Pushkin people

Lord, how should life be lived so that 210 years later, a birthday and 172 from the day of death, they thought and talk about a person - as a departed yesterday, as a loss of personal and irreplaceable, as about happiness unexpected and enduring!

Among the majority of him and even much older than him, and 37 years old, each of us passed as an intermediate, not final, not the result of life, only you will only think about it - and 37 years have already been - but to imagine that it was the limit - it is impossible.

Thirty -seven years - and created, formulated by one person, the language of an entire people, the basis of all culture, communication, memory.

And this white obelisk next to the Assumption Cathedral, set on the site of a simple wooden cross with the name Pushkin, is “the soul in the cherished lyre” - the modest designation of the shelter no less than the saint itself, the monastery chosen by himself for his repose is a place prayed by the thoughts of millions, the temple of a religion, which has no borders of religion.

But, going into the cathedral, you turn right out of habit, to the southern outfit, where it was buried, and once again you stop, because you find a church shop there, and there is nowhere to put a candle.

And you recall this chapel in previous years, when his bright one flickered in a half -somrak - a calm, his face, a face, a posthumous mask, shot on January 29, 1837, and the funeral place was fenced, and at this place - during the years of state atheism, Pushkin parishioners prayed and baptized.

All this is now gone, and it is strange to see it in the country where the church was raising. And behind the lengthy syllables of lithium, I want to hear the words that the chapel will be restored in his former, Pri-Pushkin’s appearance, and will return the shrine to him.

He called these lands a country - and, as in everything else, there was no reservation in this, he always wrote for sure, and suffered from this accuracy, evidence of which - his surface drafts, crossed by a pen to holes - in search of a complete correspondence of thoughts and words.

These tribal names, which became the place of his reclusion and - at the same time - complete spiritual liberation, which allowed talent to rise to genius, to revelation, to the state of construction of the language, were ruined and burned by local peasants in 1918 - by people who lost the appearance of the human and their spiritual state.

They did not talk about this for a long time, but they said that the estates were restored “after the Great Patriotic War” ...

He survived this.

He knew that sooner or later they would come to him. The language created by him, which was rooted in the depths of the subconscious, could not but bring here those who heard and understood him, felt him and followed him.

The recreation of these estates - with ruin, from ashes and ruins - is a miracle granted precisely by these places themselves - this country , where he remained, even when his house was burned and destroyed, his office, his garden. This is the Resurrection - because the spirit is immortal, and the spirit is able to materialize. Pushkin’s spirit embodied the sanctified place, lost by savagery and the unreasonable creation of a material culture and gave them the authenticity impossible in the absence of spirit. "The shelter of calm, labors and inspiration."

They come here, obeying the inner call, following the feeling of spiritual hunger and heart grief - in order to free themselves from lies, to approach the meaning of what is happening, to comprehend their human and higher mission.

Here they are looking for lost inspiration, come to an agreement with conscience, find strength to confront evil and untruth.

Here you can go through the whole human life - from birth to death, from atrocity to repentance, from hustle and bustle to holiness.

In the word, the heirs have a special meaning - following the tracks following it.

He left us very few - only ten books, including letters, notes and drafts, and his talent in the minute of death was at sunrise, even, perhaps, without approaching his Zenith. It’s scary to think about it and it is impossible not to understand this, but out of thirty -seven years he created a little more than twenty and, constantly thinking about death, he still did not wait for death, did not strive for her and did not believe in her ambulance. He seemed to live in immortality and seemed to not know that the bullet could find him and could be fatal.

Pushkin’s hidden, unwritten, non -embodied remained only here - in this country, these rooms returning from non -existence, hills and paths, parks and gardens, a river and near the monastery fence, behind which are eternal peace.

He overcame the limit of physical life - so easily, as if this happened by the will of God - with an effort invisible to the world, the price of which is the tragic brevity of His life, which to reconcile now, 172 years later, is completely impossible.

Once and again re -reading the events of the last years of his life, mentally clutch at the tablets of stories, and I want to turn them back - with your bare hands, to bloody corns, biting your lip. Pushkin! ..

And, being in these places, next to him, in his world , you think involuntarily: what else would he write?! About what? About whom? How?..

But the created by him was enough to build the basis of the worldview of the whole people - the people whose history he lived and whose soul he embodied in thirty -seven years. The people, over the fate and fate of which he cried.

Pushkin helps to remember that there is a limit, and before that limit - there is time, there is life and there is a duty.

Pushkin helps to carry this cross easily - because it will no longer be heavier than it was.

In the tragic “sun of Russian poetry”, bursting at the crying Odoevsky after Pushkin’s death, the highest truth turned out to be - Pushkin became the center of attraction and the center of the culture of the whole nation, which did not just a poet - appeared a language in which they think, speak and write. The language with which is in history and on which they communicate with God.

United by Pushkin is his people, his flock, his heirs.

The people of Pushkin reach for him and come to him in search of the truth - the truth of the spirit, the truth of confession, the truth of communion.

Pushkin with his incessant spiritual effort makes his people alive, teaches repentance and forgiveness, teaches to cry and rejoice, overcome the pain and protect in his soul.

The people are looking for peace and will with Pushkin - peace and will, which he himself did not have enough for thirty -seven years, but who became his spiritual inheritance to the world.

Pushkin collects the people. He collects it on the ruins of history, the ruins of states and bleeding crust of spiritual torment. Pushkin Cathedral is a people hearing his word.

Entering this cathedral saves his soul.

And - God forbid, it turns out - the country.

Lev Schlosberg.
Pushkin Mountains - Mikhailovskoye - Tigorskoye - Petrovskoye - Pskov