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phantomrin · 1 year ago
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Inktober 2023
Day 29 - Pechorin
"His name was... Grigori Aleksandrovich Pechorin. He was a splendid  fellow, I can assure you, but a little peculiar."
(M.Y. Lermontov "A Hero of Our Time")
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alexis-wa · 2 months ago
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momokatzetzgo · 5 months ago
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Pechorin from A Hero of Our Time is truly just. One of the guys of all time
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hexesandroses · 9 months ago
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Let it be known that I'm an avid supporter of the "Il Dottore as Grigory Pechorin" agenda (I made it up)
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destinywalender · 1 year ago
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Печорин
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mohich · 10 months ago
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Hi!!! Hope you are well!
For the drawing request thing, how about Grigory Pechorin? I love him!
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here you go!
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liveactionproblematicotd · 11 months ago
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Today's problematic ship is Grigory Pechorin and Grushnitsky from A Hero of Our Time
Toxic
Killer/victim
Requested by me
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cocteautwinslyrics · 9 months ago
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im reading герой нашего времени in english and while i do not agree with lots and lots of what pechorin says and does. he is after all a product of the 19th century russian imperial core. he is one of the best haters ive ever read. he calls this guy gruzhnitsky his friend from the army and then immediately afterwards he j reads his character for Filth for a full page before executing an elaborate plan to win the affection of the princess that gruzhnitsky wants to marry while not even being into her
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butch-borisdrubetskoy · 1 year ago
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“I love enemies, though not in the Christian way. They amuse me, excite my blood. Being always on one’s guard, catching every glance, the significance of every word, guessing at intentions, frustrating their plots, pretending to be tricked, and suddenly, with a shove, upturning the whole enormous and arduously built edifice of their cunning and schemes — that’s what I call life.”
Pechorin speaking about Grushnitsky in A Hero of our Time in a normal and heterosexual way
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vikachizh · 1 year ago
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Modern au! Fem! Alexander x Grigory
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greenbloods · 1 year ago
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everywhere i go i see theon
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neuteredcatboy · 2 months ago
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there's so much wrong with that man I want to dissect him like a frog
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russianperioddrama · 8 months ago
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ROUND 1: GROUP C
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meatcar226 · 1 year ago
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Sadly erasing the number off a blackboard and replacing it with a zero. Above the number, text reads "Days since russian lit GSI showed the class yaoi of the protagonists of the classic russian literary characters holding eachother"
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hexesandroses · 10 months ago
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"Yes, such has been my lot since childhood. Everyone read signs of non-existent evil traits in my features. But since they were expected to be there, they did make their appearance. Because I was reserved, they said I was sly, so I grew reticent. I was keenly aware of good and evil, but instead of being indulged I was insulted and so I became spiteful. I was sulky while other children were merry and talkative, but though I felt superior to them I was considered inferior. So I grew envious. I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate. My cheerless youth passed in conflict with myself and society, and fearing ridicule I buried my finest feelings deep in my heart, and there they died. I spoke the truth, but nobody believed me, so I began to practice duplicity. Having come to know society and its mainsprings, I became versed in the art of living and saw how others were happy without that proficiency, enjoying for free the favors I had so painfully striven for. It was then that despair was born in my heart--not the despair that is cured with a pistol, but a cold, impotent desperation, concealed under a polite exterior and a good-natured smile. I became a moral cripple; I had lost one half of my soul, for it had shriveled, dried up and died, and I had cut it off and cast it away, while the other half stirred and lived, adapted to serve every comer. No one noticed this, because no one suspected there had been another half."
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destinywalender · 1 year ago
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