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Russian writer of the 19th century, regular contributor to the magazine “Libraries for Reading” by Osip Senkovsky and the magazine “Otechestvennye Zapiski”.
She was born into a large noble family. She spent her childhood and youth in Ekaterinoslav. She belonged to the family of the Dolgorukov princes, her parents were Andrei Mikhailovich Fadeev (1789-1867), Privy Councilor, Governor of Saratov, and Elena Pavlovna Dolgorukaya (nee). Her sister Ekaterina was married to Yuliy Fedorovich Witte (1814-1867), from whose marriage the future Russian statesman, Minister of Finance of Russia Sergei Yulievich Witte (1849-1915) was born.
Elena Gan had cousin poetess Evdokia Rostopchina and memoirist Ekaterina Sushkova, a friend of Lermontov, with whom Gan communicated in her house. “I know him personally... Clever mind! A poet, eloquent,” she wrote to her family (see Lermontov Encyclopedia). Her maternal relative was the famous poet of that time, Ivan Mikhailovich Dolgorukov, the grandson of the author of “Handwritten Notes” Natalya Dolgorukaya and their first publisher, as well as the poet F. I. Tyutchev.
Elena married at the age of 16 to Captain Peter Alekseevich Gan (Peter von Hahn; 1798-1873), a military man, almost twice her age, who came from the German aristocratic family of Gan-Han von Rothergan.
In 1831, the Ganovs had their first daughter, Elena (Helena Blavatsky), and in 1835, their second daughter, Vera, the future writer Zhelikhovskaya. Elena Gan, together with her small children and husband, traveled throughout Ukraine all this time, visited Kursk and Tula. In the spring of 1836, the family arrived in St. Petersburg, where they would live until May 1837. Here Elena Gan saw Pushkin at an exhibition, about which she wrote to her family: “I recognized Pushkin! I imagined him as a black brunette, and his hair was no darker than mine, long, tousled... Small in stature, with an overgrown face, he was not handsome if not for his eyes. The eyes shine like coals and are in constant motion. I, of course, forgot the pictures to look at him. And he, it seems, noticed this: several times, looking at me, he smiled... Apparently, my enthusiastic feelings were depicted on my face.” It is known that Pushkin visited Fadeev’s houses in Chisinau and Odessa during his southern exile.
Literary activity
In 1836, E. A. Gan published a compilation from Bulwer-Lytton’s novel “Godolphin” in the “Library for Reading” by the publisher Senkovsky. In 1839, her first story “Ideal” appeared there, under the pseudonym Zeneida R-va. In 1837, while in the Caucasus, she met the exiled Decembrists. The impressions of this acquaintance served as the basis for the creation of a number of works: “Memoirs of Zheleznovodsk” and the stories “Utballa” and “Jellaleddin”, published in 1838 (in the “Library for Reading”). Then (1839-1841) stories followed one after another (published there): “Medallion”, “The Court of Light”, “Theophany of Abbiaggio”. The work “A Vain Gift” was created in 1842 and in the same year published in “Notes of the Fatherland” (first part); the second part appeared in the posthumous collected works (1843); “Lyubonka” (the year of creation - 1842 - also coincides with the year of publication in “Otechestvennye Zapiski” and, accordingly, the time of writing), “The Lodge at the Odessa Opera” (published in the almanac “Daguerreotype”). The collected works of Elena Andreevna Gan were published twice in St. Petersburg, in 1843 and 1905.
Family
The eldest daughter - Blavatsky, Elena Petrovna (1831-1893) - philosopher, founder of the Theosophical Society.
The youngest daughter is Zhelikhovskaya, Vera Petrovna (1835-1896) - a famous writer.
Son - Leonid Petrovich Gan (1840 - ?)
Husband - Pyotr Alekseevich von Gan - a descendant of the German aristocritical family Gan-Gan von Rothergan.
Court of the world
COPY OF ZENAIDA'S LETTER N***
“Vlodinsky, you killed my brother, father, you killed me, but I write not to reproach you, but to forgive - to forgive with all the fullness of my soul, which has not retained a single reproach against the unfortunate one. Yes, Vlodinsky, I forgive you. You are blind, not a criminal; you are only the same person as all people: weaker and frivolous than evil; you were carried away by a false appearance: may God in heaven forgive you and your conscience on earth, as I forgive you! When your gaze falls on these lines, my ashes will already rest with the ashes of my family, our souls will merge into one prayer before the Lord, and he, the merciful one, will send you peace, which neither the noise of light nor the world of loneliness will give you anymore. everything that I wanted to say, that I would like to imprint in your soul when people sweep my ashes from the earth and my name from your memory; this is what I wrote back at the time when the death of my father and brother fell like an accusation on my head and I , feeling how all vital principles were cut short in my heart, I did not think of surviving the fatal blow... Providence judged otherwise. While the body, obeying the law of nature, stubbornly fought against decay, all the power of memory and feeling flared up in me for the last time. I realized how difficult it is for the soul, even when separated from the body, to break away from everything earthly, to cleanse itself of everything that was the life of its life. Yes, Vlodinsky! On the brink of the grave I still burn with the desire to justify my opinion the only person, who knew how to understand me, with the desire to leave my name unsullied in at least one noble soul. Moreover, it seems to me that when your youth passes, when passions subside, then even for you my justification will be gratifying. You loved me: I saw and felt it. You dedicated to me everything that was most beautiful in your heart and your being: wouldn’t it be sweet for you to consecrate the memory of your first, pure love consciousness of my innocence? This is what prompts me to turn to you the last sound of my voice: to demand from you respect even the ashes of the one who was so proud that she could not justify herself during her life and beg for feelings turned away from her by slander. These lines contain a confession of the most cherished secrets of my soul. Now I can judge myself with all the impartiality of an outsider, because my past life has already separated, moved away from me, ready to sink into the grave. Believe my words, Vlodinsky, listen to me patiently, with condescension to the request of a woman who will not ask anyone else for anything. There were two of us; we grew up in deep solitude. I don’t know what was the reason for our parents’ alienation from the world and people; I think it's their happiness. They had nothing to look for outside the circle of family life. Our first years passed under their supervision, protected by the love of our mother. ABOUT! what love!.. If I tell you that she was our nurse, nanny, mentor, our angel of good on earth, then I still will not express that endless, selfless, all-sacrificing affection with which she made our childhood happy. For me, especially, her caresses were all the more precious because all my father’s tenderness was directed towards my brother. However, I did not know envy; on the contrary, when my concepts began to develop, I fell in love with my brother with double love, the love of my sister and my adoration for my father; because I adored him; because the respect of everyone around us, his high nobility, truthfulness inspired me with awe, while his stern, unsmiling face and constant silence made me tremble in his presence. My mother’s character was the exact opposite of our father. A young woman with a trusting, loving heart, with a lively and active mind, she imparted to everything the character of her purity, she saw in everyone a reflection of her own kindness; the whole world seemed to her as bright and beautiful as her soul. Under the rays of this warm, beneficent soul, my feelings developed and my mind matured; my whole life flowed under its influence. I began to live early, as if I had a presentiment that I was destined for a short life; I was in a hurry to enjoy life, I guessed by instinct that my beautiful dawn would be confused by the storms of midday. I was not yet thirteen years old when our mother died; with her my joys ended... Before her death, she entrusted me with a brother, much younger than me, weak and sick from birth, and bequeathed to me the peace of my father. From that moment I was given complete, wild freedom. My father, heartbroken, devoted himself exclusively to raising his brother: I voluntarily attended all his lessons, and his strict judgments about the duties of a citizen, about honor, nobility, and readiness for self-sacrifice sank deeply into my soul. The rest of the time I read indiscriminately everything that was in our library, wandered in the groves, in the fields, or, sharing my brother’s games and exercises, rode around with him on horseback. My mind was enriched with knowledge, my imagination was inflamed by the study of heroic times: I got used to looking at the world in huge volumes, became acquainted with the great events of history, with the passions and deeds of people who ennobled humanity, and remained alien only to the pale mosaics of everyday life, I did not know the legends and customs only our secular anthills. Imperceptibly, my character was formed according to the impressions of my mind, tempered in pride, in firmness, in love for my homeland and taking on all the shades of manly virtues. In your doll light, so crude with all its refinement, my mind and heart matured under the influence of the concepts of the golden age; with them they matured and became stronger. At the age of fifteen, I understood everything with my mind, comprehended everything with my heart; already at that time my opinions and feelings were above everyone else external influences ; It was possible to change them only by melting them down on the fire of one of the strong passions: then would they obey new impressions and take a different form? My father’s sister moved from Moscow to the city from which we lived about seventy versts. She visited us and, amazed at my savagery and awkwardness, began to reproach my father, introduced him to the importance of external education for a girl, spoke there a lot and eloquently, that she convinced him to entrust myself with my transformation. I moved in with her family. She was a secular woman, cold, indifferent to everything, without any definite trait in her character, without will, without opinion, and who put all her intelligence and all her virtues in the execution of the most petty articles of the statutes of society. Every thought that was not driven through the censorship of light, not induced by its varnish, seemed to her a crime; any original feeling is a mortal sin. She raised her daughters with such rules, and into this pool I fell from my peaceful solitude; however, for a long time I did not notice its abysses and whirlpools. Out of timidity, I was frightened by the thought of entering the world, but in my imagination it seemed like a magnificent theater in which brilliant roles familiar to me from history and novels were played. All the faces, in my opinion, moved harmoniously in it, in agreement; all incidents were heading towards a glorious denouement. And into this world I brought with me a pure heart, filled with love and warm hope for the goodwill of people, holy concepts about their virtues and fiery faith in my at least a small share of happiness on earth. Less than a year had passed since my innocent beliefs, my feelings, open to everyone, were crumpled, crushed by the unfriendliness of people, their evil tongue and rancor, their persistent desire to always discover gold in their neighbor’s pocket and black evil in his most innocent actions. "Why is this, why is this?" - I repeated in bewilderment, comparing the essence with the stories of my mother, with the judgments of my father, and went from one extreme to the other. I became bitter against everyone and everyone. Poor people! I blamed them for the fact that they were people, and not the celestial beings that my imagination painted them as. I could not believe, however, that the whole world was like the one in which the career of my life began; in the crowd of people surrounding me, I did not want to recognize humanity and with all the fullness of my soul betrayed it with contempt. This was the main stone of all my delusions. In my aunt’s house I lived in oppression and completely alienated from everyone. No one knew how or wanted to understand me; I, for my part, also could not reconcile myself with their way of thinking and actions: they persecuted me, showered me with ridicule, and pierced my pride at every step; and, finally, my shyness, my strength of character, which they called stubbornness, the harshness of my opinions, my unsociability - everyone attributed it to a lack of intelligence and defined me with the words: “she is stupid, and therefore incurable.” I coldly accepted their verdict and proudly rejected all means of justification. When my brother was fifteen years old, his father, wanting to observe the first steps of his entry into the world, assigned him as a cadet in the regiment, which had recently occupied apartments in our city. Then our childhood friendship with my brother was renewed and tightened by bonds sealed with his precious blood. On him I united all the tenderness of my sister, all the caringness of my mother and, not yet healed from the wounds inflicted by the struggle with society, I gathered all my strength to show him the hidden stones on which I had broken in the blindness of my inexperience, in order to protect his beloved head from the storm. that crushed my soul. Now the time is coming, which is difficult and painful for me to talk about. On the brink of the grave, I made peace with everyone: I don’t want to burden anyone with accusations; but I cannot remain silent about the main era of my life. My brother’s senior commander was Major General N***, he sought my hand; but I knew him so little, it seemed so impossible to give myself to an unloved man, almost a stranger, that I, without hesitation, refused the honor offered to me, despite all the exclamations of my aunt. But soon circumstances changed. My brother did one of those pranks for which military discipline is inexorable. The general had the right and wanted to show him a solemn example of his severity. All the efforts of our relatives remained unsuccessful. And, concealing my pride, I decided to resort to the general with a request! The opportunity soon presented itself; At my first hint about my brother, he assumed a cold look; to all my prayers and incantations he responded with a shrug of the shoulders or a drawn-out: “I’m extremely sorry,” referring to the duties of the chief, finally, when, having exhausted all my eloquence, I stood before him in tears, with despair in my heart, General, suddenly changing his tone and the voice began to tell me about his love and concluded everything with the words: “The boss cannot forgive a subordinate anything, but he will easily forgive all insults to his brother!” - and he left me with a low bow. My brother's fate was in my hands; could I hesitate? But, reflecting on the actions of the general, I believed him to be in error against me and considered it my duty to reveal the truth to him. “He loves me,” I thought I - desire possessing me forced him to be indiscriminate in the means to achieve his goal." But, insisting so stubbornly in his desire, he probably considered me a child with gentle character , obedient to all new impressions. Once rejected by me, N*** could still hope that habit would replace the feeling, that over time his love would evoke my reciprocity, without which he, of course, would not have sought my hand. But even to save my brother, should I, having forgotten honor and conscience, leave him in error? Shouldn't I open my soul to him, assure him of the impossibility of his assumptions?.. I could have my freedom and joyfully sacrificed it for the peace of my family; but I couldn’t, I didn’t want to, deceive a man by taking advantage of his blind passion, even if even my brother’s life depended on it. As soon as I entered the world, many were already looking for my hand, but I rejected all offers, leaving no one even a shadow of hope. Accustomed to considering love and marriage as inseparable, I looked at them from a special point of view. In the midst of the general collapse of my secular ideas, only one remained in all its strength - the idea of the possibility of true eternal love. I trusted in her, believed in the realization of my utopia as in my life, and, carrying the germ of a sacred feeling in my chest, I did not waste it on petty attachments, I cherished it as a gift from heaven that could make me happy only once in my life. All the explanations in prose and poetry of my writers seemed to me pitifully poor, not worth even one spark of my beautiful fire. Feeling how much energy was hidden in my chest, what a paradise of love I could give to my beloved, I did not want to sell my treasure for the poor mite of the poor; considered it a crime to merge pure flame with the rocket fire scattered at all crossroads, and she would rather have strangled this vain gift in herself with the unknown, which could neither give nor redeem happiness, than hypocritically promise it to a gullible seeker and then bury it in her chest in order to be content with it meager crumbs of cold semi-reciprocity. This is how I understood marriage, this is how I wanted to portray it to the general and leave it to the court to see if he could seek happiness in a relationship where there is not even a hope of inspiring sympathy, not just love. I haven’t thought about my well-being since it was thrown on the scale with my brother’s forgiveness. The next morning the general arrived - I prepared for his visit - at his request we were left alone; then, fulfilling my intention, I revealed to him my feelings, way of thinking, all the sacred things of my soul, inaccessible to any mortal, and waited for his verdict. N*** listened to me without interrupting, with a condescending smile of experience, then pulled his chair towards me and said: “We all amused ourselves at the age of seventeen with similar dreams; at my age they look at them like crystal toys: beautiful, but not durable! After that, he repeated his offer, I accepted it; the brother received forgiveness, not suspecting at what price his entire future was redeemed. N*** only demanded that Vsevolod not serve under his command, and took upon himself to work on transferring him to the guard. Vsevolod immediately left for St. Petersburg with letters of recommendation from the general; my father approved of my choice; I got married, excusing the determination of an experienced N*** with passion for me; but soon his concern for the speedy distribution of my significant dowry dispelled this comforting dream. My destiny has come true! There was nothing left for me to wish for, nothing more. A to act; What could time bring me? Meanwhile, the subtle, cheerful mind of my husband, seasoned with all the causticity and O nii, every day he stole from me some sweet hope, an innocent feeling T in. Everything that I had worshiped since childhood was ridiculed by his cold mind; everything that I revered as sacred was presented to me in a pitiful and vulgar form. Nezame T but, along with my faith in beauty, the sophistication and legibility of my concepts disappeared. The jokes that had previously brought me to tears no longer made me cry. at sweetness on my cheeks. I got used to my husband’s favorite reading, with his judgment I us, even with the rude puns of strangers who, trying to mean A to match the tone of the owner of the house, they vying with each other with witticisms, not even brightened up by his wit. Long ago, even before my marriage, I noticed that my best intentions were being interpreted in a bad way, that from every action, from every word of mine people found a way to squeeze out the essence of the funny, I threw off the yoke of their opinion. Now it seemed even more contemptuous to me when the people who called me a stupid girl began to call me an intelligent and amiable woman just because chance had thrown upon me the rank of general’s wife. Not bound by respect for society, nor by fear of its sentences, I lived in the light, as in a desert, where only stones and passing clouds were my witnesses; I lived under the influence of my own self-respect and the example of my mother, and considered people’s opinions a mirage that would not cool anyone, would not quench anyone’s thirst, but would deceive only those who look at objects from afar, through this deceitful steam. Never did a criminal thought defile me, but I did not force myself to strictly follow generally accepted customs, did not disguise myself in front of the crowd, did not pursue their praises, did not fear their censures: in a word, in all my feelings and actions I gave an account only to the supreme judge and his representative at earth - my conscience. As usually happens, the less I cared about people, the more they cared about me. The eyes and ears of this omnipresent Areopagus carefully watched me; My obvious disdain for his definitions hardened society against me and finally sowed in it the opinion that later became the judgment of the world and the cause of my death. But at that time I did not foresee anything terrible, perhaps because, not expecting anything, I did not care about him at all. The light mercilessly played a trick on me, ridiculing all the concepts of my childhood, dispelling all the treasures of my hopes. Not a single thought of mine about him was justified, not a single expectation came true. The only subject in which I did not find deception was the human mind - the creative, playful, varied mind, which I have long worshiped in his creations. IN big world, where the necessary education and the constant influx of other people's ideas give a kind of brilliance to the most insignificant minds, even a truly brilliant mind is not as striking with its radiance as in the complete darkness of a small world. There he tells others his life-giving force , illuminates the minds of others, and in his light they also show off, reflecting the radiance borrowed from him. And besides, there the attention of society is so distracted by the diversity of surrounding objects that thousands pass by the genius and do not notice him. On the contrary, in everyday life, closely outlined by old habits and meager everyday life, which crush and often destroy all abilities in the embryo, in the wilderness, where only the pre-light ray of enlightenment can hardly penetrate, a person with high intelligence and knowledge shines like a wondrous meteor. I vegetated in such a life, and only these rarely seen meteors attracted my attention and aroused in me genuine surprise. It is true that at times, delighted to meet an intelligent person, enchanted by the strength and brilliance of his mind, I was glad to have a new acquaintance and the opportunity to pour my ideas into a bright imagination, I was not even strictly picky about the subjects of our conversations; but, having involuntarily become accustomed to the free expression of flat, vulgar thoughts, how could I not excuse free expression in an intelligent man, entwined with all the colors of wit? Then, involuntarily looking for in myself what I so highly revered in others, I could not help but notice the confusion and uncertainty of my knowledge, and therefore with new fervor I began to read, study, and reflect. In societies they began to surround me with great attention and approval; I would have rejected with contempt flattery regarding my appearance, my hairstyle, but, long oppressed by the insignificance previously defined for me, I was not inaccessible to the choirs glorifying my mind, the praises of people who had earned my respect. The mind has become my joy, my pride, my property; and it was only to him that I accepted the tribute offered vainly, even with pleasure. And yet, was I happy? Did this poor celebration please me?.. No! A hundred times no! The intoxication of flattery acted only for a moment, and then it acted on one head. The heart asked for complicity, not compliments; friendship, not loud praise. The mind can fill the existence of a man: he lives more of an external life; and the light that his mental abilities shed around him can be reflected on him by fame, wealth, respect, even the blessings of people. A woman’s mind, like the light of a distant lighthouse, shines, but does not dispel the surrounding darkness; and if life encircles her with cold, then it is not my head to warm her heart!.. Oh, how many times, returning from noisy societies, where the attention of the idle, the flattery of idle talk and even the bilious murmur of the envious, brought abundant food to my vanity, how many times, throwing away with a ballroom garland everything that intoxicated my head for a while, exhausted, deeply depressed, I spent the rest of the sleepless night in tears, in soul-gnawing thoughts! God gave a woman a wonderful destiny, although not as glorious, not as loud as he showed to a man - a destiny to be a domestic penate, a comforter to a chosen friend, the mother of his children, to live the life of loved ones and to march with a proud brow and a bright soul towards the end of a useful existence. . Isn't such a share worthy of envy and blessings? But to live as an orphan, in monotony, unbroken by anything, in fog, through which neither a ray of sun nor a drop of morning dew can break through; but to feel that the only happiness possible in a woman’s life has never been and will never be my lot; but not to have a single desire, not to cherish a single hope; not to cling to your soul to anyone tomorrow and, having spent your days senselessly, to give to the grave the result of a useless life, like capital entrusted in vain to a man abandoned in the desert, where he needed not gold, but a piece of bread - this is a situation that cools the soul, overwhelming in her all the capacity for activity, all the forces of energy! And in these secret conversations with myself, I could not help but feel that nature had created me for a quiet, unknown life; that only in the family circle could I know and discern happiness around me: glitter, games, the festive noise of light glided over me, without seducing my soul. What do I need from people's praise and surprise? What do I need my mind and talents? The first is given by chance, the second is acquired by patience: anyone can have them. But my heart was given to me alone! It contains the source of goodness, the source of happiness; hidden in it were treasures of feelings, a paradise of friendship and love, but no one saw it, no one noticed, no one wanted to recognize or appreciate it: what is there in bowing, in spicy smiles without sympathy for me? And not once did a vain thought flash through my head, not once did a smile brighten my face, so that at the same moment my heart did not fill with sorrow, and did not pay for the moment of vain joy with a sad vacation of loneliness! In the presence of my father and brother, I laughed on the thorns, afraid with one complaint to disturb the calm, redeemed at the cost of my life; but she could not, did not find the strength within herself to dry up the tears at their source, to suppress the barely arising sigh. This is the only feeling that has overcome all the struggles of reason and will in me; a feeling in which I bitterly reproached myself, wanting to ardently bear my cross, not only resignedly, but cheerfully, with joy. God knows that no one has ever witnessed my cowardice, but I don’t want to hide it from you; Having chosen you as my posthumous judge, I want to confess everything to you, every single trembling, every single thought. .. With the incessant movements of troops, I followed my husband everywhere; everywhere, she was always the same, did not change either her opinions or her actions. People with intelligence everywhere gave me attention; fools weaved absurd inventions against me. But there is a third class of people, the most dangerous for everything that comes out of the ordinary circle. Often these people have intelligence and many virtues, but their mind is neither strong enough to tame the pride that dominates them, nor weak enough so that, blinded by daring self-confidence, they place themselves above the rest of visible creation. They feel their own shortcomings and take any superiority of their neighbor as a personal insult; they cannot forgive another even a shadow of perfection. Oh, these people are worse than the plague! They laugh at the vulgar slander of a fool, but one cannot help but believe their careful slander, their thoughtful, plausible slander. These volunteer candidates for genius constitute the supreme court: they were the most bitter against me, and from them the most poisonous news was scattered. The time has come, these news have reached my ears; as always happens, they rushed at me suddenly, from all sides, deafened me, made my head spin. While slander hissed at my feet, while it groveled in the dust, I looked at it indifferently; but to reach to my name, to my heart, attributing to me actions that are alien even to my thoughts, but accusing me of a complete deviation from my duties, from the covenants of faith and honor - this is what painfully struck me, what has doused more than one minute of my life with bile ... From then on, I moved away from society as much as possible: I began to alienate people even more; replaced worries about the brilliance of the mind with reflection; subjected her former life to strict judgment; she looked at the light not through the prism of her former bitterness, but with all the impartiality of a mind cooled from the first fever. And everything changed in my eyes! I saw the same light, the same people, but from the other side, and, the judge of light and people, in turn, I justified them in many ways. People are children, always preoccupied, always fussing. Hurrying for the elusive tomorrow, do they have the leisure to disassemble and decompose the essence of the thing that strikes their eyes?.. In passing, they cast a quick glance at it external view and only memories of this appearance are carried away with them. It is not their fault that the gaze often falls on an object not from a real point of view: that is how they saw it, that is how they judged and condemned it. They are right! Woe to the woman whom circumstances or her own inexperienced will elevate to a pedestal standing at the crossroads of nations running after vanity! Woe, if people’s attention stops on it, if they turn their frivolity towards it, they choose it as the target of their gaze and judgments. And woe, a hundredfold woe to her, if, seduced by her dangerous exaltation, she looks contemptuously at the crowd agitated at her feet, does not share with her the games and whims and does not bow her head before her idols! I finally understood this great truth and with all my heart made peace with my persecutors. Having freed myself from temporary delusion, cleansed my mind from proud and vain thoughts, expelled from my heart everything that made it tremble with hostile sensations, I moved in spirit to the years of my first youth, resurrected the behests of my mother in my soul, wished sincerely, with all my heart, to love my neighbors with tireless love, to look at the world through her eyes. If life is so poor in essence that a person cannot live without a dream, then it is better, Lord, allow me to be deceived by the ignorance of evil in the very accumulation of vices, than by the suspicion of vice in simple weakness!.. This is what I prayed for with faith, with tears, wishing It’s ardent to pour out on others the happiness that I knew only by its absence... The Merciful One heard my prayer: the spirit of my mother overshadowed me, I found peace in the silence of solitude and joy in my own soul. But it was impossible to erase the traces of my previous errors in people’s memory, but to make them forget the past. Apparently, the seed of evil is more fruitful than the seed of good, because the latter usually stalls and is forgotten, while the sprouts of the former outlive the person who sowed them. This is my whole life, Vlodinsky; social and mental life. I have presented it to you from both sides; and now that you know all my guilt, all my delusions, compare them with the monstrous exaggeration of the “court of the world” and judge how many times the accusations exceeded the guilt. Now it only remains for me to mention one, the only bright era of my existence, which illuminated me shortly after leaving the world, as if as a reward for my past suffering, in redemption of all who awaited me in the future. It was a parting gift of life, a guarantee of my complete reconciliation with heaven and people. Vlodinsky, do you remember the time when fate so strangely confronted us in a foreign land, under a foreign roof? .. Resurrect it in your memory, transport yourself to the hours when, forgetting the worries of the world, we so serenely indulged in the mutual pleasure of reading in each other’s souls; when, under the rust of secular habits and impressions, I discovered in you such wonderful talents, so much readiness for great things and this secret, often unknown to man himself, feeling of the sublime, graceful, this longing for unearthly perfection, which, taking the form of a word or an image in the souls a select few and reflected in their works, amazes the world with the wonders of poetry, harmony, painting, the realization of the divine either in marble or on mortal canvas... I saw you with my spiritual eyes, I understood you with sympathy; and now, when all my ties with the world are severed, all relationships are destroyed, now I can confess, without offending either heaven or honor, I fell in love with you!.. Yes, Vlodinsky, I loved you with all the strength of my first, virgin love; clung to you with all her feelings, rejected, deceived, ridiculed by everything they clung to in the world. In the shelter created for me by your love, my soul, scorched in the sultry desert of the world, exhausted by hateful wandering, outlived and not having experienced a single minute of full life, rested and refreshed. Your pure, timid love did not frighten, but dove her, did not disturb my virtue, on the contrary, it reinforced and elevated it with a new desire for the heavenly. Passion intoxicates the mind, overwhelms the feelings, crushes and burns them, like an Arabian whirlwind burns a delicate flower that accidentally grew on a stone. Passion can neither give nor strengthen happiness. Your beautiful soul rejected her, having comprehended the true bliss of the meek love of the celestials. And I surrendered to her trustingly, I did not invoke either duty or conscience to fight her: her holy fire was her best guardian, my surest fence from vice. For four months you have not changed my power of attorney with a word or a look; not for a single moment did they disturb my paradise, in which I breathed such a full life, forgetting the world with its emptiness and hostility, forgetting all the poverty and wretchedness of my existence... Thank you, Vlodinsky! Thank you for making my most beautiful dream come true! Thank you for your love, for my feelings, for the tears of joy, the only joy allowed to me by heaven on earth! Do not be mistaken in thinking that the exquisite severity of my treatment of you is hypocrisy; do not accuse me of false character, if at that time I was not what the world saw me before: I repeat, my mind was corrupted, but my heart always remained in its primitive purity. With others I lived with one mind, and they saw its unclean reflections, but with you, but with you, the holy concepts of my childhood were resurrected and the fire of the heart cleansed and enlightened the mind, which had previously been transformed by experience; in your presence I could not be a secular and vain woman: I tried to smooth out in my soul the traces of resentment, doubt, bitterness, to expel from it the very reminder of my former sinless, but too overtested life. I would like to recreate myself, to clothe myself in the purity of infantile ignorance, to shine with the brilliance of angelic innocence, in order to proudly and fearlessly enter paradise, the gates of which were first opened for me. Our mutual love, deeply hidden from ourselves, I honored as a shrine; I guarded her, like a mother protecting the integrity of her beloved daughter. The slightest joke, blowing a heavy air of light at her, a little free wit, frightened me like a crime. Even for our daily messages, for expressing thoughts and feelings, I would like to find a new language, not defiled by vulgar use... Do you know that if at that time some incident, having returned my freedom, allowed us to open our feelings before our eyes of the whole world, I would reject union with you out of fear of the publicity of my love, out of fear alone, lest the ambiguous speech of people, their envious gaze defile her purity, so that their immodest smiles, even casual imprudence, would not offend her purity? That’s how high I raised the feeling of this love, with what reverence I surrounded it! And at that moment, when I noticed that earthly thoughts had pressed into our souls on the golden wings of youth, I, without hesitation, preferred eternal separation to the lightest shadow that the passion born in you could cast on the pure dawn of our first relationship. I wanted to take with me the feeling of love in all its strength, in all its fullness, a feeling not disturbed by passion, not crushed by a single tear of repentance! I wanted the thought of me to glow in your memory like a heavenly spark, so that a minute meeting with me would be imprinted in your memory. whole life your bright streak, separate from all thoughts about the past and future pleasures of love - love, which so quickly burns out in other women... Do not be afraid to resurrect in your soul the feelings dedicated to me. Drive out quickly from her the monsters created by the court of the world around my image; love me with the same, reverent love: I have never for a moment ceased to be worthy of it! And may the memory of me, may my forgiveness, may your constant desire to alleviate the sorrows of others, to make everything around you happy, remove the burden of the sin aggravating it from your conscience, reconcile you with the Lord, illuminate your life with a ray of heavenly grace... The judgment of the world now weighs heavily on both of us: me, weak woman, he crushed it like a brittle reed; you, oh you, a strong man created to fight the light, fate and passions of people, he will not only justify you, but even exalt you, because the members of this terrible tribunal are all cowardly people. From the shameful scaffold on which he laid my head, when the fatal iron of death is already raised above my innocent neck, I still appeal to you last words my mouth: “Do not be afraid of him!.. he is the slave of the strong and destroys only the weak...”
NOTES
The story “The Court of the World” is published by: Dacha on the Peterhof Road: Prose of Russian Writers of the First Half of the 19th Century. - M.: Sovremennik, 1986. P. 210. ..." Revue etrangere".-- This refers to the “Foreign Review of Literature, Sciences and Arts” (“Revue etrangere de la litteralure, des sciences et de arts”); This publication was published in St. Petersburg and contained reprints from French magazines). P. 215. Bornholm exile- a character in N. M. Karamzin’s story “Bornholm Island”; Due to his love for a close relative, he was expelled and settled in a foreign land. P. 215. ...Childe Harold and Lara -- heroes of the works of the English poet George Gordon Byron "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" and the poem "Lara". P. 217. Ramena -- shoulders. P. 225. Mathradur -- old dance. P. 226. "Among the flat valley" - song by A.F. Merzlyakov. P. 229. ...statue of Memnonov -- the Greek name for a statue of the Egyptian pharaoh Amenhotep III, which at sunrise made a sound reminiscent of a human voice. P. 237. Vestals -- priests of the goddess of the hearth Vesta, obliged to take a vow of celibacy (Roman myth.). P. 239. ...sentimental Penelope...-- here: a faithful and tender wife; named after Odysseus's wife Penelope, who remained faithful to her husband. P. 245. ...the torment of Tantalus.- King Tantalus, for insulting the gods, was cast into the underworld, where he stood up to his neck in water, but could not take a sip and was tormented by thirst, branches with fruits hung above him, but moved away as soon as he wanted to pick them (Greek. myth.) P. 263. ...Areopagus -- here: society, a meeting of authority figures; in ancient Athens - a government body that exercised control, court and other functions; consisted of representatives of the family aristocracy.
Elena Andreevna Gan
Elena Andreevna GAN
writer, mother of H. P. Blavatsky
Thank you for short life yours: it was not for nothing and not in vain that it bloomed with a lush, fragrant color deep feelings and high thoughts... In this color is your soul... will be alive... for anyone who wants to enjoy its aroma
V.G. Belinsky
In the 30s of the XIX century. The talent of one of the first Russian writers, Elena Andreevna Gan, blossomed. At one time, her works were recognized as an “extraordinary phenomenon” in Russian literature. V.G. Belinsky dedicated articles to her, and I.S. Turgenev wrote: “This woman had a warm Russian heart, and experience of women’s life, and passion of convictions, and those simple and sweet sounds in which inner life is happily expressed.” .
Elena Fadeeva was born on January 11 (23), 1814 in the town of Rzhishchev, Kyiv province. In 1815, her father, Andrei Mikhailovich Fadeev, was sent to Yekaterinoslav, where the family lived for almost twenty years. Here, in her parents’ estate on Peterburgskaya Street (now Leningradskaya, 11/13) Elena spent her childhood and youth.
The main teacher and educator of the future writer, her two sisters and brother was Elena Pavlovna Fadeeva. “If I tell you that she (mother) was our nurse, our angel of good on earth, then I still will not express that endless, selfless, all-sacrificing affection with which she made our childhood happy.”, writes the heroine of her story “The Court of Light”, and these lines are undoubtedly autobiographical in nature.
At the age of sixteen, a beautiful, erudite, literary and musically gifted girl married a horse artillery captain, a native of an old German family, thirty-two-year-old Baron Pyotr Alekseevich Gan. Her chosen one was a highly educated, ironic, pragmatic man. Unfortunately, he was unable to fully share the interests of his young wife, brought up on the romantic ideals of an era filled with creative fantasies and poetic dreams, later embodied in her stories. In one of them she bitterly admits: “The marriage was unhappy not because the husband could not create happiness for the family, but solely because he was a person of a completely different character and way of thinking than his wife.” .
In 1831, the first child appeared in the family - daughter Elena. Years will pass and her name - Helena Petrovna Blavatsky - will become known to the whole world. The death of her second child, Sasha’s son, became a drama for Elena Andreevna Gan and seriously affected her health. But life went on. In 1835, a daughter, Vera (Vera Petrovna Zhelikhovskaya), was born into the family, whose name would also become famous.
The creative nature of E.A. Gan required implementation, and in 1836, on the recommendation of the editor of the St. Petersburg magazine “Library for Reading” O.I. Senkovsky, she tried herself as a translator, and then created the first story “Ideal”, signing it with a pseudonym Zeneida R-va.
The story was published in 1837 in the magazine “Library for Reading”. Its plot is based on a story about a failed marriage and ridicule female love. But the main significance of the story, as well as its subsequent works, is not in the plot: “For Mrs. Gan, the plot has the meaning of an opera libretto, to which she then writes the music of her feelings and thoughts.”, - V.G. Belinsky spoke about her. The story was a success.
Over the course of just over five years, eleven stories by the writer were published one after another. Among them are “Utballa” (1838), “Medallion” (1839), “Theophany of Abbiaggio” (1841) and others. All works by E.A. Gan are autobiographical in nature. In them the reader's gaze is presented with the spiritual life of an enlightened woman of Pushkin's era with her sublime inner world, by the element of feelings, “music of sensations and thoughts”. They began to compare her with the famous Frenchwoman, calling her "Russian George Sand".
At the end of the 1830s, the name of Elena Gan became widely known, her works were popular, but at the same time with fame and admiration came condemnation and envy. In the remote province where the family lived for the most part (the P.A. Gan battery was often transferred from place to place, and increasingly to remote provincial corners and towns), the writer often had to be the subject of idle curiosity and stupid fabrications. This burdens and upsets Elena Gan. The writer’s daughter talks about this: “My poor mother had to pay for the fact that she was ahead of her time: the woman writer at that time was still marvelous! In France, George Sand, in Russia, she, and a relative of her Sushkov cousins - Countess Rastopchina - that’s almost the entire account of the brave pioneers along the thorny path, which they smoothed out, at their own cost, to many hundreds of followers.” .
Difficulties in relationships with her husband, the loss of a child, and intense intellectual work undermined E. A. Gan’s health. The disease progressed rapidly. However, the more her physical strength left her, the stronger her desire for moral and spiritual growth affected. In 1842, the first part of the story “A Vain Gift” was published on the pages of the journal Otechestvennye zapiski, but the writer was unable to complete this work.
Elena Gan died in Odessa in June 1842 at the age of twenty-eight. The words taken from the last work of Zeneida R-voy were carved on the gravestone:
"The power of the soul killed life..."
“She turned her tears and sighs into songs”
In those days, issues of the magazine “Library for Reading”, where stories by E.A. Gan were published, were in great demand. A contemporary wrote: "The enormous success that befell her works cannot be explained by their artistic merits; she had exactly the talent needed to express what was in the air... and those few Russian women whose feelings she expressed warmly welcomed her performance". This timeliness of ideas gives Elena Gan the right to a place in the history of literature.
In 1843, the magazine “Domestic Notes” published an article by V.G. Belinsky “The Works of Zeneida R-voy”, which to this day is one of the best reviews devoted to the work of the writer, and then it also sounded like an epitaph: “Peace be to your ashes, noble heart, untimely torn apart by the force of your own feelings. Peace be upon you, extraordinary woman, victim of the rich gifts of your sublime nature! We thank you for your short life: it was not in vain and not in vain that it bloomed with the lush, fragrant color of deep feelings and lofty thoughts... In this color is your soul, and there will be no death for it, and it will be alive for everyone who wants to enjoy its aroma.” .
“There are writers who live separate lives from their creations; There are writers whose personality is closely connected with their works. Reading the first, you enjoy divine art without thinking about the artist; reading the second, you enjoy the contemplation of the beautiful human personality, you think about her, love her and want to know her and the details of her life. Our gifted Zeneida R-va belongs to this second category.” .
LITERATURE:
- Alivantseva O.V. Olena Gan. Evidence of a literary portrait // Language, culture and philosophy of France. Evidence from the great schools of Ukraine and other countries of the SND. 1st International Conference - Dnipropetrovsk, 1994. - P.3.
- Belinsky V.G. Works of Zeneida R-voy / Collected. op. in 9 volumes - M., 1979 -T.5. - P.243 – 272.
- Gan E.A. Complete collection op. - St. Petersburg, 1905.
- Dacha on the Peterhof Road: Prose of Russian writers of the first half of the 19th century - M., 1986.
- M.G. Materials on the history of Russian literature and culture//Russian Thought, 1911, No. 12
- Russian romantic story - M., 1980.
- Russian secular story of the first half of the 19th century - M., 1990.
A lot can be said about a person not only by their words and actions, but also by the so-called non-verbal manifestations - postures, gestures, movements, posture, gait, facial expression, preferences in clothing and hairstyle. But, besides these manifestations, there are also physical data that physiognomy deals with. Different body constitutions, the shape of the nose, forehead, the nature of wrinkles on the face - all this reflects certain personality qualities. And the eyes play a big role in this - the mirror of the soul. Let's talk about how this or that eye color affects our character. With this knowledge, you can not only understand yourself better, but also understand people more deeply. In addition, it is not at all difficult - the eye color is always visible. You just need to correctly determine the color and shade. There are simple rules - the richer and more intense the pigmentation of the body, and, consequently, the color of the eyes - the more strongly expressed in a person are passions, brightness, strength, energy and activity. The lighter the color, the more romantic and vulnerable the soul. The more color in the iris, the more interesting and creative the person is. The warmer the shade of the eyes, the more gentle the person. And, on the contrary - than cooler color the eye - the more cold character. Let's talk about this in more detail.
Green eyes.Green-eyed people are characterized by assertiveness, endurance, stubbornness, stability, firmness, integrity and determination. They are inclined to work hard; if they set a goal, they go towards it, no matter what, persistently overcoming all obstacles along the way. Good organizers have authority. They, like all light-eyed people, lack energy and vitality. They do not really strive for leadership, but they want to be respected and the best professionals in their field. And often they succeed. They are realistic, fair, carefully weigh everything and know how to find the right way out of a situation. Neat, strict, correct, not verbose. Mysterious and enigmatic - now they are alone, and tomorrow they will be completely different. They feel people subtly, are cunning, resourceful, but can be insidious. They prefer to avoid conflicts and skillfully manipulate people. They can be soft, which can be used by not entirely conscientious people. However, it is impossible to sit on their heads - they are proud and do not forgive such an attitude. They are constant in their affections and capable of fidelity. But only if they find their ideal and truly fall in love. And this is not easy - after all, they make high demands on themselves and other people, strive for perfection, and are looking for the same partners. Despite their outward independence, restraint and severity, they are very gentle, kind, affectionate and vulnerable in their feelings. They are similar in character to cats. Outwardly, they are unapproachable and independent, but only as long as there is no trust.
Brown, black eyes
They are active, passionate, impulsive, energetic people. Gambling, enterprising, proactive - they cannot sit still. They always need to reach some heights. They are powerful and leaders by nature. They have a hot temperament, are sexy and sensual. They radiate charm and warmth. They know how to please. They love to be the center of attention, many of them take it for granted. It is important for them to be first in everything. But for this they require constant approval, otherwise why strive forward if this is not recognized by anyone? They are characterized by conflict and temper. They can be aggressive. But most often, grievances are quickly forgotten. Self-confident, decisive, fearless. They are witty and sociable, easily getting along with people. Amorous. People are treated selectively - those who are loved are lucky, those who are hated are not to be envied. The darker the eye color, the more pronounced all these qualities are.
People with light brown eyes have a completely different character than the owners dark brown eyes. The lighter the iris, the more indecision, isolation and shyness in a person. Often such people indulge in daydreams and daydreams, preferring them active action. Prone to laziness and passivity. They are impressionable and tender, touchy and sensitive. They are distinguished by hard work, modesty, flexibility, reliability and diligence. They may have a practical mindset, although sometimes they still fly in the clouds. Despite his outward shyness, gentleness and pliability, at heart he is quite stubborn and still strives to do everything his own way. If they rely only on themselves, they can achieve great success in life. They need to learn determination and self-confidence from the dark-eyed ones, and everything will be fine.
These are romantics and dreamers. They dream a lot about love. They often invent feelings and fantasize. Women prefer beautiful, gallant courtship from men. Vulnerable and sensitive. They are easily offended, and they remember insults for a long time. Everyone takes it to heart. They can worry very much and become depressed. Prone to frequent shifts moods, whims. However, for all their sentimentality, they may not have a great depth of feelings. Blue color is a cold color, and the icier the shade, the less warmth there is in the soul of such a person. Blue-eyed people can be cold and even harsh. In addition, under the influence of mood, they are often irritable and angry. Much depends on their likes and dislikes. They are fickle in their affections and love variety. They are often modest and demanding of themselves. Persistent and purposeful. Conscientious, generous, quickly navigate the situation. People who are talented in art, creators, inventors, and aesthetes often have blue eyes. They have a good imagination and developed imagination. People with dark blue eyes meet these characteristics to a greater extent. If blue eyes have a slightly noticeable warm tint (for example, in representatives of the warm color range- Spring or Autumn), then such a person is capable of great deep love and has a more flexible and constant, easy character.
Blue-eyed people are charming, emotional, sensual, sentimental and romantic. Capable of great passion, they can fall deeply in love. But they also place great demands on a partner. Blue color is a combination of cold and rich shades, therefore, the emotionality of blue-eyed people is reflected not only in ardent love, but also in frantic antipathy - if they don’t like someone, they are able to wage a war with him for a long time and persistently. They are fearless, often getting into trouble, driven by emotions. Even if it harms them and is not practical. After all, they are guided by feelings. May be subjective. They seek truth and justice in everything. Arrogant, arrogant, conflicting, vindictive. They are avid debaters. Strong, determined people. Capable of adventure. They can be leaders, but mostly shadow ones. They need to learn to think through their actions more carefully and not succumb to impulsive actions under the influence of emotions. You also need to be more empathetic, loyal and generous towards others.
People with gray eyes are hard workers by nature. They are smart, reasonable, thoughtful, inquisitive. Practical, realistic, thorough, reliable, conscientious, patient, persistent, decisive and firmly on their feet. There are many thinkers and intellectuals among them. They are unpretentious in everyday life, calm and not ambitious in communication. Independent, self-sufficient and leisurely. They can be called friendly, peaceful people. You can always rely on them. They may lack flexibility and sensitivity in their relationships with people. They are dry and reserved. Cold and achromatic eye pigment does not contribute to the depth of feelings and tenderness. But they are distinguished by constancy and loyalty. And behind them you feel like behind a stone wall - they will help, advise, take care. They don’t hide from problems, they carefully weigh everything, calling on all their knowledge and ingenuity to help, and overcome obstacles. Therefore, they are always at their best if they can apply their intelligence. However, they have a difficult time in situations where the mind is not the main thing - they have difficulties with emotions and intuition, and physical strength by nature there may not be much. As a rule, they are honest, kind and sympathetic. They will be grateful to a more gambling partner who would inspire them to exploits. Because they themselves lack passion and inspiration. Dark gray eyes They reveal a very determined, strong, courageous and stubborn person. Such people are strong-willed, powerful, jealous and possessive by nature. But they are very devoted to their lovers, and are unlikely to go “to the left.”
Those who have eyes of these two icy shades at the same time - and in their character - combine the qualities of blue-eyed and gray-eyed people. Such a person is ambitious, decisive, fair, purposeful, determined and firm. At the same time, he rarely loses his temper, is calm, and honest. Among gray-blue-eyed people you can often find truly wise people- after all, their intelligence is combined with intuition, flexibility of thinking and ingenuity. In love they can be devoted, although they are not very sentimental. Much depends on which of the two shades predominates - blue or gray. Such people lack sincerity and emotional warmth. But they are spiritual, fair and know how to find a way out of a difficult situation, protect, help, give useful advice. They are independent, but need truly devoted people and approval.
If you have Gray-green eyes- you can rightfully be called very conscientious, hardworking, fair, realistic and pragmatic person. You are constancy, patience and determination. Despite its hardness and cool head, in situations where dispassionate decisions are required, you also know how to feel subtly. The mind is combined with feelings, flexibility and intuition. You are able to understand people well. Caring, prone to sympathy and support. People love to cry into your vest. You combine tenderness, sensitivity and toughness, will. However, if someone crosses your path, you can be merciless and persistent in confronting him.
Tiger, or, as they are also called, snake, in other words, yellow eyes are found in extraordinary individuals. After all, there are not many people with such eyes. They are great originals. The warm yellow pigment of the eyes makes them artistic, charming and radiate warmth and generosity. They are resourceful, flexible, inventive. However, they can be insidious and unpredictable. Therefore, it will not be sweet for the one who pisses them off. Guided by feelings, they are able to fight for their loved ones and friends to the last. They are difficult to intimidate. But if such a person has chosen you, he will be loyal and good-natured with you, and will always protect you. People with yellow eyes do not tolerate being obeyed, are quick-tempered and have difficulty controlling themselves under the influence of emotions. Canny. Shrewd and cunning. They always feel fake.
Such people are characterized by indecisiveness - they have a lot of things mixed up in them, and it is difficult to choose what to prefer in a given situation. On the one hand, this gives greater adaptability, but on the other hand, insufficient strength character, since each of the colors cannot be fully expressed in such eyes, and, consequently, the quality of character. which the color shows is not present to a large extent. Therefore, such people are often shy and unconfident. They prefer stronger and more strong-willed partners, whom they could follow and not doubt anything. A gray-brown-green-eyed person will thank such a person with affection, sensitivity, care and devotion. Owners of such eyes are patient, reliable and responsible. But they are wary, fearful, inconsistent and disorganized.
Yana Novikova
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Blue eye color is considered the standard of beauty in many countries, and this is not surprising - this color is truly incredibly beautiful. People with blue eyes live in the northern parts of our planet, and in the southern parts, people have brown eye color. It's all about melanin, which is much more abundant in brown eyes - it can protect from the scorching sun. What do blue eyes mean, besides biological features?
All children are born with blue eyes. Over time, the baby's eye color takes on a different shade, but as they get older, the eye color becomes lighter.
Blue eyes didn't always exist. There is information that the first person with blue eyes appeared about 10,000 years ago. He had a mutation in his iris, as a result of which it became blue. From him all the rest come blue eyed people.
It is more common in blue-eyed people.
All people are actually blue-eyed. Only this pigment is hidden under a layer of the main color in some people - brown-eyed or green-eyed. This fact was established during a study during which people had their upper layer irises. Everyone's bottom one turned out to be blue!
99% of Estonian residents have blue eyes.
It is believed that blue-eyed people have high level intelligence. Just remember Albert Einstein or Stephen Hawking.
Influence on a person's character
There is a belief that blue-eyed people are cold individuals, just like the color of their eyes. And this is partly true - these people can even be cruel, but it all depends on specific situation, blue-eyed people are not cruel for no reason. Inside, these are romantic and sentimental people who try in every possible way to hide this feature from others. In general, these people are characterized by emotional instability - it is difficult to predict how a blue-eyed person will react to this or that circumstance; their mood changes, like the weather by the sea.
Blue-eyed people are very smart and often make extraordinary decisions. Nature has endowed them with wonderful talents, especially creative and mental. To achieve their goal, these people will do anything, and on their own - they are not often lucky, they do not have the necessary connections, only their own mind and stubborn character.
Under the influence of their mood, blue-eyed people often ruin their plans and can lie in bed all day due to a “lack of inspiration.” If a crazy idea has overwhelmed them, they will disappear from all radars until they realize their cherished dream.
In love, these people are very prudent, rarely plunge into the pool headlong, preferring to first weigh the pros and cons. Nevertheless, they are very romantic, the object of their attention will definitely not remain indifferent to them, they know how to make people fall in love with them, and it’s not just the beauty of their eyes.
Blue eyed women
Russian model Sasha Pivovarova captivates us with her blue-eyed gaze.Girls with blue eyes love to be the center of attention, especially from men. These are skilled seductresses; flirting and advances bring them great pleasure. However, they can often cross boundaries and offend other people, such as their partners, with this behavior. The fact is that blue-eyed women do not seek to cheat, they simply care about male interest, but being already in a relationship, they still do not miss the chance to flirt. It could cost them the loss of a loved one.
Kindness, affection, femininity - a blue-eyed girl has all these character qualities, but if you don’t appreciate this, expect to be erased from this person’s life. She will never forgive betrayal and betrayal. The girls themselves need to make sure that others do not take advantage of her excessive sincerity and conscientiousness.
Blue-eyed men
American actor Patrick Dempsey has stunning blue eyes. These men are considered flighty and unreliable, as they always remain boys at heart. Their mood often changes, as do their companions. Rarely do blue-eyed men remain faithful to their significant other, but monogamous men are also found among blue-eyed womanizers.
Men with blue eyes devote themselves completely to work and strive for success with all their might. However, often their path to the pinnacle of success is not easy, but it is more often those around them who suffer than they themselves.
Shades
Grey-blue eyes
If your eyes have gray shades, this indicates a desire for freedom. It is difficult for such people to exist in conditions of isolation and subordination. This can make them depressed and even aggressive.
These people also like to surprise everyone, set unusual goals for themselves and persistently pursue them. Their only drawback is excessive kindness and gullibility, which other people can take advantage of. However, even if they get burned along their path in life, they do not lose faith in all the good things that exist in people.
