Biography of Denisyeva Elena

Elena Aleksandrovna Denisieva Elena Denisyeva was born in the year, in an old but impoverished noble family. She lost her mother early, and with her father, Alexander Dmitrievich Denisyev, and her steps did not work out. The hot -tempered girl was hastily sent to the capital, to educate Aunt Anna Dmitrievna Denisyeva, the senior inspector of the Smolny Institute. Anna Dmitrievna passionately attached to her niece, pampered her in her own way, dressed her up and took her into the light, where she was an elegant, graceful brunette with live brown eyes and very good manners, potential grooms quickly turned attention.

But then Fedor Ivanovich Tyutchev appeared on her horizon, whose daughters also studied at Smolny.

The scandal flared up in March, almost before the release and court appointments. Elena Denisieva was waiting for the place of maid of honor at court and a completely secured future. But the manager of the Smolny Institute, who attacked the trail of the apartment rented by a poet for secret dates with Elena Alexandrovna, became known about her connection with Tyutchev.

In addition, Smolyanka Denisieva was already waiting for a child ... Aunt Anna Dmitrievna hastily escorted from the institute, appointing a pension. This turned out to be the fate of Elena Denisieva, they stopped taking it in the light, her own father refused her. On the road to her thirty years, she went into solitude, in renunciation of past joys, and all this for his sake - a married man.

He never dared to leave his family for her, “to carry cute kisanka” - his “earthly providence”, to which he returned every time after their refuge. Fedor Ivanovich, of course, recognized his guilt in front of them both, exclaiming: “Oh, how murderously we love! He regretted that he did not find the strength to unite with her forever, nor abandon her forever.

However, she probably did not speak of the first, and she simply would not allow the second. She was born when he was twenty -three, and by age she was suitable for him in her daughter. But a strange thing: nowhere, in any line from Tyutchev addressed to her, he will emphasize his seniority. He speaks with her as equal with equal, for the “union of the soul with the soul of the native” crossed out, wrapped their age -related difference.

In the beautiful poem “Predestination”, he will write: and the more tender in the struggle of the unequal two hearts, the inevitable and rather, loving, suffering, sad Mley, it is finally known: he called her fate more enviable. Such a weak compared to her, who did not want to bring a single, even a small victim, he considered her happier than himself. He has repeatedly admitted that her love is not worth it.

All he thought about, what he was breathing - in his poems. And the feeling of guilt, and the deepest attachment to her, and the recognition of the high qualities of her soul, and even worship - all this can be found in a cycle dedicated to the last love of the poet, his beloved woman. You and bliss and hopelessness how often it was reveled in the poetic words addressed to her, filled with such hopeless pain, such anxiety and tenderness that breathing caught.

His poems were the only excuse for her life, and how he would be tormented by the fact that he did not understand this on time! Then, when she will not be the desire of Elena Alexandrovna certainly to see her name in the dedication to verses very humanly and clearly explained by Yu. Nagibin: “As if in them, she found the redemption of her sinful, in violation of all the divine and human laws, life.

Was there a woman, so created for strong joys of marriage and motherhood as Elena Alexandrovna? The warm, sincere faith distinguished her, and only the collapse of the inner foundations seized this faith with gloomy fanaticism. ” Not only the consumption gradually reduced her to naught - the spiritual forces undermined by the circumstances of the unjust fate, day after day was taken away by the nervous disease, the beloved woman was more disturbed by the poet: remorse was a terrible, indomitable, unprecedented suffering with her departure by Fedor Ivanovich as if they had left life forces.

He was aged at once and haggard. But poems - his great poetry - became even deeper and more piercing. Here I am delirious along the big road in the quiet light of a extinguishing day, it's hard for me, my dear friend freezes, do you see me? Everything is darker, darker above the earth - the last reflection of the day has survived the world where we lived with you, my angel, do you see me?

Tomorrow is a day of prayer and sorrows, tomorrow the memory of a fateful day of my angel, where would I have a soul, my angel, will you see me? The life of the poet, this “shot bird,” - so he himself will say even later - continued. There remained memory and poems about her, "who" accomplished his whole to the end in a desperate struggle. " Life continued, but already without the main light and meaning that all its existence was filled before.