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I sing whatever comes into my head It ll be heard by who it s meant for, and who isn t meant to hear won t understand Free will is the ability to chooseNo I would like to believe so But there are countless limitations and restrictions which make me wonder why we have been granted with it, if we are going to be judged and chastised for our choices This is such an argument of a man, Pechorin, who is often alienated for his nullifying philosophical and vilifying romantic views.There is something superfluous about this story, a superficial one might think I ask you, dear readers Haven t you ever felt superfluous about your life at all If the answer is NO, you better not read this book and also my super superfluous words If the answer is YES, I welcome you to read further, starting with the words of the poet whose words on superfluity are too profound to be categorized as superfluous That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh Whose name appalls the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart What is that spell, that thus his lawless train Confess and envy yet oppose in vain What should it be, that thus their faith can bind The power of Thought the magic of the Mind Linked with success, assumed and kept with skill, That molds another s weakness to its will Wields with their hands, but, still to these unknown, Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own Such hath it been shall be beneath the Sun The many still must labour for the one Tis Nature s doom but let the wretch who toils, Accuse not hate not him who wears the spoils Oh if he knew the weight of splendid chains, How light the balance of his humbler pains George Gordon, Lord ByronOur hero, a character of incompatibility, is not a romantic hero with overwhelming love for his women But, at the same time, his feelings for them are genuine, even if they are only transient The futility of existence and the certainty of death drives him away from the banal lives which others live, to live in an ineffable solitude His fleeting romantic adventures do not give him much hope He was strangely struck by the feminine tenderness and servile relationships Fickle friendships made him disillusioned Triumph over others losses and his being the reason for them made him relish his existence Vanity extends his claws deep inside him But he can t help despising himself There is nowhere he can go There is no love which can absolve him from his troubled life Lost loves make himwretched Friendship has becomeor less an obligation rather than an enchantment Life has become an After Life he is afraid of Duel has become his destiny.No our hero is a romantic hero who sulks in his melancholy for his superfluous life His women feel No he is not an infidel that they are simply being enslaved by his futile pursuits and aimless adventures He is not the one who is meant to be happy With his growing dissatisfaction with his life, everyone gets rid of him or, sometimes, he forces them to But nobody can understand how far he would go, just to take even a last look of his lost love, even if he needs to torment another soul willy nilly Such is the ordeal of our hero.Closing the argument with the preface from the author, A Hero of Our Time, my dear readers, is indeed a portrait, but not of one man It is a portrait built up of all our generation s vices in full bloom You will again tell me that a human being cannot be so wicked, and I will reply that if you can believe in the existence of all the villains of tragedy and romance, why wouldn t believe that there was a Pechorin If you could admire farterrifying and repulsive types, why aren t youmerciful to this character, even if it is fictitious Isn t it because there struth in it than you might wish Note Better read with Nabokov s translation Truly Splendid I decided that I am not going to write anything about this book which is quite amazing and puzzling in its own ways And it is indeed sad what had happened to Lermontov.Check out Florencia s amazing review of this great book. A Hero of Our Time, part swashbuckler, part travelogue, which first appeared in 1839, cleary had an influence over another certain famous Russian writer who sported a great big long grey beard Infact this could quite easily have been written by Tolstoy himself Opening in a vast landscape, the narrator is travelling through the Caucasus, he explains that he is not a novelist, but a travel writer, making notes Think a sort of Paul Theroux type The mountainous region were supposedly fabled, Noah s ark apparently passed by the twin peaks of Mount Elborus Must have been a wonderful spectacle for the elephants, giraffes, and rhinos Beyond the natural border of the River Terek was an alluring and dangerous terrain, where Ossetians, Georgians, Tatars and Chechens harried Russian soldiers and travellers, or offered uncertain alliances But just who could you trust Lermontov s narrator marvels at the purity of the mountain air, and the delights of welcoming a sense of withdrawing from the world But he also feels a sombre and bewildering depth, that the hidden valleys hold a foreboding He meets an old Caucasus hand, a staff captain called Maxim Maximych, who has been in Chechnya for a decade and who warns him about the dangerous ways of the region s inhabitants Maxim Maximych begins to rabble on to his new found friend about the ravishing tale of a young officer he met five years earlier, Pechorin who is now dead had a lively energy and a changeable temperament, he could hunt for days one minute, and hide in his room the next Whilst spending time at Maximych s fort, Bela, the daughter of a Tatar prince caught his eye, casting flirtatious looks at him as one does And even sings him a love song Ahhh, how sweet.This story then involves the Prince s son, who is after the horse of a local bandit, Pechorin offers him a deal He steals the horse, if Bela is delivered to him But after the exchange, the bandit goes looking for blood.Unlike Tolstoy, this is not some huge Russian beast of a novel, as it sits comfortably at under two hundred pages Although there turns out to be three different narrators, the whole thing works well, and is perfectly graspable for anyone who has read any of the old Russian classics Lermontov doesn t beat around the bush when kicking things off, and builds a picture straight away The book makes its points efficiently, in a little amount of time The character of Pechorin was farintriguing than anyone else, and his part of the overall story I found the better What is striking is Lermontov s handling of form, the way Pechorin emerges gradually in a fragmented narrative that anticipates Modernism in its perspectival shifts The book not only pleased Leo, but Gogol, Dostoevsky and Chekhov as well Lermontov deserves to mingle in with this crowd He really wouldn t be out of place He demonstrates that literature is the most beautiful artform when written in this fashion. One of the most interesting, eye opening books I ve read I m not that familiar with Russian literature, but theI read, theI m falling in love with them This book has got to be one of the most extended, sustained meditation on the egotistical mind of a young casanova But strangely, the novel doesn t make me despise its protagonist There is something intriguing, almost refreshing about the calculated cruelty yet disarming honesty of the protagonist He knows he can t commit and says so Then he ponders about the meaning of life and why he was born when he causes the misery of so many around him This book raises the questions of why we do somehow, irrationally, get attracted to such characters As a female reader, I m just amazed by the intricacies of the protagonist s mind and I loved the experience of entering into his psyche with his elaborate schemes to seduce women This is definitely also a great book for those who want to educate themselves on how crafty a casanova s mind can be while some male readers may secretly admire the protagonist s antics and admit him to be a hero of our time I highly recommend it I started reading this book in ebook form because I was so eager to get to it, prompted by the references in the notes of Sasha Sokolov s Between Dog and Wolf which I d just finished So imagine the following scenario I m reading Lermontov s book on my kindle, I m listening to Mussorgsky s Night on Bare Mountain prompted by another Sokolov reference, and I ve got a google map open on my iPad in order to follow the path Lermontov s narrator takes northwards from Tbilisi across the bare and brutal Caucasus mountains in a post chaise drawn by three horses while a fierce storm rages and avalanches threaten to block the mountain passes through which he travels As my eyes scroll the kindle screen, I highlight each place mentioned and then mark the spot on the google map, and I continue to do that as I read about the characters further journeys eastwards towards the Caspian Sea, and westwards towards the Black Sea, until finally the action ends somewhere in the middle near the town of Pyatigorsk, in a scene where an exhausted horse drops dead on a mountain path A hero of his time indeed Back in our time, I take a screen shot of my map, and mark up the path I d followed in the tracks of all those exhausted horses And as I do that, I think about that extra layer of record we all engage in every day, via selfies, food shots, travel shots, plus multiple other ways we use our always ready to shoot cameras, though they contain no film, but nevertheless record the film of our lives, a documentary that will exist long after after we ourselves have left the frame view spoiler hide spoiler [ FREE PDF ] ⚉ Герой нашего времени ♺ In Its Adventurous Happenings, Its Abductions, Duels, And Sexual Intrigues, A Hero Of Our Time Looks Backward To The Tales Of Sir Walter Scott And Lord Byron, So Beloved By Russian Society In The S And S In The Character Of Its Protagonist, Pechorin, The Archetypal Russian Antihero, Lermontov S Novel Looks Forward To The Subsequent Glories And Passion Of Russian Literature That It Helped, In Great Measure, To Make Possible I ve been meaning to read this one for a while It s one of those Russian classics that s always on those lists A Hero of Our Time has an interesting format It s split into sections but these sections are all very different and sometimes don t even involve our hero Pechorin This is all well and good but for a novel that s under 200 pages you d think that Lermontov would have actually focused on some sort of plot instead of piss arseing around with the structure Not to mention that this novel is basically Caucasus fanfiction At points you d think Lermontov got off with the mountains or something the way he writes about them It s like Tolkien and his blades of fucking grass However, eventually the story does actually being at some point near the end and we are presented with an enjoyable and classic love story, Russian style which is shorthand for death Why would you read this Well because it s basically Russian literature s equivalent of David Copperfield and the main character, Pechorin, is a whiny cunt I mean he hates everything and is constantly complaining about women and life and life and women, he s basically the Russian Holden Caulfield but without the brother issues I saw a lot of myself in Pechorin Which worried me slightly. ForewordIntroductionAcknowledgementsSuggestions for Further ReadingMap A Hero of Our Time Notes Heros de notretemps A Hero of Our Time, Mikhail Lermontov A Hero of Our Time Russian , Geroy nashego vremeni is a novel by Mikhail Lermontov, written in 1839, published in 1840, and revised in 1841.It is an example of the superfluous man novel, noted for its compelling Byronic hero or antihero Pechorin and for the beautiful descriptions of the Caucasus There are several English translations, including one by Vladimir Nabokov and Dmitri Nabokov in 1958 1982 1331 246 1388 9789643516000 224 1391 190 9789640015162 19 1357 313 Heros de notretemps 19 1392 228 19 There is something in A Hero of Our Time that even time is powerless to destroy The novel is full of everlasting feelings and motives that ruled human beings in ancient times and keep ruling now I was so delighted to be so high above the world it was a childlike feeling, I won t deny it, but withdrawing from the demands of society, and drawing near to nature, we become children without meaning to, and everything that has been acquired falls away from the soul and it becomes as it once was, and probably will be once again Feeling affinity with nature always makes one purer and nobler but civilization doesn t let one go and demands to obey its conventions in the end Yes, such has been my lot since early childhood Everyone would read on my face evil signs that weren t even there But they were assumed to be there, and so they were born in me I was modest and I was accused of craftiness I started to be secretive I had deep feelings of good and evil No one caressed me everyone insulted me I became rancorous I was sullen other children were merry and chatty I felt myself to be superior to them and I was made inferior I grew envious I was prepared to love the whole world and no one understood me and I learned to hate My colorless youth elapsed in a struggle with myself and the world And anyone who doesn t want to abide by social restrictions is destined to become an odd man a man for whom there is no place among the others I have already surpassed that period in a soul s life when it seeks only happiness, when the heart feels a necessity to love someone strongly and ardently Now I only want to be loved, and at that, only by a very few But if one is strange he is bound to remain a stranger Zaman m z n Bir Kahraman was published in 1840 It is Mikhail Lermontov s only complete prose work The novel begins relatively simple with a portrayal of Pechorin The beginning it s written in a third person perspective After this it turns in to a diary perspective of Pechorin, so to speak, so the reader gets to know him Above all, there is the slightly satirical depiction of the society in Russia in the early nineteenth century The climax is the highly readable duel of Pechorin and Grushnidzki at the end of the novel Also Lermontov anticipated with his own fate, he died in a duel with his rival Nikolai Martynov in 1841 at the age of 26 years The complex character of the protagonist reveals itself through five interconnected short stories The novel is exciting and witty and reads in spite of its content always entertaining and enchanted incidentally with beautiful landscapes and nature depictions of the Caucasus But only the capture of the reader for the evil hero makes Lermontov s novel to a brilliant masterpiece