, quiet simplicity and unturiousness in relations with women. Otherwise, he would never have been able to create the image of Tatiana Larina, or he would come out from under his feather the exhausted and unnaviable. His ideal was the one about which he once said:

She was leisurely

Nude, unworn,

Without the arrogance of arrogant for everyone

Without claims for success,

Without these little shelters,

Without imitative clauses ...

All quietly, it was just in it.

This image all my life remained in the heart of the poet "unclaimed" until the living features of Natalia Nikolaevna Goncharova were found. What the susceptible soul of Pushkin unconsciously stretched, was embodied only a few years before his death, and worthy of surprise and admiration, with what ease he flew from him all this "Egyptian" husk when he loved truly. The former love of the poet to women, in general, the lackless, despite numerous "non-manual" testimonies left for the descendants, was replaced by love for the same, to Madonna, "the purest charm to the purest pattern." Only then the poet learned the true and very insignificant price of "rebellious enjoyment, delights sensual, madness, across", which was filled with his life, learned the true price of "young wakkankov", for which he was in a considerable degree was just a means to achieve the latest "recent" shudders. " The present love for his pretty "Smirenice", like all of the present, turned out to be "with sourness", like a sweet-sweet apple, which in Russian taste is much fascinated by the "African" fruit.

Pushkin poem "No, I do not regree with rebellious enjoyment" refers to the late period of the poet's life and, it seems obvious, addressed to the spouse of the poet Natalia Nikolaevna. On the slope of the life of Pushkin, he opened a craving for "painful" happiness in himself. He who was honored for the honor to give up the most brilliant ladies of Northern Venice, was forced to resort to "long pilettices" to achieve the reciprocity of his own wife! This gave a reason to many researchers (including V. Brysu) "sorry" Pushkin: Say as a cold got his wife, an unfortunate poet stretched out in the praha in front of this ... "so that she" descended "to married affection. Although these researchers and other commentators would have to regret themselves. After all, "the humility Natalya Nikolayevna gave him what he did not receive from the" Young Wakhanok ", harmful for nothing in vain" ardent affairs "and tormenting their victims by the" ulcers of lobzias ". She gave him the opportunity to feel like a real man.

In the arsenal of a woman in lawful marriage, there are a lot of funds to refuse the legal spouse in proximity - and it is beautiful when your favorite women refuse to us! Thanks to these failures, we get a chance to show all your male qualities fully that, if we manage, then only alone with your beloved woman. With an unloved or, God forbid, a public woman, there is no need to ceremony: here "key" are mutual satisfaction (notorious sex) or just money. We, men, being untenable as men, without knowing how to take the case, not having enough mind, feelings and truly male talent, screeching from their legitimate half to the left and right, feel great and for all life we \u200b\u200bremain unrequited and irresponsible " boys ", eternal students, lazy and unloved. We really give exclusively "strolling" and "screaming": with them and the troubles are smaller, and in general ... with smart, we simply know the birth to women, we just do not cope - this is not taught in schools or institutes. It is precisely because now the lotion of smart and knowledgeable price becomes proud loneliness, because not of whom to choose. The current men bypass such women for the mile, inventing themselves cheap excuses like "if beautiful, then a fool." Love is because I apologize, not sex. Love requires the full tension of all our bodily and spiritual forces - primarily spiritual. (If in a nutshell, then sex is love for the opposite sex as such, and love is an attraction to a single representative or to one-one representative of this very opposite sex. That is why the famous phrase that "we have sex No, "may also mean the fact that the woman who uttered her, is surrounded with genuine love and does not know the mechanical manifestations of sex. In this case, it can only be envied, and not laugh at her.)

The reason for which the tender spouses refuse their gently beloved spouses in intimate intimacy may be the most different. The notorious "headache" can be, for example, an instinctive protest against the routine of a married bed, and for a smart man, women's migraine is a signal to self-improvement. A woman can be just young, inexperienced, immaculate, "shyly cold", she could have Puritan's parents and get strict upbringing. Holy duty of a man, since he comes married, help his wife get rid of the virgin complexes, for what should be a reserve, patience and tact. In addition, it is necessary ... However, it is better than A.I.Gongcharov in his "ordinary story", you still do not say anyway, therefore we use the quote. "To be happy with a woman ... you need a lot of conditions ... You need to be able to form a woman from the girl with a deliberate plan, according to the method, if you want, so that she understands and fulfill its appointment ... Oh, you need a wisdom and heavy school, and This school is a smart and experienced man! "

Long before the moraling of Goncharova Pushkin was this smartest and experienced. After seeking his beloved ("long benchmark"), he cut into battle all his wit, all his intelligence, all his ingenuity, finally all his talent - and how happy was that for which the first Russian poet was kneeling! Maybe she showed the disadvantage instinctively or consciously (women of cunning, it does not take away from them), deliberately delayed the moment the "recent shudders" to fully enjoy the prelude in which the poet was a genuine virtuoso. But when he is a real man! - finally sought his "painful happiness" ... let's stop at this, because any guesses of this kind have already come beyond the fractions of decency. Otherwise, as rare at the present times, the concept of "marital harmony" is not to designate this condition ... Shortly before the wedding, the poet wrote:

My wishes were fulfilled. Creator

You sent me, you, my Madonna,

The purest charm of the purest sample.

He was right, although the comparison of the earthly woman with God gives blasphemy. But poets and in love, Boualem said, all sorts of madness are forgiven, and in love with poets - especially ...

Pushkin's poem "No, I'm not rushing ..." - this is also a lesson on how to write to intimate themes. With whatever, sensitivity and chastity, the poet in several lines deployed a whole philosophy of possessing a beloved woman; This is an example of how it is possible by saying literally about everything, not to fall to vulgarity and silence, without which the current Russian "classics" does not think to themselves literary work.

And last. No matter how sessively consider the lyrical hero and the addressee of the poem "No, I will not rush ..." A couple of Pushkin, the sake of fairness should be noted: none of this source speaks directly. And no one has the right (even V. Brysov) his random considerations to issue truth.

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