Answer from Anatoly roset[guru]
Literary critics consider AI Polezhaev to be the author of these lines.
Unreasonably, Griboyedov was credited with an "epigraph" to "Woe from Wit":
Fate is a naughty, minx
I defined it myself:
All stupid happiness from madness,
And smart - woe from the mind.
(A variant of the second verse: “She arranged it in the world so”). This epigraph, which is still in the lists of 1824, was prefaced to the comedy about 20 times in editions of 1860-1912. However, this epigraph is not in any of the authorized lists, and there are no other indications that it belongs to Griboyedov. In some lists, A. I. Polezhaev is named as its author.
IN ANY CASE THE AUTHOR OF THESE LINES IS NOT GRIBOEDOV!
(for Natalie: and NOT VYAZEMSKY!)
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Answer from CJ Stratos[expert]
maybe mushroom-eaters...

Answer from Natalia Askerova[guru]
"Fate is a naughty minx, she distributed everything herself: To all the stupid - happiness from madness, to all the smart - grief from the mind" - This is the epigraph "awarded" Vyazemsky Griboyedov's immortal comedy.

Answer from Oleg Kozlov[newbie]
I agree with the last sentence:
I did not see any happy smart people.
But at the expense of the madmen of happiness
I would say more.

Answer from Alexander Kulikov[newbie]
These lines belong to Nikolai Dorizo

Answer from Anatoly Rybakov[newbie]
very similar to Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.

Answer from 3 answers[guru]

Hey! Here is a selection of topics with answers to your question: Who is the author: Fate is a naughty minx, distributed everything herself: All stupid people - happiness from madness, all smart people - grief from wit?

All stupid - happiness from madness,
All smart - woe from the mind.

Word patriotism comes from the word "patris", which translates as "homeland", fathers, love for the motherland, attachment to the native land, language, culture, traditions.

Even as a child, my parents instilled in me love for their Motherland, love for its people. Even despite how many difficult periods our Russia has gone through, people have always fought for it, gave their lives in the war, worked in its fields - this patriotism of the people was able to elevate the country to an honorable world pedestal, despite all attempts to distort this truth.

The vast expanses of Russia spread over 17 thousand square kilometers. Here are all the beauties of the Earth: deep forests, wide fields, highest mountains, fast rivers, bright flower meadows, raging seas and oceans. Many encroached on these territories, but the Russian people did not want to give their native and beloved lands into someone else's possession. Therefore, there was always a struggle for life. And now, we live in a vast country, under a bright blue peaceful sky, we have everything for a comfortable life.

Russia is proud not only of its size and natural resources, but also of the great ones, which have made a huge contribution to the development of the Russian language and the “true Russian word”.

And I, as a representative of the younger generation, sincerely wish to contribute to this section. The first material was devoted to, and I, in turn, would like to talk about A.S. Griboedov and discuss the true and false in the great work of this author, “Woe from Wit”.

Biographical information

Alexander Sergeevich Griboyedov was born on January 4 (15), 1795 in a well-to-do, well-born family. As a child, Alexander was very focused and unusually developed. At the age of 6 he was fluent in three foreign languages, in his youth already six, in particular in perfection English, French, German and Italian. He understood Latin and Greek very well.

In 1803 he was sent to the Moscow University Noble Boarding School; three years later, Griboyedov entered the university at the verbal department of Moscow University.

In 1808 he received the title of candidate of verbal sciences, but did not leave his studies, but entered the moral and political department, and then the physics and mathematics department.

During the Patriotic War of 1812, when the enemy appeared on the territory of Russia, he joined the Moscow Hussar Regiment (volunteer irregular unit) of Count Peter Ivanovich Saltykov, who received permission to form it. Arriving at the place of service, he got into the company "young cornets from the best noble families"- Prince Golitsyn, Count Efimovsky, Count Tolstoy, Alyabyev, Sheremetev, Lansky, the Shatilov brothers. Griboyedov was related to some of them. Until 1815, Griboyedov served with the rank of cornet under the command of a cavalry general.

In the spring of 1816, the novice writer left military service, and already in the summer he published an article “On the analysis of the free translation of the Burger ballad “Lenora” - a review of N. I. Gnedich’s critical remarks about P. A. Katenin’s ballad “Olga”. At the same time, Griboedov's name appears in the lists of full members of the Masonic lodge "Les Amis Reunis" ("United Friends").

In 1818 he was appointed secretary of the Russian mission in Tehran. Since 1822, he was in Tbilisi the secretary for diplomatic affairs under the commander of the Russian troops in the Caucasus, A.P. Yermolov. Here Griboyedov began to write the comedy "Woe from Wit". Like the Decembrists, Griboyedov hated the autocratic-serf system, but was skeptical about the possibility of a purely military conspiracy succeeding.

“Woe from Wit” is the main work of Alexander Griboyedov. It reflects a whole historical era. The idea of ​​“Woe from Wit”, the content of the comedy are connected with the ideas of the Decembrists. The dramatic conflict of the comedy was an expression of the struggle between two social camps: the feudal-serf reaction and the progressive youth, from whose midst the Decembrists emerged. In comedy it is also given, in the words of Pushkin, “... a sharp picture of manners” lordly Moscow.

Sent in April 1828 as a plenipotentiary resident minister (ambassador) to Iran, Griboyedov treated this appointment as a political exile. On his way to Iran, Griboyedov again spent several months in Georgia; in Tbilisi, he married Nina Chavchavadze, the daughter of his friend, the Georgian poet A. Chavchavadze.

As ambassador, Griboyedov pursued a firm policy. “...Respect for Russia and its demands - that's what I need”, he said. Fearing the strengthening of Russian influence in Iran, agents of British diplomacy and reactionary Tehran circles, dissatisfied with peace with Russia, set a fanatical crowd on the Russian mission. During the defeat of the mission, Alexander Sergeevich Griboyedov was killed, his entire body was disfigured. He was buried in Tbilisi on Mount David.

True and false patriotism in the comedy "Woe from Wit".

“Woe from Wit” is a unique comedy by a brilliant writer, but during the life of Griboyedov it was not fully published. The idea of ​​the comedy is to combine secular comedy with the comedy of manners. There are two plot conflicts in this work: social and love.

The main character is Chatsky. Throughout the comedy, we observe that this hero demonstrates mental health, cheerfulness, love of life, honesty, and most importantly - "enlightened mind".

His antagonist Famusov appreciates only rank and money. He is deceitful and two-faced. Rejects books, saying: "take away all the books and burn them."

“I would be glad to serve
Serving is sickening…”- says A.A. Chatsky. A true patriot does everything for her good. The whole tragedy of Chatsky was that he advocated that society reach a new stage of development. To replace the “past century” with the “present century”. He was a defender of individual freedom, ridiculed those who blindly imitate foreign fashion. Alexander Andreevich calls the people "kind and smart", he suffers for the fate of this very people. The vices and flaws of the Famus society are especially forced to suffer. He worries about the landlord bullying of the peasant.

He spent all his spiritual strength to bring noble ideas into the "Famous society", but under the influence of the prevailing force, he failed.

“That's it, you are all proud!
Would you ask how the fathers did?
We would learn from the elders by looking”- words from the monologue of P.A. Famusova. He condemns the advanced youth, urges them to listen to the older generation. Pavel Afanasyevich does not advocate the development of society, he is used to the one that has existed for a long time. In the "famus" society, everything is based on connections, and such a model of life seems ideal to members of Moscow society, they consider it the only correct one and do not want any changes.

So what conclusions can be drawn?

The image of Chatsky is the image of a citizen in the highest sense of the word. He is a true patriot who always advocates the development of society, rejects all wrong positions, has a sense of justice and equality.

The false patriot sits still and thinks it's right. His patriotism is only in words. He does not want the best for his country, referring to the fact that he is already living well and does not need anything. Such pseudo-patriots are also called “leavened”.

Interactive exhibition of one book dedicated to the birthday of Griboedov A.S.

Alexander Sergeevich Griboyedov - a famous Russian writer, poet, playwright, brilliant diplomat, state councilor, author of the legendary play in verse "Woe from Wit", was a descendant of an old noble family. Born in Moscow on January 15 (January 4, O.S.), 1795, from an early age he showed himself to be an extremely developed, and versatile, child. Wealthy parents tried to give him an excellent home education, and in 1803 Alexander became a pupil of the Moscow University noble boarding school. At the age of eleven, he was already a student at Moscow University (verbal department). Having become a candidate of verbal sciences in 1808, Griboedov graduated from two more departments - moral-political and physical-mathematical. Alexander Sergeevich became one of the most educated people among his contemporaries, knew about a dozen foreign languages, was very gifted musically.

With the beginning of the Patriotic War of 1812, Griboyedov joined the ranks of volunteers, but he did not have to participate directly in hostilities. With the rank of cornet, Griboedov in 1815 served in a cavalry regiment that was in reserve. The first literary experiments date back to this time - the comedy "Young Spouses", which was a translation of a French play, the article "On the Cavalry Reserves", "Letter from Brest-Litovsk to the Publisher".

At the beginning of 1816, A. Griboedov retired and came to live in St. Petersburg. Working in the College of Foreign Affairs, he continues his studies in a new field of writing for himself, makes translations, joins theatrical and literary circles. It was in this city that fate gave him an acquaintance with A. Pushkin. In 1817, A. Griboyedov tried his hand at dramaturgy, writing the comedies "Own Family" and "Student".

In 1818, Griboyedov was appointed to the post of secretary of the tsar's attorney, who headed the Russian mission in Tehran, and this radically changed his further biography. The expulsion to a foreign land of Alexander Sergeevich was regarded as a punishment for the fact that he acted as a second in a scandalous duel with a fatal outcome. Staying in Iranian Tabriz (Tavriz) was really painful for the beginning writer.

In the winter of 1822, Tiflis became Griboyedov's new place of service, and General A.P. Yermolov, Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary in Tehran, commander of the Russian troops in the Caucasus, under whom Griboedov was secretary for diplomatic affairs. It was in Georgia that he wrote the first and second acts of the comedy Woe from Wit. The third and fourth acts were already composed in Russia: in the spring of 1823, Griboedov left the Caucasus on leave for his homeland. In 1824, in St. Petersburg, the last point was put in the work, whose path to fame turned out to be thorny. The comedy could not be published due to the prohibition of censorship and diverged in handwritten lists. Only small fragments "slip" into the press: in 1825 they were included in the issue of the Russian Thalia almanac. The brainchild of Griboyedov was highly appreciated by A.S. Pushkin.

Griboyedov planned to take a trip to Europe, but in May 1825 he had to urgently return to his service in Tiflis. In January 1826, in connection with the case of the Decembrists, he was arrested, kept in a fortress, and then taken to St. Petersburg: the writer's name came up several times during interrogations, and during searches, handwritten copies of his comedy were found. Nevertheless, due to lack of evidence, the investigation had to release Griboyedov, and in September 1826 he returned to his official duties.

In 1828, the Turkmanchay peace treaty was signed, which corresponded to the interests of Russia. He played a certain role in the biography of the writer: Griboyedov took part in its conclusion and delivered the text of the agreement to St. Petersburg. For his merits, the talented diplomat was granted a new position - the plenipotentiary minister (ambassador) of Russia in Persia. In his appointment, Alexander Sergeevich saw a "political exile", plans for the implementation of numerous creative ideas collapsed. With a heavy heart in June 1828, Griboyedov left St. Petersburg.

Getting to the place of service, for several months he lived in Tiflis, where in August he was married to 16-year-old Nina Chavchavadze. He left for Persia with his young wife. There were forces in the country and beyond its borders that were not satisfied with the growing influence of Russia, which cultivated hostility towards its representatives in the minds of the local population. On January 30, 1829, the Russian embassy in Tehran was brutally attacked by a brutal mob, and A.S. became one of its victims. Griboyedov, who was mutilated to such an extent that they were later identified only by a characteristic scar on his arm. The body was taken to Tiflis, where the grotto at the church of St. David became its last refuge.

Fate, naughty minx,
I defined it myself:
All stupid - happiness from madness,
All smart - woe from the mind.

Epigraph to Griboyedov's comedy

That was six or eight months ago. I stood in front of a small bookcase, which constituted the entire wealth of the newly founded "Library for employees" at one of the innumerable St. Petersburg chanceries; I was invited to enroll in it, but I did not dare, seeing too little selection of books.

Excuse me, you don't even have Turgenev and Goncharov, what can I find for the same fifty kopecks a month in any library ... What is your goal for recording?

The young man, handwritten catalog in hand, stirred.

I stretched out my hand to the spine with an obscure inscription, and with amazement pulled out a lanky volume of Pisarev: I did not yet know about the release of a new edition and with curiosity examined the "First volume, with a biography and portrait" of a smooth-browed critic. Seeing my attention, the official remarked:

We are already following the coming books and do not miss the opportunity. The publication has just appeared, and for a long time it was impossible to get these works at any price ...

I looked back at the librarian's face once more; he definitely could not have been given more than 21 years. “If it weren’t for here, in the office,” I thought, “I would have entered the volunteers. There are now many thousands of them, even tens of thousands, not ripening in high schools...

Look, I asked, you don't mix Pisemsky with Pisarev?

No, Pisemsky, it seems, is with Novi and, if I'm not mistaken, a novelist? Why would Wolf need a critic for applications? We have a serious library.

I deposited fifty dollars and decided to become a member of the "serious" library.

So from the mite of labor
Grow temples of God
On the face of the native land ...

Well, it was before, in stupid times, that “temples of God” grew up, but now, when the people, thanks to “initial education”, have grown wiser, there is something to grow and better.

And give, give passers-by...

Nick. Kareev, Pavlenkov, Evg. The Solovyovs collect "mite" and put it in their pocket; sometimes, it is true, they also cheat, that is, in a noble, literary sense, they cheat, "not keeping up with the direction"; Thus, in No. 337 of Novosti, December 1, 1895, I have just read the announcement, which I quote here in full:

"Got on sale fifth edition
philosophical and psychological study
OK. Notovitch "Love"
with the application of his own critical-philosophical study:
"The beauty"

with prefaces by the famous representatives of the modern Italian philosophical school C. Lombroso and G. Ferrero, a review by Montegazza (the author of the "Physiology of Love") and "Letters to the Author from Olympus" by D.L. Mordovtsev.

The price of the book (an elegant volume of more than 20 sheets) 1 p. 50 k. Those who subscribe to "News" pay only one ruble for the book. Demands are addressed to the bookstore of the Novosti newspaper, B. Morskaya, 33.

But just two months ago, the same "News" also published an announcement:

"O.K. Notovich. G.T. Buckle. The history of civilization in England in a popular presentation. Tenth edition. St. Petersburg, 1895. C. 50 k."

And in the "Severny Vestnik" for December 1895, I even read a review:

"Bockl's interesting work is still widely known in Russia. A popular exposition of this work by Mr. tenth edition. One might think that, thanks to Mr. Notovich's book, Bokl began to penetrate into the middle strata of the Russian reading public, and no matter how one looks at the scientific merits of this historical research, one cannot but recognize the useful work that Mr. Notovich did. The author's presentation is distinguished by the accuracy of scientific expressions. Literally, the book must be recognized as irreproachable both in terms of style and in terms of the clarity of conveying the main ideas of Buckle in a language accessible to those to whom the full edition of his work is not available. The author's intention would have been crowned with even greater success if, for the next 11th edition, he had lowered the price of his little book to 20 kopecks per copy" (Section II of the December issue of the magazine, p. 87).

"Got on sale 11-20 thousand copies newly published F. Pavlenkov:

"History of Civilization in England by T. Buckle".

Translation by A. Buynitsky. With notes. C. 2 p. The same translation without notes - 1 p. 50 k."

I don't know why I started talking about ads. I actually wanted to talk about the third book of "The Struggle with the West in Our Literature" by my good and old friend, N.N. Strakhov, just published by the author; I thought to help the "book" with a good review. But too many "announcements" caught my eye, and I involuntarily "turned my heart" ... to other sorrows.

Here - "beauty" goes, here - "love" helps. I want to say that with you and me, old friend, who have neither beauty nor, in this special sense, "love", books will lie on the shelves of stores, not asked by anyone, absolutely not needed by anyone. They will lie just as motionless as the books of our dead friends, yours - Ap. Grigoriev, published in 1876, and mine - K. Leontiev, published in 1885-1886, still not sold out; how the opera omnia of two unforgettable professors of Moscow University, T.N. Granovsky, so "noisily" honored in the press and silently unreadable, and his student - Kudryavtsev; how calmly the "Rural School" of the city of Rachinsky "lies", which was published in 1892 and did not require a new edition. Everything smart and noble "lies" in Russia and noisily "goes forward" everything shameless and stupid ...

For some reason I think that I'm talking about himself, about himself important fact of modern literature - more significant and capable of causing reflection than as if there were also "War and Peace", also "Fathers and Sons" ... For, in essence, it predetermines all the others ... It shows that toy literature, on which they think that a few old idealists are working, a few gray wigs stale from the past - that this literature ... No not at all: she does not exist in that spiritual, ideal, sweet, dear sense that we historically associate with her name and, through naivety, misunderstanding, we continue to preserve to this day.

This is a lost field - the field of literature; the field of civilization, culture, spirit - it is lost. Precisely now, precisely in our day, when, apparently, everything shuns them, when all doors are open for them, their name is welcomed everywhere - in the very greetings, in the very openness before her of all entrances and exits, in the most victorious cries - the death knell is heard...

She won and died.

It is like a charge in the muzzle of a torn, broken gun. Let the gunpowder flare up, the wad smolder - those standing around will only laugh ...

Let the word of the new prophet be heard; Dante's terzines will still sound - "society" will drowsily reach for the fifth edition of "Love and Beauty", the ninth edition of the abridged Buckle, the nineteenth thousand of the complete "History of Civilization in England" ...

On this lost field, my good and old friend, your book will lie down with an extra bone ... What is it that it will lie next to the "noble bones"; this is a field not only lost, but, in essence, forgotten. New Time - i.e. not only "New Time" A.S. Suvorin, but in general the new time, to which Suvorin only dances, goes past him, pinching his nose "from carrion" - to other pleasures, to other joys - the very ones that appear in the "advertisements" I have cited.

Dear friend, I think we can only die. Russia, which we defended, which we love, for the sake of which we "fighted the West", - she can only die.

That Russia, which will live - we will not love this Russia.

These poor villages
This dull nature...
Do not understand and do not appreciate
The proud gaze of a foreigner,
What shines through and secretly shines
In your humble beauty...

These "poor villages" take on a new, very lively, but also very unexpected look:

One foot touching the floor
Another - slowly circles,
And suddenly - a jump, and suddenly - flies,
It flies like fluff from the mouth of Eol ...

We cannot wish her any good in this new "flight"; we wish her every evil.

Dejected by the burden of the godmother,
All of you, dear land,
In a slavish form, the King of Heaven
Came out blessing...

I want to cry; However, why not laugh:

It flies like fluff from the mouth of Eol,
Now the camp will soviet, then it will develop
And he beats his leg with a quick leg.

Oh, how we hate you, the perpetrators of a sad change; you and even those great ones, on whom, by pressing like a small weight on the end of a long lever, you made a coup: all of them, from Kantemir, still naive, and to the evil Shchedrin, without turning off, however, the intermediate ones.

"Woe - from the mind," - said the great; “There is nothing to blame on the mirror if the face is crooked,” they reassured. And thousands of monkey muzzles, poking at the verbal "mirror" - were filled with Homeric laughter; thousands of fools, assuming a tragic pose, said that they were suffocating "in their homeland", that they were "stuffy", that "invisible tears" burned their hearts "through laughter visible to the world" ...

Old crosses swayed, old graves stood aside.

A new time has come, a new era has come, over which we do not know how to laugh, over which we still no forms of laughter invented. There is "Love" and "Beauty".

Not a very important "beauty" - not Aphrodite of Medici, and not very rare love - at Bolshaya Morskaya, house 33, it costs only one ruble. But anyway...

Perhaps, however, the doctor will then have to pay three rubles?...

"Without risk, there is no pleasure," as my friend Mr. Arseniev would remark fragmentarily.

But there is decidedly no risk; About this Mr. N. Mikhailovsky, when he wrote "literature and life", and also "literature and life" and again "literature and life" - warned his young readers, who were blooming with strength and health, saying that "it will come out soon, in very good, albeit an old translation of Buinitsky, an English thinker, in front of whom our native Yasnaya Polyana sage is poor. And Mr. Skabichevsky confirms this - he, in his old age, sheltered under the same fig tree, on Bolshaya Morskaya, 33, where Bokl comes from and where "love" and "beauty" are practiced.

How messed up, worms; and you can't tell where someone starts and where they end. Mikhailovsky recommends Buckle; Notovitch it popularizes and publishes in nine editions; in the same time he originally composes "beauty" and "love"; him collaborating "critic of the 60s", Mr. Skabichevsky, dear to the heart of N. Mikhailovsky; the same Bokl Pavlenkov publishes, and Evg. Solovyov writes a "preface" to it. Everyone is obviously "sympathetic to each other."

“This beauty is expensive,” said the old man Marmeladov about his daughter: you need fudge, and this and that; without purity - in this position it is impossible.

In 1891, Mr. N. Mikhailovsky asked me in response to the article "Why do we renounce the legacy of the 60s and 70s?" - "why are you so unfounded refuse without decisively no one fact". He wrote then:

“In his article, Mr. Rozanov develops the idea that we, the older generation, have understood such a complex being as man, - poor, flat, rough. He does not support his idea with a single factual evidence, or a single quotation, or even a single anecdote. It is very easy to write like this, but it is difficult to convince someone of something like this. Even now I can probably write about some, for example, London art gallery, which I have never seen, that art is presented there poorly, flatly, rudely. I can do the same with Danish literature, with Spanish industry, in a word - with any group of phenomena little known to me or not at all known. And I am inclined to think that Mr. Rozanov knows very little of the inheritance which he so solemnly renounces. unfounded To the opinion of Mr. Rozanov I can oppose an equally unsubstantiated one. Never in our history has man been understood so sublimely and subtly as in those memorable 1960s. There were, of course, hobbies and mistakes ... ", etc. ("Russian Vedomosti", 1891, No. 202).

Now, having thrown this lump of worms in his face, where he himself "with Bockle" is swarming around "love" and "beauty" - I can answer, albeit late, but finally about the motives for "refusal" in the 80s "from the inheritance 60-70s":

Fondant, gentlemen, they forgot - they didn’t keep cleanliness: it smells very much.

And I can add, looking back at all Russian literature, from the archaic Kantemir and ... to the "third book" of "The Struggle with the West" * of my good and old friend, a book that will surely have to lie on the shelves of bookstores.

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* By the way, in one place it is mentioned that "one of the glorious flock", Mr. N. Mikhailovsky, announced its author, i.e. Mr. N. Strakhov, "a complete nonentity"; he probably looked for "love" in her and found a doctor's prescription. I myself remember how I read somewhere in his "Literature and Life" mockery of the fact that "Zarya", a magazine in which Ap. Grigoriev, N.Ya. Danilevsky and N. Strakhov - "didn't know the subscribers at all", and the editors "strengthened to hide this from the public" in order to lure at least someone to subscribe for the new year ... He even ads I did not forget about the subscription of the hostile magazine; he even placed them in reproach to the organ of literature, which was already dying from the indifference of society, where, however, the best, most serious works on criticism and history, now recognized by all, were published. “You breathed out,” says the magnanimous critic of the 70s, “you breathed out - and dared to pretend that your lungs were full of air” ...

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Who is "woe from wit" - in real life! And "who", on the contrary, "live well in Russia"? And whose, finally, little-human face is reflected in the "non-crooked mirror" of the great and sad satirist? ..

Who is that specific, on name And patronymic called, about whom impersonally all this was written in our literature? To whom exactly

Free, fun
Lives in Russia?

And who is that "invisibly shedding" tears in her, about whom the great artist wrote in his "poem" and forgot subscribe name?..

What a tragedy, what an inexpressible tragedy is our life, our history, if it is precisely before this suffering, exhausted, weeping face, setting a mirror of satire, that our literature wheezes insolently and drunkenly:

Don't blame the mirror
- if the face is crooked

And bursts, bursts into uncontrollable laughter, more wild and bestial than what, in the best days of their triumph, gentlemen "one fatter" and "other thinner" laughed at the memorable governor's ball.

The dead shadows and you, the living righteous, scattered in the bearish corners of Russia - I call you to witness: is it so?

Vasily Vasilyevich Rozanov (1856-1919) - Russian religious philosopher, literary critic and publicist, one of the most controversial Russian philosophers of the 20th century.