It was Pushkin who died in a duel with the gangster Dantes
"The heart of Russia will not forget you, just like we cannot forget our first love!" (Chutche) Husband), in the extremely cold winter of 1837, on the banks of the Little Black River outside Petersburg, Pushkin, the "Sun of Russian Poetry", stood on the snow, facing the sharp cold wind, his eyes fixed on a figure in front of him At this time, Pushkin was about to have an ancient medieval duel with a French royalist, the last nobleman Dantes. Today, people will always ask questions about this duel: "Is this duel inevitable?" Despite this, The question has no effect on history, but it is indeed crucial in exploring the poet's character and situation at that time. Yes, this duel is absolutely unavoidable for Pushkin, and Dantes is absolutely unavoidable for Pushkin. His wife's repeated teasing and insults, coupled with the instigation of the Tsarist Russian authorities who had been hostile to Pushkin for a long time, for the honor of himself and his wife, and to protect the flag of the Russian spirit he advocated from being tarnished, Pushkin had to stand between life and death. On the death duel ground.
Under the notarization of the intermediary, Dantes won the right to shoot first. Under the deathly silence, a clear gunshot sounded. Pushkin, who had defeated a duel before, was not so lucky this time. "The implacable and glorious prisoner, seeing his doom at hand, in the duel, strong and calm, prepared to meet the fatal lead." The verse finally became reality, and he was hit by the bullet in the lungs. , instantly blood soaked the snow around him, and a thin body fell heavily to the ground. Although he was shot and fell to the ground at the same time, a shot was also fired. Dantes was also injured, but Dantes's injury was But it wasn't serious, and Pushkin's wound was fatal. In other words, even Dantes was dead at that time. What's the use? Can ten hundred Dantes be exchanged for a century wizard? No wonder someone exclaimed sadly and angrily: "Dantes killed Pushkin out of jealousy because he couldn't write poetry." The wife who was eagerly waiting for his return at home finally saw her husband stained with blood. "Wait until I recover from my injury." Come again," the poet who never admitted defeat said with difficulty. Unfortunately, he was jealous of talents and did not fulfill his promise. A few days later, this great poet who was hailed by Gorky as the "Father of Russian Literature" left his beloved forever. And devoted great affection to the motherland, as Belinsky said, "Pushkin wrote Russia for Russia" and in the end he himself dedicated his life for Russia.
The poet died, in the hands of the humble Dantes, and even more in the conspiracy of the tsarist nobles who hated him. As soon as the bad news of Pushkin's death came out, the whole of Russia was shocked, and the Russian people fell into great grief. They cried for Pushkin, for the most active revolutionaries besides professional revolutionaries, and for Russia's lost national treasure. Thousands of people flocked to the poet's residence, vying to see the poet's last remains and bid him a final farewell. Looking at the world, the death of any literati can attract such attention from the people and gain such love from the people. This is This kind of scene probably only appeared after the death of our Mr. Lu Xun, but Pushkin was very lonely when he was finally buried. The guilty Tsar was afraid that the people's spontaneous mourning would lead to large-scale demonstrations and protests that would threaten their rule, so the authorities only A friend of the poet was sent to escort the poet's body secretly to the village of Mikhailovsk. Under the careful arrangements of the ruler, no one except the gods and gravediggers could witness the poet's final farewell to the world. A scene, but does it matter? The tombstone is just the residence of his body, but his soul has already gained eternal life. Hundreds of years later, who will still remember Nicholas and who will still remember Dantes, but Pushkin will always be resurrected and live among thousands of people. In the hearts of all the people who loved him, the people loved him because he loved the people.
I am reminded again of his great ode to freedom:
"You arbitrary devil! I hate you and your throne,"
I see with cruel joy your death. and the destruction of your children,
People will read the mark of the people's curse on your forehead,
You are a disaster to the world and a shame to nature,
You are a reproach to God!”