| 1852 y. |
The last four years of his life, Gogol lived in Moscow, in a house on Nikitsky Boulevard.It was there, according to legend, he burned the second volume of "Dead Souls".The house belonged to Count A.AP. Tolstoy, who sheltered in their ever-unsettled and lonely writer and did everything to make it feel free and comfortable.Gogol lived with his creativity, for the sake of it, he was doomed to poverty.
All his property was limited to "the smallest suitcase.The second volume of "Dead Souls", the chief work of the writer`s life, the result of his religious quest, was to be completed soon.It was a work in which he had put the whole truth about Russia, all my love to her."My work is great, my feat Savior!" - Gogol friends.However, in the writer`s life reached a turning point.It all began in January 1852, when she died E.
Khomyakova, wife of Gogol`s friend.He considered it worthy of a woman.And after her death, confessed to his confessor, Archpriest Matthew Constantine: "I was found the fear of death.". Since then, Nikolai constantly thinking about death, complaining of fatigue.All the same father, Matthew demanded that he leave the literary works and, finally, to think about their spiritual condition.From the perspective of modern psychiatry suggests that Gogol was psychoneurosis.
Perhaps this prompted Nikolai Vasilyevich make the strangest act in his biography.On the night of 12 February 24 1852 he called his servant and commanded to bring the seeds of a portfolio, in which he kept notebooks with the continuation of "Dead Souls".Under the plea servants not to destroy the manuscript, Gogol put the notebook in the fireplace and lit their candles, and Simeon said: "None of your business! Pray! "Morning Gogol, apparently, he struck his outburst," said Count Tolstoy: "That`s what I did! I wanted to burn some of the things a long time for something cooked, and burnt all.
How wicked is strong - that`s why he pushed me! And I was there a lot of sense to understand and explained.I thought I`d send out to friends as a keepsake for the notebook: Let them do what they wanted.Now all is lost.Literary critics agree that the loss of the second volume of poems - a real tragedy for the whole of world literature.
|
|