#Vasily Zhukovsky

[arsanimarum]

"Who has roused the memories and the dreams that had fallen silent? A greeting which I used to know well has whispered to my soul; familiar eyes have shone upon it; and for an instant it beheld what had long been invisible to it."

Vasily Zhukovsky - Песня / Song

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[con-alas-de-angeles]

…this pure, holy image, like a mystery in my heart.

▪️ Vasily Zhukovsky, The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry: To Her

(Taken by me)

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[finita--la--commedia]

Poetry is God in the holy dreams of the earth.

Vasily Zhukovsky (1783-1852), a final line of “Camoens” (1839), having said that, the main hero (Camoens) dies.  “ Поэзия есть Бог в святых мечтах земли “

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[barcarole]

Vasily Zhukovsky, To a Familiar Genius Flying By

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[theoptia]

…this pure, holy image, like a mystery in my heart.

Vasily Zhukovsky, featured in The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry; “To Her”

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[forsoothsayer]

To A Floweret by Vasily Zhukovsky

Floweret, faded and forsaken, Fragile beauty of the lea, Autumn's cruel hand hath taken All thy summer charms from thee. Heigho! that the years must bring This same destiny to all; One by one our joys take wing, One by one your petals fall. So each evening rings the knell Of some dream or rapture perished, And the fleeting hours dispel Each some vision fondly cherished. Life's illusions lie unmasked, And the star of hope burns paler. Has not some sage long since asked: Men or blossoms which are frailer?

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[adini-nikolaevna]

“...the angel of beauty for one’s eyes, the angel of kindness for the heart, the angel of purity for the skies.” -- Vasily Zhukovsky on Grand Duchess Alexandra Nikolaevna of Russia.

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[imperial-russia]

Tsarevich Alexander Nikolaevich with his tutor Vasily Zhukovsky

When Zhukovsky began his tutoring, Alexander was only seven. Zhukovsky devoted himself totally to the royal scion. The poet wrote to his sister, “My real duty will take up all my time. Farewell forever to poetry with rhyme. A poetry of another sort lies ahead of me.” In his hands lay the future of Russia. Zhukovsky put together a ten-year plan of “Journeys”, as the poet called the heir´s education. Like everything else in Russia, the plan had to be approved by the tsar. Nicholas supervised its execution closely, often severely correcting the tutor.

Zhukovsky brought up the heir to be a true Christian, with feelings of compassion. Once Nicholas came into their classroomafter a history lesson. It was the same room where Nicholas had once interrogated the participants in the Decembrist uprising. It awakened memories. He knew how often kindly Zhukovsky spoke about Christian forgiveness with little Sasha. The tsar asked his son: “What would you have done with the Decembrist rebels?” The boy answered as Zhukovsky had taught him, following Christian doctrine, “I would have forgiven them.” Nicholas said nothing and left in silence.But later he told the boy shaking his fist and repeating the words over and over, “This is how you rule. Remember this: Die on the steps to the throne, but do not give up power!”

Edvard Radzinsky: Alexander II

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[a-window-to-the-east]

History is the most important of all the sciences, more important than philosophy, for it embodies the best philosophy - that is, practical and hence useful philosophy...the treasure house of royal enlightenment is history, which teachers using the experience of the past, explains the present, and foretells the future.

Vasily Zhukovsky

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[arsanimarum]

"If they could hear what is in my heart, every feeling would be a hymn to you." Vasily Zhukovsky - К ней (For her).

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[russian-style]

Karl Bryullov - Svetlana Guessing on her Future, 1836

"Svetlana" was a Romantic poem by Vasily Zhukovsky. The story is about  a girl named Svetlana, who tried to guessing her future on Christmas Eve. She used mirror and candles, like is shown on the painting ( that's traditional Russian way of guessing).

But then - yes, we're speaking about Romantic poem - some evil forces arose, and Svetlana sunk into the depths of folkloric nightmare. 

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[finita--la--commedia]

I can only love, But only eternity can tell How much you are beloved.

Vasily Zhukovsky (1783-1852), concluding stanza from “To Her” (1811 or 1817) “ Я могу лишь любить,  Сказать же, как ты любима,  Может лишь вечность одна. “

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[barcarole]

You long raise waves of anxiety — And returning heaven's shining charm Cannot bring you peace complete, Your calm appearance is deceit. Your deep abyss hides turbulent fevers For love of the heavens, the ocean quivers.

Vasily Zhukovsky, The Sea, An Elegy (trans. Brigit McCone)

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[theoptia]

All I can do is love; only eternity can speak the love you inspire.

Vasily Zhukovsky, featured in The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry; “To Her”

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[forsoothsayer]

An untitled poem about the death of Pushkin by the poet Vasily Zhukovsky

Still he lay without moving, as if, after some difficult     task, he had folded his arms. Head quietly bowed, I stood   still for a long time, looking attentively into the dead man’s      eyes. These eyes were closed. Nevertheless, I could see on that face I knew so well a look I had never     glimpsed there before. It was not inspiration’s flame, nor did it seem like the blade of his wit. No, what I could        see there,         wrapped round his face, was thought, some deep, high        thought. Vision, some vision, I thought, must have come to him. And I     wanted to ask, ‘What is it? What do you see?’

#vasily zhukovsky #russian poetry

[fyodors]

You stood there in silence, your sad gaze full of feeling. It brought to mind the past I loved… your last gaze on earth for me. You vanished, silent angel: your grave, celestial peace! All earth’s memories are there, all the thoughts of heaven, sacred. Heavenly stars, silent night! …

Vasíly Zhukóvsky, '19th March, 1823'

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