Alexander Blok, "The Stranger", familiar to all

name of Alexander Blok is directly related to one of the most interesting periods of Russian literature - the Silver Age, romantic, sublimely beautiful and equally tragic.His "The Stranger" was included in the treasury of our classics as the card of the poet as a dramatic symbol of the incompatibility of high dreams, the ideal down to earth and vulgar reality.This conflict, the inability to reconcile the "white rose with a black toad," wrote a contemporary of the great Bloc Yesenin, was the cause of the internal contradictions of many creative individuals, tragic and intractable contradictions.I do not avoid them, and the author of "The Stranger."

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beginning of the new century, took cautious and distrustful block."Stranger", entering the poetic cycle "The pipe began to sing on the bridge," which is part of the series "The Last World" could not be more clearly reflects the tragic vision of the poet.The first Russian revolution and its brutal suppression of ideas of mysticism, hovering in the air, intense spiritual quest of the Russian intelligentsia seeking to recover from the crisis - are social and political prerequisites of creation.However, not only the brutal world of soulless chain shackle throat.Emotional drama of a personal nature is undergoing unit."Stranger" was written under the impression of his break with his wife, Lyubov Dmitrievna.Their uneasy relationship, which was largely to blame himself Alexander, once attempted to replace the literary and philosophical idea of ​​living reality, real feelings and family life, eventually stalled.Lyuba was fascinated by friend and fellow husband writers - Boris Bugaev, a writer whose pseudonym (Andrew White) then rattled the literature Moscow and St. Petersburg.Her departure was very painful, what he often recalled unit."Stranger" tells the story of a state of hopelessness and despair, rootlessness, homelessness, which covered the poet.He roams the cheapest squash Petersburg, visited by in the station restaurant Ozerkov - a small holiday village at the northern capital.Like losing someone unit sit for hours at the tables, reluctantly tsedya wine glass after glass and peering into the surrounding life.And she is ugly and repulsive went: drunk "with the eyes of rabbits," vulgar "ladies" instead of shrieking laughter, "tested", ie. E. Hackneyed wits with their silly, meaningless jokes.And over all this world of cynicism, venality, stupidity, corruption calmly swims the moon, a symbol of poetry, romanticism and creativity.In such a situation, and lives a poet, he made like the inhabitants of this terrible world.And yet there is something which is different from all of them block: Stranger, mysterious Virgin, which is, and which he can not see anyone else from Barfly and beer.His muse, mystery, dream, his savior, a mirage that, in spite of the illusory, still does not allow to fall to the bottom, the gap completely.

Who is she - a mysterious maiden?

And really who she is - "Stranger"?Block verse, the text of which is known to every literate person, unwittingly, encrypted in the spirit of symbolism.His main character and is perceived as a phantom, and as a very real, if somewhat embellished romantic entourage lady.The prototype of Women in silk is undoubtedly the heroine picture Archaeology "unknown" - the same mysterious, subtle and beautiful.And Swan Princess Vrubel - the poet was particularly fond of this painting.Photo paintings adorn the room in Block Shakhmatovo.The legendary, well-tragic female characters of Dostoevsky's novels, especially Nastasia from "Idiot" - also recognizable in the poem.And, of course, the new muse, who has devoted his strict courtly love Alexander Blok, a stranger in a mask of snow blizzards - Natalia Volokhova.All of them, each in their own way, transformed into a poetic mind of Alexander, so that we can enjoy the sublimely beautiful lines of his remarkable poem.

poem "The Stranger" for almost 107 years.A lot, is not it?And it, like a good wine does not age with time and is still loved by connoisseurs of true poetry.