Biography of Tyutchev Denisiev

Elena Alexandrovna Denisyeva was born in Kursk, in the year, in an old but very impoverished noble family. Mother lost early. With his father, Alexander Dmitrievich Denisiev, Honored by the military, and his second wife did not work out almost immediately. The rebellious and hot -tempered for the new “mother” Elena was hastily sent to the capital, St. Petersburg - to educate the aunt, her father’s sister, Anna Dmitrievna Denisieva, the senior inspector of the Smolny Institute.

This allowed her to educate a half -sir -nerd on a common basis with the rest of the “Smolians”: the girl acquired crazy manners, harmonious posture, excellent French - German reprimand, the foundations of natural sciences and mathematics, solid knowledge in the field of households and cooking, and exorbitant ardor of imagination, developed by reading at night of spying novels, and poetry, stealthily from cool ladies.

Anna Dmitrievna, excessively strict and dry with subordinates and pupils, passionately attached to his niece, pamper her, that is, early began to buy her outfits, jewelry, ladies' trinkets and take her to the light, where she was an elegant, graceful brunette, with an extremely expressive person, lively brown eyes and very much eyes Good manners - the experienced “archival youths” students quickly paid attention to the students of historical and archival faculties of St.

Petersburg and Moscow Universities, representatives of ancient noble, often impoverished families. Elena Aleksandrovna, with her natural mind, charm, deep thoughtfulness, seriousness - because the life of the orphans, whatever you say, leaves an imprint on the soul and heart - and very exquisite, elegant manners could count on a very good structure of her fate: the Smolny Institute was under the tireless care of the imperial surname, and the niece, almost the adopted daughter, a deserved daughter, a well -deserved teacher.

The release is certainly appointed to the maid of honor! And there is marriage, quite decent to her years and upbringing. But fate was pleased to recruit her with Fedor Ivanovich Tyutchev Unulinas Fedor Ivanovich was not. He could passionately adore two women at once and at the same time did not shout. The women whom he loved answered him with an even more selfless, selfless feeling, he sometimes carried them away from the first meeting.

Fedor Ivanovich married early, twenty -three years old. After graduating from the university in the year, he was determined at the diplomatic service in Munich and a year later he became the husband of the lovely Eleanor Peterson, the widow of the Russian envoy, taking her with four sons from his first marriage. Eleanor was four years older than Tyutchev, she idolized him.

They already have three daughters and suddenly a new passion bursts into Tyutchev’s life. He falls in love with the wife of Baron Dernberg Ernestine, one of the first beauties of Munich, whose beauty was combined with a brilliant mind and excellent education. Is it possible to hide such love for a long time from prying eyes? Moreover, Ernestine is now free: her husband died shortly after her acquaintance with Fedor Tyutchev.

Their novel receives publicity. Having learned about her husband’s connection, his wife tries to commit suicide, but he loves Eleanor, loves both one way or another, to live in the same city, in one country it is no longer possible. After the vacation spent in Russia, Fedor Ivanovich went to a new place of service, to Turin. The wife and children are still in St. Petersburg, and he, taking advantage of temporary loneliness, rushes into Genoa, where a farewell date with Ernestina is scheduled.

Then none of them could have assumed that in a year and a half she would become Mrs. Tyutcheva, on which Eleanor and her children went to her husband in May, caught fire at night. Turgenev, who found himself among the passengers, later recalled how a young woman, without losing his self -control, in a frenzy of universal panic, barefoot, semi -deed, carried through the flame of three babies.

It was Eleanor Tyutchev. However, a cold and excitement made their own: after three months, she died in suffering. The death of his wife shocked Tyutchev. He turned gray in one night yes, and on these terrible days he dreamed of Ernestine and was convinced: if it weren’t for her, they had not to endure the severity of the loss of loss in July. The second wife of Fedor Ivanovich, delicate, very restrained Ernestina Feodorovna, in girlhood - Baroness Pfefel, a native of Dresden immensely adored her Theodora.

Her father, brother and first husband - Baron Dernberg - had been in the service at the Bavarian Royal Court, and in general, their whole family was heartily friends with the name of the king of Bavaria himself, Ludwig, on whose court balls the bright star always shone "cute Nesterla", as she called her in the family. After 22 years spent abroad, a new life began - in his homeland, in St.

Petersburg. His senior daughters from his first marriage, Anna and Ekaterina Tyutcheva, graduated from the graduation class of Smolny with Elena. They were even very friendly among themselves, and at first Helen Denisieva was happy to accept the invitation to a cup of tea in the hospitable house of Tyutchevs. Tyutchev’s novel with Elena Denisieva became the strongest in his life.They met when she was-24, Tyutchev would write to him after a decade: today, a friend, for fifteen years passed from that blissful rock day, as she breathed all her soul, as Fyodor Ivanovich took her all away from the Smolny apartment with a view of the Neva where they met.

For a long time, no one realized anything. But soon Elena became pregnant. Is this not a shame for the institute of noble girls! The relationship of Tyutchev and Denisieva spilled into a secular scandal. Cruel accusations fell on a woman who, for the sake of a loved one, neglected both honor and the future. The scandal flared up in March, almost just before the release and court appointments.

Now the doors of the houses, where she had previously been a welcome guest, closed forever. Father cursed her. Anna Dmitrievna was hastily escorted from the institute, however, with an honorary pension - three thousand rubles annually, and the poor Lelu "left everything". Georgievsky had almost no friends who were not familiar in the world. Her in a new apartment, where she lived with her aunt and a newborn daughter, also Elena, was visited only by two- three friends, the most devoted of them: Varvara Arsentievna Belorukova, a cool lady Smolny, taking care of Elena about children and an elderly aunt, and a few relatives.

From complete despair, only her love and affection for Tyutchev saved her. She forgave him absolutely everything: frequent abscriptions, a permanent life for two families, he was not going to, and he could not leave the devoted and all Knowing Ernestina Feodorovna and maids of honor - her daughters, his service of a diplomat and chamberlain. Selfishness, temper, frequent, scattered inattention to her, and at the end - even half -cooled - and even the fact that she often had to lie to the children, and on all their questions: "And where is dad and why does he have lunch with us only once a week?

Free from oblique views, contemptuous pity, alienation, and all that accompanied her false position half -laws, Elena Alexandrovna, only short -term stay with Tyutchev abroad - several months a year, and even then - not every summer. There she did not need to lurk from, there she called herself freely and proudly: Madame Tutchef, in the register books of hotels without hesitation, with a firm hand, in response to the courteous question of the porter, wrote down: "Tutchef avec sa Famille" Tyutchev with the family - Franz.

Before the birth of the third child, Theodore Ivanovich tried to reject Lelya from this risky step. And it is completely fair, because illegitimate children have no state rights and will be equal to peasant. But she, this loving, kindest, and generally adored Lelia, came into such a frenzy that she grabbed the first bronze dog in Malachite from the desk from the desk and threw her in Feodor Ivanovich, but, fortunately, did not fall into him, but in the corner of the stove, and repelled a large piece of tile in her.

Over time, a crack, a breakdown in Tyutchev and Denisieva's relations intensified, and it is not known how their fifteen -year suffering would end if it weren’t for Elena Alexandrovna’s sudden death from the fleeting consumption in August, at the age of 37 of part -time! So fourteen years have passed. In the end, Elena Aleksandrovna was a lot of distressed she was tuberculous.

Her letters to her sister, relating to the last one and a half years of her life, have been preserved. In them, she calls Tyutchev “my God”, and in them compares him with the inextricable French king. From them it also appears that in the last summer of her life her daughter, Lyol, almost every evening went with her father to ride the islands. He treated her with ice cream; They returned home late.

Elena Alexandrovna was pleased and sad: she remained in the stuffy room alone or in the company of some compassionate lady who caused her to visit her. That summer, Tyutchev especially wanted to go abroad, was burdened by St. Petersburg; We know this from his letters to his wife. But then he comprehended his blow from which he no longer recovered to death.

During the life of Elena Alexandrovna, she was the victim of their love; After her death, Tyutchev became the victim. Perhaps he loved her too little, but he could not live without her love. Elena Aleksandrovna died in St. Petersburg or at the cottage near St. Petersburg on August 4. They buried her in a wolf cemetery. There was a cross on her grave, now broken, with the inscription, consisting of the dates of birth and death and words: "Elena - I believe, Lord, and confess." Poems are talking about her dying days and watches and the despair of Tyutchev: she was lying in oblivion all day - and her shadows were covered - he was pouring warm, summer rain - his jets on the leaves sounded fun.

And she slowly came to her senses - and began to listen to the noise, and listened for a long time - she was passionate, immersed in a conscious Duma and now, as if talking with herself, she deliberately said: I was with her, killed, but alive "oh how I loved all this!And the heart did not break on the shreds, Fet visited Tyutchev in those days and told about it in his memoirs: “Silently shaking his hand, Tyutchev invited me to sit next to the sofa on which he was half -layered.

He must have fired and shiveled in a warm room from sobs, since it was covered with a head with a dark gray blanket, from under which only one exhausting face was visible. There is nothing to say at such a time. A few minutes later I shook his hand and it was impossible to stay in St. Petersburg. Tyutchev wanted to go to Georgievsky to Moscow, but changed his mind, perhaps due to the call of Ernestina’s wife, and at the end of the month he went abroad.

Through Germany, stopping on the way several times, he went to Switzerland, and from there to the French Riviera. Having seen him in Baden, he wrote to Countess Lambert: “I saw here F. Tyutchev, who was very grief that he had not seen with you. His condition is very painful and sad. You probably know why. "Remembering this time, Anna Feodorovna Tyutcheva, the maid of honor of the Empress Maria Alexandrovna and the teacher of the little Cesarevna, wrote down in her diary:" I communed in Schwalbach.

On the Day of Communion, I woke up at six in the morning and got up to pray. I felt the need to pray with special zeal for my father and Elena D. During the lunch, the thought of them again appeared to me with great liveliness. A few weeks later, I found out that just on this day and at this hour Elena D. I saw again with my father in Germany.