Mom Krylova Biography

Subscribers 0 I. The book is the best part of the writer's life. He conveys to us the actions of his mind and heart in it. This can therefore be judged by how precious the book represented by the reader is here. Its pages resurrect in front of us all the most remarkable days of Ivan Andreevich Krylov, which is familiar to almost each of the Russians. His fate is amazing. He led his life quiet, monotonous and carefree.

It never occurred to him to think about achieving honors, nobility, power and other benefits of life. In the most moderate prosperity, he already saw a perfect excess, and calmly limited him. In his works, he found fun, and did not take his loud glory. Meanwhile, how highly he has ascended his happiness! Without power, without nobility, without wealth, without reinforced works, he conquered the thoughts of his minds with the power of his mind with the power of his mind, and forever remained in the soul of everyone.

People of all classes, all ages, the most educated and barely familiar with literacy, students and mentors, people in the first places in the state and not leaving the family circle, still learn his instructions, and voluntarily recognize his superiority over themselves. Is it curious to find out how Krylov reached this height? The less often on Earth are similar phenomena, the stronger they occupy our curiosity.

There are essays that are equal to both children and adults. These are the fables. They are re -read several times, and often, by heart, everything is repeated, as they say, from small to great. Only not all the same is extracted from the reading of the fables. Children are amused in them a bride, usually simple, clear and often cheerful. Of course, they guess that in a fictional event a hint of some kind of real life is hidden; But their imagination is so carried away by the described objects that they almost do not think about the main goal of the fable of the fable.

A completely different happens in the mind of an adult of a person. He likes a fictional report only when in each part of it an approximation to direct meaning is visible, and when the truth implied is finally in its entirety and strength.

No matter how easy it is apparently to make a fable, but not many of the fabulists have earned universal fame and glory. Only an experienced, sedate and far-sighted mind is able to come up with a sign, because of which an important, new and unshakable truth opens. Therefore, perfectly good fabulists are often called either sages or philosophers. In his youth, he rarely devoted himself exclusively to compose fables.

Thinking and carefulness informs a person in mature years in an inclination to these fictions, which no one can be directly offended, and of which more or less all learn something. If the fabulist by nature receives the ability to represent objects at the most entertaining minutes of their actions, and depicts them not only with all the fidelity, but also liveliness, then the distribution of it crashes in the imagination, as a pleasant one of our feelings, as a greatly struck the picture.

Flements glorified in history are all the same. Without this talent, the misconduct becomes lethargic and tiring, and the truth contained in it is a boring lesson, an unpaired word that has been uttered and heard without participation. We had a lot of fabulists in Russia, but Ivan Andreevich Krylov was recognized as the best of them. He was born in Moscow on February 2nd.

His father, Andrei Prokhorovich, was then in military service, and soon forced to go with the family to Orenburg. The greatest danger expected a little Krylov and his mother there. An impostor, Pugachev appeared in this region, against which the army was sent. Krylov’s father was a brave captain, and disposed of his actions smartly and happily. The rebel, in the annoyance of him, gave the order that his whole family was hanged, only his smokers would be able to take Orenburg.

Fortunately, it happened not so. Pugachev himself was caught, and was taken to Moscow to execution. Then Captain Krylov left the military service, and moved to civilian. He settled in Tver, where he decided in the chairmen of the Provincial magistrate. As soon as his son was eleven years old, his father died. Krylova’s mother was called Marya Alekseevna. He owed her upbringing and everything that he managed to learn in childhood.

That is why, until his death, Krylov remembered her with gratitude and love. They lived in poverty and need. But the mother managed to teach her son to read and write in Russian, and for the French language he sent him to the tutor of governor's children, and then forced to repeat the learned there. In children, he often does not get patience and attention when they begin to teach them something.

Krylova’s mother experienced the same on her son. Inventing different means, how to make him more willingly study, she decided to give him several cents every time as a reward, when he regularly sat with her for the lesson. The son was very happy about that, and hid money. The habit of accumulating money without a specific purpose contributes to children a bad passion, known by the name of stinginess.Mother began to be afraid so that she would not happen to her son.

Then she explained to him that he could buy for himself for himself the same things that he needed, for example. He was glad that he could dress up to his taste from his own money. After his father, Krylov remained a whole chest with books. In the boy, the congenital was an inclination to reading. He was engaged in it without excitement. In his head, various adventures roamed, which he learned about in books.

He especially liked the fiction about wizards, who were often taken to the stage in ancient operas. He even felt a hunt to compose something like that. Thus, being only fourteen years old, he wrote his opera, called a coffee pot. It’s good that she was not printed. It was a childish set of uncertain phenomena and funny arias. While his son spent time in his beloved fun, his mother indulged in concerns than to support herself and the child.

They had neither their own state nor pension. She decided, as poor parents often do, to determine the boy in the service, although he had not yet learned anything decently, and could only somehow rewrite the papers. Krylov was accepted with a scribe in the same magistrate where his father served. But this did not bring them a significant manual. Extreme poverty and hope for a pension for her husband’s service forced his mother to go with her son from Tver to St.

Petersburg. They arrived here in the year and lived in great need. Although Krylov gave a place in the service here, he received a salary of only 25 rubles a year. Meanwhile, he managed to sell his coffee house to one book -salesman, Breitkopfu, who was together and a good musician. Instead of TI rubles that the buyer agreed to give him a manuscript, the boy chose several French books for himself, in this number of works by Rasin, Moliere and Boailo.

He could not read them enough - and he decided to write tragedies. The passion for the theater intensified in it even more when he managed to get acquainted with the famous tragic at that time by our princess and glorious actor Dmitrevsky. Only six years lived in St. Petersburg Krylova's mother. After her death, he himself had to take care of his existence and happiness.

The twenty -year -old young man, due to his inexperience, lost a lot of time to classes of useless before, rather than that was in accordance with his forces and abilities. He was born with extraordinary talents to mental work, and was very active in early youth; But he did not get the knowledge that are acquired by decent education and teaching. What he found out, everything was incomplete, without communication, mixed.

The very reading of the books, which he indulged most of all, carried him to empty enterprises, because no one led him in this matter, no one pointed to him the necessary, and did not warn against the harmful. He received by nature a sharp and insightful mind. Instead of turning his activities to the study of sciences, he was only engaged in composing either heavy tragedies, then ridiculous and quilted distributions.

Of the unsuccessful first experiments, two tragedies are especially known: Cleopatra and Philomel. The first did not fall into print. Dmitrevsky, with whom Krylov consulted, expressed him that this essay, as a poorly thought -out, did not deserve to be published. Another tragedy, despite the fact that it is printed, is not at all entertaining. It can be seen that Krylov did not yet know that the essay, for which the content from history, should include the most faithful features of life, morals and other historical features.

Upon the death of his mother, Krylov remained in the service for another two years. Not feeling in himself a special inclination for official classes, he from a year, having resigned, began to work exclusively like a journalist. With this title, he combined another, namely the title of a typographicist, which he hoped to strengthen the methods of an independent life.

So he spent twelve years. If he had managed to stock up on the thorough and diverse information in the sciences in his first youth, without a doubt he, with his abilities, from Tom to Tyu, he would have managed to produce something more remarkable than the tragedies and Melkia of the poem. Now, Krylov’s first enterprise in the literature was the publication of the spirits of spirits, the satirical magazine, which went out of the year.

The captain of the guard Rakhmanov participated in his compilation. Actually Krylova, the works placed here, appear in the form of correspondence, which was as if between hellish spirits: zor, Buriston, Vestodav and Malikulmulk. Their letters contain the image of everything that in the then century seemed to the writer strange, funny, stupid, vicious and harmful.