Life is dear, love is dearer. Both can be given up for freedom.
Life is precious, but love is more valuable. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away.
—[Hungary] Sandor Petofi
Pushkin's poem "Ode to Freedom"
Get out of the way, don't twist in front of my eyes,
You delicate queen of Xisela Island!
Where are you, the thunder that strikes the emperor,
And the proud singer who sings of freedom?
Come, pull the laurel crown from my head,
Break my tender harp...
I want to sing freedom to the world A powerful voice,
denounced the evil deeds of sexual immorality on the throne.
Show me the majestic Gauls
The noble footsteps you made,
It was your heart that endured glorious suffering,
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Inspire him to sing praises and fight bravely.
The darlings of the fickle fortunes,
The tyrants of the world! Tremble!
And you, please listen to boost morale,
Falling slaves, stand up bravely!
Alas! No matter where I look -
Everywhere is the sound of iron shackles, the flying whip,
The law is suffering fatal humiliation,
The enslaved have tears of weakness in their eyes;
Everywhere they look is the unjust power
Taking advantage of the heavy haze of wrong views
Ascending the throne— —This terrible genius of slavery,
This ominous evil desire for glory.
Only there, the sorrow of the people
will not overwhelm the emperor’s head——
Where strong law and sacred freedom
A place that is tightly joined together;
Only the strong shield of the law will protect everyone,
Citizens clenched their loyal fists,
Wielding the sword of law without choice
over the heads of equals;
Only by raising the arms of justice high
Fighting despicable sins from a high position;
No matter greed, stinginess or fear,
there is no way to make this hand flinch.
Rulers! It is the law, not God,
that allows men to be crowned and enthroned;
You now trample the people under your feet,
and the eternal law reigns over you superior.
Disaster, all nations will suffer disaster,
If the law falls asleep and is negligent,
If neither the people nor the emperor
You can play with the law as you please!
Come and bear witness to me, I appeal to you,
O martyr of glorious faults,
The noisy storm has just passed, < /p>
You have lost your head for the sake of your ancestors.
In front of the speechless descendants,
King Louis silently ascended to death,
A head that had removed its crown dropped to the
The bloody guillotine of treachery.
The law is speechless...the people are speechless,
The criminal ax is about to be chopped down...
So those Gauls were tied,
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Hidden by an executioner's purple robe.
You tyrannical villain!
I hate you and your throne,
Watching you and your disciples being buried one after another,
My chest is filled with cruel joy.
There will be a mark on your forehead
The people curse you severely,
You are the shame of nature and the god of plague on earth,
You are the reproach of God to the world.
When the sky above the dark Neva River
is shining with the brilliant midnight stars,
when people are carefree above their heads
Overwhelmed by a series of quiet dreams,
A pensive singer is staring
The man sleeping ferociously in the mist
Long forgotten and abandoned The royal palace,
The ruins of the tyrant...
He heard Creo’s terrifying cry
ranging from behind the terrifying high wall. Next to him,
And the scene of Caligula before his death
reappeared vividly before his eyes,
He saw - wearing a ribbon and medals,
Intoxicated with alcohol and evil desires,
A group of murderers are walking mysteriously,
The faces are full of arrogance, but deep down in their hearts panic.
The rebellious sentinel remained silent,
The high-hanging suspension bridge slipped quietly,
Taking advantage of the dark night, the rebel was bribed
The door to the palace has been opened...
What a shame! What a tragic scene today!
The powerful rebel soldiers burst in like beasts! ...
The despicable attack happened at this moment...
The villain wearing the crown died.
Today’s emperors must learn the lesson:
Whether it is punishment or reward,
The blood in the prison, or the god on the altar,
Neither is your solid barrier.
Please lower your heads first,
With the reliable cover of the law,
The eternal guardian of the throne,
There will be peace and freedom for the people.
Pushkin in 1799 was born in a Moscow's aristocratic family, in school period, his poetry could already start to reveal. in 1817, after Pushkin graduated, held an office in Ministry of Foreign Affairs, under December party member influence, this time Pushkin has written down many political lyric poetries, the attack despotic system, the eulogy free and sympathizes with the people the misfortune, like "Praised Freely" (1817), "Village" (1819) and so on. Pushkin's political lyric poetry has had the very tremendous influence, for this reason he is exiled by the czar government politics Yugoslavia and Russia. The south exiles the later period, Pushkin sends into exile to his mother's territory, has put under house arrest. He has interrupted with December party member's contacting, but approached under serf system's village life with the Russian ordinary people. He arrives at the rural fair in these two years to listen to the farmer frequently to talk and to sing, and pays attention to the collection folk tale. In these two years, Pushkin has created many outstanding works, like "Sends Sea" and ", If Lived Has deceived You" and so on several dozens lyric poetries. in he is put under house arrest in village time, the Peter fort erupted in December party member to revolt, came on stage newly czar Nicolay th to win over the poet to serve for it, decided that recalled Moscow it. This time, Pushkin has written down many warm praise in December party member's lofty ambition poetr
y, "Sends Siberia's Convict" is famous. after Pushkin and the post observes Luo Wa marries, settles down the Peter fort. His motion still received the czar government's surveillance. This time, Pushkin still unceasingly had the outstanding works in the creation to appear , like the novel "Captain's Daughter", "Spade Empress", the lyric poetry "Sends Poet", "Autumn" and "Monument" and so on mid-30s, Pushkin and the authority contradiction intensifies day by day, this time a France goes into exile in aristocrat Danteshi to pursue his wife, Danteshi teases the insult repeatedly to his wife, for and wife's honor, more has maintained the Russian spirit flag which one initiate not to tarnish, Pushkin can not but stand, in has lived with in the field of honor which dies. Pushkin in February 8, 1837 and the Danteshi duel, the lungs was hit, two days later died