“If Pushkin had not happened to us, Zhukovsky would most likely have stood in his place in our minds. And he would have stood with every right, and we would have seen many virtues in him, which now we casually do not notice. So the culturologist M.

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If Pushkin had not happened to us, Zhukovsky would most likely have stood in his place in our minds. And he would have stood with every right, and we would have seen many virtues in him, which now we casually do not notice. This is how the culturologist M. Gasparov spoke, his words are given in the preface to a new poetry collection from the Silver Series of the Text publishing house - “V. A. Zhukovsky. Poems".

Compiled by the series St. Rassadin also reminded readers that Pushkin's famous "Old Man Derzhavin noticed us and, descending into the coffin, blessed us" can be challenged by Derzhavin's own testamentary verse: "To you as a legacy, Zhukovskaya! I give the old lyre."

Let the majority of nobody's wills not decree. Let many, having once learned at school that Pushkin is our everything, Pushkin is the sun, rest for the rest of their lives away from the bright rays of his and any other poetry. But again and again, graceful little books in “silver and black” design find their grateful addressees, which for the first time seriously acquaint someone with the name of the poet, and for someone, in the course of their acquaintance, push the boundaries of philological special courses.

Another book in the same series: K. N. Batyushkov. Poems". Osip Mandelstam called this poet “the notebook of the unborn Pushkin” and did not sin against the truth in anything: “There is pleasure in the wildness of the forests ...”, “Noise, you, noise, a huge ocean ...”, “But I for Muses breathed not in vain ... "- in addition to the obvious similarity of many lines, there are themes, images, rhythms, phrases that would seem written off from the "sun" if they were not ahead of its sunrise.

However, is it only in the similarity with Pushkin to look for the merits of other poets? "A. S. Khomyakov. Poems” – this book opens the world of the soul of the founder of Slavophilism, who spoke with Russia, about Russia, in the name of Russia. His love was both vulnerable and parodied and condemned. But the author of these lines has seen the handwritten notebooks of Khomyakov's contemporaries—and contemporaries. Those same “district young ladies' albums”, where there was a place of honor for the pathos of a Slav patriot: “Tell me, does morning rise from the East? Isn't a new harvest growing over dust?

Questions with hidden answers are always reassuring; the same can be said about each of the books in the Silver Series.