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I was involuntarily struck by the aptitude which the Russian displays for accommodating himself to the customs of the people in whose midst he happen… - Mikhail Lermontov
" "I was involuntarily struck by the aptitude which the Russian displays for accommodating himself to the customs of the people in whose midst he happens to be living. I know not whether this mental quality is deserving of censure or commendation, but it proves the incredible pliancy of his mind and the presence of that clear common sense which pardons evil wherever it sees that evil is inevitable or impossible of annihilation.
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About Mikhail Lermontov
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov (October 15, 1814 – July 27, 1841) was a Russian Romantic writer, poet and painter, sometimes called "the poet of the Caucasus", the most important Russian poet after Alexander Pushkin's death in 1837 and the greatest figure in Russian Romanticism. His influence on later Russian literature is still felt in modern times, not only through his poetry, but also through his prose, which founded the tradition of the Russian psychological novel.
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Pen Names:
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Ламвер
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Гр. Диарбекир
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Lerma
Native Name:
Михаилъ Юрьевичъ Лермонтовъ
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Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов
Alternative Names:
Michail Jur'evič Lermontov
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Mikhail I︠U︡rʹevich Lermontov
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Михаи́л Ю́рьевич Ле́рмонтов
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Mikhail Yur'yevich Lermontov
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Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov
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To the earth I gave the earthly tribute Of love, hopes, good and evil; I am ready to begin another life, I am silent and wait: the time has come; I shall leave no brother in this world, And dark and cold embrace My tired soul; Like a premature fruit, deprived of sap, It withered in the storms of fate Under the burning sun of existence.
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