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The novel "Eugene Onegin," Pushkin wrote for 8 years. It describes the events of the first quarter of the XIX century, that is, the creation and duration of the novel about the same. Reading it, we understand that the novel is unique, because earlier in the world literature there was not a single novel in verse. Lyrical-epic genre of works involves the intertwining of two subjects - the epic, the protagonists of which Onegin and Tatiana, and lyrical, where the main character - a character called the author, ie the lyrical hero of the novel."Eugene Onegin" - a realistic novel. realism method assumes there is no job, clear the original development plan of action: images of the characters do not develop simply by the will of the author, caused by the development of psychological and historical features that are inherent in the images. Concluding chapter VIII, the author himself emphasizes this feature of the novel:And the distance free novelI through the magic crystalStill unclear discern.Having defined the novel as "a motley assembly of heads," Pushkin emphasizes another essential feature of realistic works: the novel as a kind of "open" in time, each chapter could be the last, but it may have a sequel. Thus, the reader's attention is focused on the intrinsic value of each chapter.Unique this novel does and what breadth of reality, much of a description of distinctive features of the era, its flavor acquired such importance and authenticity, the novel became an encyclopedia of Russian life of 20-ies of the last century. Reading the novel, we, as an encyclopedia, can learn everything about that era: how dressed and that was in vogue ( "wide bolivar" Onegin and crimson takes Tatiana) menu prestigious restaurants that proceeded in the theater (ballet Didlo).Throughout the novel, and in the lyrical digressions poet shows all layers of Russian society at that time: the highest light St. Petersburg, Moscow nobility, landed gentry, the peasantry. This allows us to speak of "Eugene Onegin" as a genuinely national product.Petersburg at that time gathered the best Russian minds. There "glittering Fonvizin", artists - Knyazhin, Istomin. The author is well known and loved St. Petersburg, he is accurate descriptions, without forgetting about the "salt of the secular anger," "about Nahal necessary." Through the eyes of a resident of the capital shows us Moscow - "fair bride." Describing the Moscow nobility, Pushkin often sarcastic: in the living room, he notices "incoherent, vulgar nonsense." But at the same time the poet loves to Moscow, the heart of Russia: "Moscow ... how much of this sound for the Russian heart merged" (Muscovite read these lines should be twice as nice).

Ordering strangeness
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And dramatically cooled mind.
I was angry, he was morose;
Passion play, we both knew;
Tomila life both of us;
In both heart glow faded;
Both were expected to rage
Blind Fortune and men
On the morning of the day.
XLVI

Who lived and thought, he can not
The soul does not despise men;
Those who felt that disturbs
Ghost irrevocable days:
Tom is no more charm,
Togo serpent memories
Togo remorse gnaws.
This often gives
Most of the charm of conversation.
First Onegin language
I was confused; but I'm used to
To his acrimonious dispute
And joke with gall halves,
And anger gloomy epigrams.
XLVII

As part of the summer at times,
When the transparent and light
The night sky over Nevoyu8
And the glass of water fun
It does not reflect the face of Diana,
Vospomnya years old novels,
Vospomnya old love,
Sensitive, careless again,
Breath nights supportive
Silently we reveled!
As in forest green from prison
Moved convict sleepy,
So carried away, we dream
By the beginning of the life of the young.
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"Eugene Onegin". Illustration to the first verse of Chapter XLVIII. Figure Pushkin. 1824.
XLVIII

With the soul, full of regrets,
And resting on granite,
It was thoughtfully Eugene,
As he described himself piit9.
All was quiet; a night
Echoes hour,
Yes droshkies remote knock
With a million suddenly heard;
Only a boat, waving their oars,
Floating on the river dormant:
And we are captivated away
Horn and daring song ...
But the sweeter of the night fun,
Chant Torkvatovyh octaves!
XLIX

Adriatic waves
About Brent! I not see you
And, again, full of inspiration,
I hear the voice of your magic!
It is sacred to Apollo grandchildren;
As the proud lyre of Albion
He is familiar to me, he told me mother.
Italy golden Nights
I enjoyed bliss in the wild,
With Venetian old,
That talkative, the dumb,
Sailing in a mysterious gondola;
With it will find my mouth
The language of Petrarch and love.