God forbid I go crazy.
No, it's easier to staff in scrip;
No, easier work and smooth.
Not that my mind
I treasured; not that with him
Was not happy to part.
When would they leave me
In the wild, as if briskly I
Set off into the dark forest!
I would sing in fiery delirium,
I would forget myself in a daze
Discordant, wonderful dreams.
And I would listen to the waves
And I would look, full of happiness,
To empty skies
And I would be strong, free,
Like a whirlwind digging fields
Breaking forests.
Yes, that's the trouble: go crazy,
And you'll be as scary as the plague
As soon as you get locked up
Put on the chain of a fool
And through the bars like an animal
They will tease you.
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God forbid I go crazy. No, it's easier to stick and scrip; No, easier work and smooth. Not that I valued my mind; not that I was not happy to part with him: If they would leave me In the wild, how briskly I would set off into the dark forest! I would sing in fiery delirium, I would forget myself in the fumes of Discordant, wondrous dreams. And I would listen to the waves, And I would look, full of happiness, In empty skies; And I would be strong, free, Like a whirlwind digging fields, Breaking forests. Yes, here's the trouble: go crazy, And you'll be as terrible as the plague, They'll just lock you up, They'll put you on a chain of a fool, And through the bars, like a beast, they'll come to tease you.
Date of creation: October-November 1833
Analysis of Pushkin's poem "God forbid I go crazy ..."
The poem "God forbid I go crazy ..." still does not have an exact date. Literary critics often refer to the interval between 1830 and 1835. Researchers of Pushkin's lyrics mention several events that could serve as a pretext for writing a work. Consider only a couple of key versions. First, a visit to the mentally ill Batyushkov, a poet whom in his youth he considered one of his mentors, made a strong impression on Alexander Sergeevich. The second is that while in Boldin, Pushkin became closely acquainted with the work of the English author Barry Cornwall, who for twenty years served as an inspector of a lunatic asylum and dedicated many works to the theme of insanity. Among them are the poems "The Girl from Provence" and "Martian Column".
The text under consideration can, with a certain degree of conventionality, be divided into three parts. The first stanza reflects emotional condition a person who is afraid to go crazy. The probable loss of reason for him is a terrible misfortune, worse than wandering in poverty through cities and towns, than hunger. At the same time, he understands that not everyone treats madness as negatively - there are people who consider it a blessing. The following are the two sides of mental disorder: romantic and realistic. In an ideal world, a mentally unhealthy person has unlimited freedom. His perception of reality is fundamentally different from how normal people perceive it. This conflict leads to negative consequences. Society wants to isolate itself from the madman. AT real life, and not in an ideal world, madmen often find themselves under lock and key, as Pushkin says closer to the end of the poem:
... Just you will be locked up,
Put on the chain of a fool
And through the bars like an animal
They will tease you.
Followers of romanticism were inclined to perceive madness as a state close to poetic inspiration. Alexander Sergeevich in the work “God forbid I go crazy ...” argues with them. For a madman, complete unity with nature is natural. He does not see it as something special, amazing. The poet dissolves in nature, wanting to get inspiration. For him, this merger is a great value. "Disordered dreams", in the power of which the madman resides, are alien to the system. As for the poet, he puts the received impressions into a certain form, subordinating them to the chosen images, rhymes, rhythms.
Pushkin's happiness.
In 1833, Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin wrote the poem "God forbid I go crazy." It is believed that the poem reflects the tragic attitude of the poet in those years. Probably, the authors of this version (and their adherents) were misled by the first line of the poem (it's also the title) with an appeal to God for help.
The biographies of the poet from the time of Soviet (and post-Soviet) textbooks unanimously asserted that the poet’s life was not easy, that he waged a constant struggle with oppression from the tsarist censorship, with opposition to public opinion, with the all-seeing eye of police supervision, with disapproving condemnation of the townsfolk , with all sorts of hardships - this caused Pushkin to have gloomy thoughts that could drive him crazy.
Undoubtedly, the Poet's life was not easy, he was exhausted by material difficulties, the profession of a writer did not bring much income, the family grew: his two children, plus two unmarried sisters of Natalia Nikolaevna living with the Pushkins, financial assistance to his younger brother Leo, expenses for compulsory attendance at palace balls, payment for rented housing ... sometimes there was no money at all and you had to get into new debts - all this kept Pushkin in suspense, but not so much that he began to complain about fate and mental disorders. Alexander Sergeevich was not a melancholic and neurasthenic, he was by nature a lover of life and even in adversity he knew how to find the bright side.
Therefore, my view of the poem is more optimistic.
I am sure that the poet wrote not about the rainy days in his life, but about his happiness, but about the fact that Alexander Sergeevich was happy in family life For some reason everyone forgets.
By 1833, Pushkin already had two children: a one-year-old daughter Masha and a pet Sasha born in July, his wife is still an angel for him, his mother-in-law, seeing his love for his wife and children, became kinder to her son-in-law, friends continued to idolize, the poet's poetic gift flourished.
In 1833, Pushkin had a new upsurge of inspiration - the second "Boldino autumn". Only a person inspired by happiness could write in a short time many works that have become textbooks for us. Some poems were written more than 20, among them the magnificent "Autumn" (October has already come, the grove is already shaking off). In the same 1833, Pushkin wrote two fairy tales: "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" and "The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs", created almost everything in three days " Bronze Horseman"(marks on the manuscript on October 29, 30 and 31 - 5 hours 5 minutes), wrote the main text of the "History of Pugachev" in rough draft, compiled "Songs of the Western Slavs", wrote the poem "Angelo". chapter) and Queen of Spades"(finished by 1834). In the same year, Pushkin began the notes "Thoughts on the Road" - about Radishchev and his "Journey from St. Petersburg to Moscow", by the end of 1833 the first entries of the "Diary" appeared (a surviving notebook No. 2).
Life pleased the poet. There are still four years before the terrible 1837, but who knew about it! Pushkin's special joy is his family, his source of inspiration and relaxation, his outlet, his paradise, his happiness!
Pushkin spent his whole life searching for his happiness. Having numerous love affairs big number beloved (Natalya Nikolaevna was one hundred and thirteenth), he believed that he did not know happiness. He wanted to marry, but only with one that would combine important (in his understanding of happiness) qualities: beauty, youth, intelligence and spiritual purity. He was lucky, he found such qualities in Natalya Nikolaevna Goncharova.
From Pushkin's letter to his wife: "I had to marry you, because all my life I would be unhappy without you."
Pushkin sought his happiness for two years. Seeing Natalya Goncharova, he fell in love with her once and for all. Four months later, having established himself in his feelings, he made her an offer of marriage, but Natalya was only 16, and the proposal was rejected. Pushkin wrote to Natalie's mother: "I fell in love with her, my head was spinning, I made an offer, your answer, for all its uncertainty, drove me crazy for a moment .."
Two years later, a new attempt. This time, consent was obtained. In a letter to Pleshcheev, Pushkin says that he received from Natalia a "pretty little letter" in which she "promises to marry me without a dowry." The long-awaited marriage to his beloved girl and future changes in his personal life pleasantly excited Pushkin and aroused in him a thirst for life and activity!
For the sake of family happiness, Pushkin pledged the Kistenevo estate (and 200 serf souls) inherited from his father, for which he received 38 thousand rubles, 17 thousand of which went to equipping a personal nest on the 2nd floor in the apartment of the Khitrovo house on the Arbat - for the happiness of his beloved woman money is not a pity!
On February 18, 1831, Pushkin became a married man. He enthusiastically writes to his friends: “I am married and happy, my only desire is that nothing in my life has changed - I can’t wait for the best. This state is so new to me that it seems I have been reborn.”
If before his marriage, in a letter to Vyazemsky, Pushkin wrote: "Is it true that Baratynsky is getting married? I'm afraid for his mind," then, having fallen in love with Natalya, he himself was "ready to go crazy." But this is while he was seeking his chosen one!
Being in family happiness, he realized that going crazy (even from happiness) means losing him! But Pushkin could not allow such a loss: anything, even "staff and scrip", "work and happiness", even other hardships and trials, but not the loss of happiness. And happiness for Pushkin is the love of Natalia Nikolaevna and children, that is, his family! He wrote to Pletnev about this: "My desire is that nothing in my life should change - I can't wait for the best."
He was not afraid for his mind ("Not that my mind / I valued;"), he was afraid of losing what was dear to him.
The madman is also in a state of happiness, but in an idyllic and unconscious state, and does not understand his state. But Pushkin wanted to feel his happiness, to feel it, to touch it, to immerse himself in it with his head and bliss in it!
Life outside the walls of the house was different: the beauty of Natalya Nikolaevna caused ambiguous judgments. Someone admired, for example, the sovereign Nikolai Pavlovich and his wife, and someone spread evil gossip, such as Idalia Poletika and Countess Nesselrode. Pushkin was proud of his “wife”, he did not look for a soul in her, admired, patronized, cared for, instructed and consoled.
Leaving on business, he bombarded her with letters in which he confessed how bored and sick he was without a family and did not get tired of declaring his love: "take care of yourself, my angel!"
Pushkin passionately desired to surround Natalya Nikolaevna with things worthy of her beauty and inner purity, but constant lack of money weighed on his soul, oh, if these tormenting thoughts "... would leave me / In the wild, how briskly I / Set off into the dark forest!"
Free, light, joyful, playful...!
Then his happiness would be even fuller and deeper: "I would sing in a fiery delirium, / I would forget myself in a haze / Discordant, wonderful dreams. / And I would listen to the waves, / And I would look, full of happiness ... / "
These figurative enumerations are about being in a state of Love, and not escaping from harsh reality into a fantasy world.
There is another reason why the author asked God "not to let him go crazy" - he was afraid for his loved ones. After all, if, hypothetically, he goes crazy and "... they will lock him up / They will put him on a chain of a fool / And they will come through the bars like an animal / They will tease you", then, seeing this bleak and terrible picture, his relatives (wife, children, relatives, friends) will lose their own happiness. The sight of a hunted madman will forever deprive them of peace and joy. Pushkin did not want them to suffer. Not for myself - it's scary for them! Therefore, the request coming from the depths of the soul:
God forbid I go crazy.
No, it's easier to stick and scrip;
No, easier work and smooth.
Not that my mind
I treasured; not that with him
Was not happy to part.
When would they leave me
In the wild, as if briskly I
Set off into the dark forest!
I would sing in fiery delirium,
I would forget myself in a daze
Discordant, wonderful dreams.
And I would listen to the waves
And I would look, full of happiness,
To empty skies
And I would be strong, free,
Like a whirlwind digging fields
Breaking forests.
Yes, that's the trouble: go crazy,
And you'll be as scary as the plague
As soon as you get locked up
Put on the chain of a fool
And through the bars like an animal
They will tease you.
1833
ill. - Hood. Popova I.N. "A.S. Pushkin in the family circle." h., m. 1987.
Reviews
Mita, or maybe Pushkin was afraid of "going crazy," like Bezobrazov, who took up arms against the tsar because he took his wife with his power on their wedding night? Bezobrazov was exiled by the sovereign to the Caucasus, and the poet wrote in his diary that Bezobrazov seemed to have "lost his mind." Maybe Pushkin was afraid of "going crazy" like Chaadaev, who published "Philosophical Letter" in the autumn of 1836 and who deserved from the same sovereign a lifetime of seclusion in his own house and assigned to him, the "crazy" philosopher, supposedly a doctor?
"Yes, here's the trouble: go crazy,
And you'll be as scary as the plague
As soon as you get locked up
Put on the chain of a fool
And through the bars like an animal
They will tease you."
