Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If you are free, you can throw both.
Sandel Petofi
Pushkin's poem Ode to Freedom
Get out of the way. Don't wriggle in front of me.
You exquisite queen of Sisala!
Where are you, growling at the emperor,
And a proud singer who sings freedom?
Come on, rip the crown off my head,
Break my gentle harp ...
I want to sing the strong voice of freedom to the world.
Attacking the lust and evil traces of the throne.
Show me the great Gaul.
The tall footprints you stepped on,
It is your heart that has suffered glory and suffering.
Inspire him to sing hymns and fight bravely.
Loved by an impermanent fate,
The tyrant of the world! Tremble!
And you, cheer up, please listen,
Fallen slaves, stand up bravely!
Alas! Wherever I look—
Chains are ringing everywhere, whips are flying all over the sky,
The law is being fatally humiliated,
The enslaved have weak tears;
All eyes are the power of no way.
Taking advantage of the dense fog in Jaken.
Ascend to the throne-this terrible slave genius,
This ominous evil desire for glory.
Only there, people's sorrow.
It won't be on the emperor's head-
Strong laws and sacred freedom.
A place of close integration;
Only the solid shield of law can protect everyone,
The citizens clenched their loyal fists,
Indiscriminately put the sword of law
Waving on the head of equality;
Only by holding high the arm of justice
Fight despicable crimes condescendingly;
Whether it's greed, meanness or fear,
There is no way to get this hand back.
Ruler! It's the law, not God.
Only in this way can athletes be crowned and enthroned;
Now you step on people,
The eternal law is above you.
Woe to all countries,
If the law dozes off and neglects its duties,
If the people and the emperor
How can you play with the law at will!
Come and testify for me, I beg you,
Ah, martyrs of glorious mistakes,
The noisy storm just blew,
But you dropped the emperor's head for your ancestors.
In front of the speechless offspring,
King Louis got up silently and went to die.
The crown's head hangs over
On the bloody guillotine of treachery.
The law is speechless ... the people are speechless,
The axe of crime is about to be cut down. ...
So the Gauls were tied up,
Wearing the executioner's purple robe.
You tyrannical and heartless villain!
I hate you and your throne,
Watching you and your disciples die one after another,
My chest is full of cruel joy.
Will appear on your forehead.
People curse your brand,
You are a disgrace to nature, the god of plague,
You are a disgrace to God in the world.
When the dark sky on the Neva River
Shine with the brilliant stars at midnight,
When people's carefree minds
Hanging with a string of quiet dreams,
A thoughtful singer is staring.
Sleep in the fog.
A palace that has long been forgotten and abandoned,
It belongs to the ruins of the tyrant's famine ...
He heard the terrible cry of Creoles.
On the other side of this terrible wall,
The scene before Ka Regula died,
Come alive before his eyes,
He saw-wearing ribbons and medals,
Drunk, intoxicated with wine and evil desires,
A group of murderers walked mysteriously,
A full face of arrogance and disdain from the bottom of my heart.
The traitor sentry remained silent,
The high suspension bridge slipped quietly,
Take advantage of the night to buy off the rebellion
Has opened the door of the palace. ...
Shame on you, what a tragic scene today!
Fierce mutinous soldiers came like wild animals! ……
The despicable attack happened at this time. ...
The villain with the crown is dead.
Today's emperors have learned a lesson:
Whether it's punishment or reward,
The blood in prison, or the god on the altar,
Not your solid barrier.
Please lower your head first,
Under the reliable protection of the law,
The eternal guardian of the throne,
Will be the peace and freedom of the people.
Pushkin 1799 was born in a noble family in Moscow, and his poems began to appear during his school days. 18 17, Pushkin worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs after graduation. Under the influence of party member in December, Pushkin wrote many political lyric poems during this period, criticizing the autocratic system, eulogizing freedom and sympathizing with people's misfortunes, such as Ode to Freedom (18 17 Pushkin's political lyrics had a great influence, so he was exiled to Yugoslavia and Russia by the czar government. In the later period of exile in the south, Pushkin was exiled to his mother's territory and has been under house arrest. He broke off contact with the December Party, but approached the rural life under serfdom with ordinary Russian people. In these two years, he often went to the market to listen to people from far away talking and singing, and paid attention to collecting folk stories. In the past two years, Pushkin has created many excellent works, such as "Send to the Sea" and "If Life Deceives You" and dozens of lyric poems. When he was under house arrest in the village, the party member Uprising broke out in Petersburg in1February, and the new czar Nicholas I came to power to woo poets and decided to recall Moscow to serve him. At this time, Pushkin wrote many poems enthusiastically praising party member's lofty aspirations in December, and "The Convict Sent to Siberia" is famous far and wide. Pushkin married Postlova and settled in Petersburg. His actions are still monitored by the czar's government. At this time, there are still outstanding works in Pushkin's creation, such as novels The Captain's Daughter, Shovel the Queen, lyric poems To the Poet, Autumn and Monument, etc. In the mid-1930s, the contradiction between Pushkin and power intensified day by day. At this time, Dante, an exiled aristocrat in France, teased and insulted his wife in every way, and defended his honor with his wife. Pushkin had to stand up and live on the battlefield of honor.1On February 8, 837, Pushkin suffered a severe lung injury in a duel with Dante, and died two days later.