In the rush of everyday worries, in the unsettled state of life, we all somehow do not have time to remember the eternal, the main thing, to seriously think about the innermost, about what makes the meaning of existence of a person, a citizen, a worthy son of the Fatherland, who does not exchange the highest moral principles for momentary well-being and the pragmatics of a well-fed life. But the time of "H" comes, and we stop, look around, look away in embarrassment, realizing that the day was not lived like this, the word was not said correctly, the right step was not taken. It is as if we are repenting before the supreme judge. And we become at this moment better, more worthy, as if accumulating strength for future correct steps and accurate words. This year, such a time "H" for us was a great date: the 200th anniversary of the birth of Alexander Pushkin. As it turns out, it was important to pick up a volume of his poems, prose or letters, a book of memoirs of the great poet's contemporaries or a writer's work about his life and read the truly immortal lines that are now almost two hundred years old, but they live... And not only do they live, but even today, in 1999, they speak very accurately about our life, about people, about morals, about vices and virtues, about the high and low, about glory and dishonor... Written with a quill pen, they are just as wise and lyrical in the age of computers, just as sublime and mischievous, honest and heartfelt. Such a poet is the true glory and pride of the Fatherland. We can only cherish this glory, which is many times greater than the glory of poetry alone. In us, his distant descendants, flows the ever-living thought of Pushkin. It cannot run out in our children, grandchildren, or great-grandchildren... For his word helps us to become better, purer, and wiser. ..In 1817, in the poem "Comrades", written shortly before the end of the lyceum, just before, as we would now say, distribution, Pushkin wrote:; Scribes and lanc ... Читать далее