Lensky and Onegin: a comparative characteristic. Onegin and Lensky, the table

Ah, my dear Alexander Sergeyevich! Has your pen written something more perfect than the living and eternal novel "Eugene Onegin"? Have you invested in him most of yourself, your furious inspiration, all your poetic passion?

But did not you, oh, slumber, the immortal classic, saying that Onegin has nothing to do with you? Are not the features of his character peculiar to you? Is not your "melancholy" on it, is it not your disappointment? Do not you call your "black epigrams" your enemies?

And Lensky! Right, how he looks like you, in love, young! On you - another, on that you, whom you did not dare open the world to anymore ...

Lensky and Onegin ... The comparative characteristic of both of them is yours, O immortal Alexander Sergeevich, a motley and lively portrait on the wall of poetry. Do you agree with the idea of such audacity?

However, however that may be, allow me, in view of your silence, to each admirer of your genius to draw your own conclusions by letting your own fantasy fly.

We will compare and compare the two bright heroes of "Eugene Onegin", barely touching the faces of your personality directly. In order to avoid obsessive parallels between you, sir, and the characters of your poem, we will do our best to perform a dry statement of their vivid characteristics.

Characteristics of Onegin and Lensky

So, Onegin. Beautiful, clever, staten. In the description of his Petersburg daily routine, kind Alexander Sergeevich, we find your lines about not less than three hours spent by them at mirrors in prihoshashiny. You even compare it with a dressed like a young lady, hurrying to the ball. Perfume, lipstick, haircut for fashion. A dandy, a pedant and a dandy. Always elegant in clothes. And, by the way, it will be said, nails-with ... He, like you, sir, spends a lot of time at the dressing table, taking care of them.

Alas, all the actions he makes on himself in order to be attractive are just a tribute to the secular habit. He has long cooled to the opposite sex, disappointed in love. He did not want to like women at all. No! Love has long been replaced by the "art of seduction", which, however, does not bring any satisfaction.

Secular parties for a long time have lost all taste for him. At balls he happens often, but by inertia, from boredom and from there is nothing to do. The social circle of communication is boring to him. All disgusted, tired! But, not knowing the other life, he continues to drag on the habitual way of life. No friends, no love, no interest in life.

The image of thought, the perception of Onegin - everything you subject, Alexander Sergeyevich, ruthless "Russian melancholy," or depression. An immeasurable inner emptiness, a lack of dreams, boredom, desolation. At the same time, the vivacity of a cold, sober mind, the absence of cynicism, nobility.

His prosaicness you emphasize by the inability to "distinguish between iambic horseradish," and his preference for Scott Smith, with his political economy books, only confirms the presence of unprepossess accurate thinking.

It's Lensky!

What evil muse visited you, Alexander Sergeyevich, when you drove your so different heroes in friendly bonds? Could the relationship between Lensky and Onegin not lead to tragedy? Your Lensky ...

Handsome, but handsome differently than Onegin. You endow it with natural beauty of features, long, dark, curly hair. Inspirational view of the poet and a living, ardent heart, an open world.

Vladimir Lensky is sensitive to the perception of nature and the universe as a whole. In everything "suspecting miracles," he understands and feels the world in his own way. The idealist, the right word!

The eighteen-year-old dreamer in love believes in the existence of his second half, which awaits him and languishes. In a faithful, loyal friendship and "sacred family", like you, the venerable Alexander Sergeyevich, you were pleased to call the Holy Trinity.

Onegin and Lensky. Table

By his own pen, describing the relationship between Onegin and Lensky, you compare them with the union of water and stone, flame and ice, poetry and prose. How different they are!

Lensky and Onegin. Comparative characteristics

You would have liked, the ruler of the muses, to play these two beautiful young men in a sad game, to this day prompting the reader to sprinkle the pages of your great novel with tears. You make friends with their friendship, first "from nothing to do", but after closer. And then hard-hearted ...

No, better in order. So, they are coming together: Lensky and Onegin. The comparative characteristics of these two, typical for yours, Alexander Sergeevich, of the heroes' time, can only be complete when describing their friendship.

So, contradictions are encountered, as the English proverb says . At first they are boring to each other because of dissimilarity of judgment. But after a while this difference turns into a magnet attracting opposites. Each thesis becomes the cause of lively disputes and discussions between friends, each dispute turns into an object of deep reflection. Perhaps none of them accepted the comrade's positions, but they also maintained interest and respect for the flow of another's thought. Listening to Lensky, Onegin does not interrupt his youthful naive judgments, poems and ancient tales. Being a disappointed realist, he does not hurry to reproach Vladimir for idealizing people and the world.

The similarity of heroes

Daily joint horse walks, dinners by the fireplace, wine and talks bring young people together. And, at the same time, with the passage of time, the similarities between Onegin and Lensky are revealed. Giving them such bright features, you, the ruler of the pen, tear them from the usual circle of rural communication, with boring conversations about the kennels, your own relatives and other nonsense. The education of the main characters, which is one of the few common traits for both of them, makes them yawn in the circle of the rural nobility.

Two fates, two love

Onegin older than Lensky five or six years. To this conclusion, you can come, proceeding from what you indicated, the precious Alexander Sergeevich, twenty-six years old at the end of the novel ... When kneeling, he wept from love at her feet ... at Tatiana's feet ... But, no. All in order.

Oh, great connoisseur of the human soul, oh, the subtlest psychologist of deep feelings! Your pen reveals to Onygin's dead soul a bright, pure ideal of a young virgin - Tatyana Larina. Her young, tender passion is thrown before him in a frank letter that you ascribe to him to preserve for life as a testimony to the possibility of sincerity and beauty of feelings, in which he no longer believed. Alas, his moping hardened heart was not ready to reciprocate. He tries to avoid meeting with Tatiana after talking with her, in which she refuses to her high feelings.

Parallel to this unbalanced love, you develop the feelings of Vladimir Lensky to Tatyana's sister - Olga. Oh, how unlike those two love, like Lensky and Onegin themselves. Comparative characteristics of these two feelings would be superfluous. Love Olga and Vladimir is full of chaste passion, poetry, young inspiration. Naive Lensky, sincerely wishing happiness to a friend, tries to push him into Tatiana's arms, calling her on her name-day. Knowing the dislike of Onegin to noisy tricks, he promises him a close family circle, without unnecessary guests.

Revenge, honor and duel

Oh, how much effort does Evgeny make to hide his furious indignation, when, having agreed, he ends up on a provincial ball with many guests, instead of the promised family dinner. But what is more, he is indignant with Tatiana's confusion at the meeting with him at the place prepared for him ... in front of her. Lenski knew! Everything is arranged!

Onegin, rightly, did not want what your Alexander Sergeyevich prepared, an inexorable pen, when he took revenge on Lensky for his deception! When he dragged his beloved Olga into her arms in the dance, when she whispered to her freedom in his ear, he gave a gentle look. Cynically and short-sightedly appealing to the jealousy and contempt of the young poet, he obediently followed the destiny you have set for both of them rock. Duel!

In the morning at the mill ...

Both have already moved away from stupid grievances. Both were already struggling to find an excuse for a duel. But no one stopped. Pride is to blame: no one intended to be a coward by refusing to fight. The result is known. The young poet is defeated by a friend's bullet two weeks before his own wedding. Onegin, unable to indulge in recollections and regrets about the death of a person close to him, leaves the country ...

Upon his return, he would fall in love with the grown and blossoming Tatiana, only now the princess. Kneeling before her knees, will kiss her hand, pray for love. But no, it's too late: "Now I've been given to another and I'll be faithful to him," she will say, weeping bitterly. Onegin will be left alone, face to face with memories of love and a friend, killed by his own hand.

Dueling of Onegin's creator and quite relevant parallels

You were reproached, my dear Alexander Sergeyevich, in the inadequate grounds for a duel between your heroes. It's funny! Did your contemporaries not draw parallels between these two young men with yourself? Did they not note the similarities between such opposing Onegin and Lensky with your contradictory, dual nature? This boundary split in Lensky - an inspired poet, a superstitious lyric poet - and a secular rake, cooled, tired Onegin ... did they not find out? To one you give your fiery genius, love, cheerfulness and, without knowing it, your own death. Another is given to unhappy love, wandering, alienation and, in the end, a long trip abroad, which you yourself have so longed for. The characteristic of Onegin and Lensky is a comprehensive disclosure of yourself, is not it? And if so obvious similarity of both heroes with you, a respected classic, was exposed by your contemporaries, was it not known to them, what light, minor reasons for dueling was enough for you? And how many times in each week of your life did you start playing with death, fearlessly and indifferently looking at the cold trunk in the hands of your frenzied opponent?