A Hero of Our Time, by Mikhail Lermontov, 1840, 1841 complete HTML text with notes, Russian novel.

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A Hero of Our Time, by Mikhail Lermontov, 1. The preface is the first and at the same time.

It serves either to. Ordinarily, however. Well, that's too. Our public is. still so immature and simple- hearted that it.

It fails to grasp a joke or. It's as yet unaware that. Our public is. like the person from the sticks who, overhearing. This book recently had the misfortune of being. Some were seriously shocked at being.

Hero of Our Time for. Others delicately hinted that the author. What an old, weak joke! But apparently Russia is made up so that however.

With us the most fantastic of fairy tales has. A Hero of Our Time, my dear readers, is indeed. It is a portrait. You will again tell me that a. I will reply. that if you can believe in the existence of all. Pechorin? If you could.

Isn't it because. You say that morality will gain nothing by it.

Excuse me. People have been fed so much candy. Now bitter. medicine and acid truths are needed. But don't. ever think that the author of this book was ever. May God preserve him from such. It simply amused him to picture the. It's enough that the disease has been. Lord knows! I was traveling along the military road.

Tiflis. The only luggage in. Georgia. Fortunately for you most of them have been lost. The sun was already slipping behind a. I drove into Koishaur. Valley. The Ossetian coachman, singing at the top.

Koishaur Mountain. What a glorious spot this. All around it tower awesome mountains. Aragva River. embraces a nameless stream that noisily bursts. On reaching the foot of the Koishaur Mountain. Georgians and mountaineers made up a noisy.

Nearby a camel caravan had halted for. I saw I would need oxen to haul my. So I had no choice but to rent six oxen and. Ossetians. One of them lifted up my. Behind my carriage came another pulled by four. This rather. surprised me.

In the wake of the carriage walked. Kabardian pipe. He was wearing an officer's coat without epaulets and a shaggy Circassian cap. He looked about. face showed a long relationship with the Caucasian. I. went up to him and bowed.

He silently returned my. He bowed again, but did not say a word."Yes, sir, I am . Will you please explain to me how it is. Ossetians?" He smiled wisely, casting a glance at me as if. About a year," I replied. He smiled again."No particular reason, sir. They're awful. good- for- nothings, these Asiatics!

You don't think. their yelling helps much, do you? You can't tell. what the hell they're saying. But the oxen. understand them all right. Hitch up twenty of the. Terrific cheats, they are. But. what can you do about them? They do like to skin.

Spoiled, they are, the robbers! I. know them by now, they won't fool me!""Now I'm in the third line battalion. And. you, may I ask?"I told him. This brought the conversation to an end and we. On top of. the mountain we ran into snow. The sun set and. night followed day without any interval in between.

South. Thanks to the. I gave orders to put my. The Ossetians loudly pestered me. But the captain. shouted at them so fiercely that they went away in. You see what they're like!" he. They don't know enough Russian to. Officer, give me money for vodka!'.

Even the Tatars are better- -at least. About a mile remained to the stage coach. It was quiet all around, so quiet that. A deep gorge yawned black to the left.

Beyond it and ahead of us the dark blue mountain. Stars began to twinkle in the dark sky, and. Russia. On both sides of the road naked black boulders. Not a single. dead leaf rustled, and it was pleasant to hear in. Russian carriage bells. Tomorrow will be a fine day," I.

Instead. he pointed to a tall mountain rising directly. What's that?" I asked. Indeed, Mount Gud was smoking. Light wisps of. mist crept along its sides while a black cloud. We could already make out the stage coach.

Barely had I thrown a felt. I. looked at the captain with respect now .

We'll have to stay here overnight,". You can't get through the.

Seen any. avalanches on Cross Mountain?" he. No, sir," the Ossetian replied. But there's a lot just waiting to come. As there was no room for travelers at the inn. I. invited my fellow traveler to join me for tea. I had with me a cast- iron tea- kettle- -my.

Caucasian travels. The hut was built against a cliff. Three wet. slippery steps led up to the door. I groped my. way in and stumbled upon a cow, for these people. I couldn't. figure out where to go. On one side sheep were. Fortunately a glimmer of light showed through the.

Here a rather interesting scene. A fire built on the bare earth crackled. I could see. anything around me.

By the fire sat two old. Georgian. man, all of them dressed in rags. There was. nothing to do but to make ourselves comfortable by. Pitiable creatures!" I observed to. A dull- witted people," he replied. Believe me, they can't do anything, nor can. Our Kabardians or Chechens might be bums and.

However, these guys take no interest in weapons or. But what can you expect from. Ossetians!""Quite a while- -ten years stationed at a.

Stone. Ford. You know the place?""Yes, sir, we had enough of those gangs- -now. God, things are quieter, but there was a.

But they were brave. You must have had a whole lot of. I asked, with burning curiosity. He began to pull at the left tip of his. I very badly wanted to get some sort of. In the. meantime the tea came to the boil.

I dug out two. travelers' glasses from my suitcase, poured out. He took a. sip and muttered as if to himself: "Yes, many. The exclamation raised my hopes, for.

I knew that Caucasian old- timers like to talk and. Hello" (his. sergeant always says, "Good morning.

And there is so much to talk about. Like to add a little rum?" I asked. I have some white rum from Tiflis, it'll. Well . . . swore off the stuff.

Once. when I was still a second lieutenant we went on a. So we showed up before. Yermolov found out. Lord preserve me. We. escaped being court- martialed by a whisker. That's the way it is: sometimes you spend a whole.

On hearing this I nearly lost hope."Take even the Circassians," he went. I was the. guest of a neutral prince.""Well," he filled and lit his pipe. I was stationed at the time at a. Watch It Comes At Night Online Free 2016. Terek with a company- -that was.

Once in the fall a supply. He. reported to me in full dress uniform and announced. He was so slim and white, and so fashionably. I could tell at once that he was a. Caucasus. 'You must've been. Russia?' I asked him.

Yes. sir,' he replied. I took his hand and said: 'Glad. It'll be a bit dull. I'm sure. us two. Just call me Maksim Maksimich, if you. Just come around in. He was shown his quarters and he settled.

What was his name?" I asked Maksim. Maksimich."Grigoriy Aleksandrovich. Pechorin. A fine man he was, I assure. For instance, he would. Yet sometimes a mere draft. I myself saw him go at a. Sometimes you couldn't.

Yes, sir, a. most odd sort of young man he was, and. How long was he with you?" I asked. Just about a year. But it was a year I. He caused me plenty of trouble, God. I remember. about him. But after all, there are people who.

Amazing things?" I exclaimed eagerly. I poured him some more tea."I'll tell you the story. Some four miles. from the fort there lives a loyal prince. His. son, a boy of about fifteen, got into the habit of. Not a day passed that he. Grigoriy. Aleksandrovich and I really spoiled him.

What a. daredevil he was, good at everything: he could. But there was one bad thing. Once for a joke Pechorin promised him a gold coin.

The very next night he. Sometimes, if. we just tried teasing him, he would flare up and. You'll come to a bad end. Azamat,' I would tell him. Yaman [Bad!] - -You.

Once the old prince himself came over to.