TITLE: 'Morning. A Litterary [sic] Miscellany' (1)
AUTHOR: N.A. Dobroliubov
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Introduction to the text
Mr Almazov (4) acts otherwise: he does not desire any sort of concealment or circumscription, and expresses his heartfelt ideas en toutes lettres. Not for nothing was the sincerity of criticism hailed in the Moskvitianin! (5) It is with complete sincerity that Mr Almazov declares that the practical life, or indeed any sort of life, stands in opposition to poetry, since life is a series of continuous changes, while the true poet must speak of that which is constant. 'He speaks only of that of which he is called to speak: of God, beauty, the human heart, of that which is unchanging, eternal, and which is required in all ages and by all peoples' (p. 163). Mr B.A. (6) expresses himself even more sharply on the same subject in his article 'A Look at Litterature [sic] of 1858'. Having reminded us that nowadays everyone is taking up the case for improvements in society, and that arguments about issues of real-life significance are to be heard in literature, Mr B.A. continues: 'But however salutary these efforts, however beautiful the hopes that resound in these noisy disputes, poetry will still flee from them, incapable of supporting any such bother and demands' (p. 57). Later, when attacking utilitarian literature, Mr B.A. caustically remarks: 'But worshippers of pure art must bear all this without a murmur, and must console themselves with the following rephrasing of words from Krylov's Fable 'Singers' [that is, not in fact 'Singers' but 'Musicians'] (7) when they think of the current state of our literature:
yes, they do irritate a little
but they always intend well.
And this well-turned sarcasm is directed at contemporary literature not because it is weak (it is in fact weak), but simply because it is concerned with social issues. Mr B.A. decidedly does not want to admit that there might be anything poetic in social life: he finds poetry only in the immutable, that is, in that which is static and dead. [...]