Fyodor Tyutchev
Overview
 
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (Russian: Фёдор Ива́нович Тю́тчев, Pre-Reform orthography: Ѳеодоръ Ивановичъ Тютчевъ; – ) is generally considered the last of three great Romantic poets of Russia, following Alexander Pushkin and Mikhail Lermontov
Mikhail Lermontov
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov , a Russian Romantic writer, poet and painter, sometimes called "the poet of the Caucasus", became the most important Russian poet after Alexander Pushkin's death in 1837. Lermontov is considered the supreme poet of Russian literature alongside Pushkin and the greatest...

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Tyutchev was born into an old noble family in Ovstug near Bryansk
Bryansk
Bryansk is a city and the administrative center of Bryansk Oblast, Russia, located southwest of Moscow. Population: -History:The first written mention of Bryansk was in 1146, in the Hypatian Codex, as Debryansk...

. Most of his childhood years were spent in Moscow
Moscow
Moscow is the capital, the most populous city, and the most populous federal subject of Russia. The city is a major political, economic, cultural, scientific, religious, financial, educational, and transportation centre of Russia and the continent...

, where he joined the literary circle of Professor Merzlyakov at the age of 13.
Quotations

Silentium! How can a heart expression find? How should another know your mind? Will he discern what quickens you? A thought once uttered is untrue.

Problème After tumbling down the mountain, a stone lies in a valley. How did it fall away? Right now, no-one knows. Did it tear from the heights on its own? Or was it cast down by the will of another? Aeons have flowed by, yet no-one knows the reason why.

A Spring Storm I love May's first storms: chuckling, sporting spring grumbles in mock anger; young thunder claps.

Russia cannot be understood with the mind alone... Russia cannot be understood with the mind alone, No ordinary yardstick can span her greatness: She stands alone, unique – In Russia, one can only believe.

Separation has this lofty meaning... Separation has this lofty meaning: if love lasts years, if but a day it takes, love's just a dream and we're a moment dreaming, and whether early, whether late the waking, the time must finally arrive when we awake.

 
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