Human love and happiness fall second to art: “Life is unimportant,” says Lermontov.
Lermontov published only one small collection of poems in 1840.
The name Lermontov is said to be the same as the Scotch Learmonth.
This does not mean that Lermontov is inferior to the Western romantic poets.
In Lermontov there is nothing slovenly; but there is a great deal that is flat and sullen.
In all the annals of poetry, there is no more curious figure than Lermontov.
In this poem Lermontov reaches the high-water mark of his descriptive powers.
Lermontov says frankly: the sacred traditions of our past do not move his soul.
Lermontov's Pechorin was in some respects an anticipation of Bazarov; so were the many Russian rebels.
The translations of Pushkin and of Lermontov have never impressed foreign readers in the superlative degree.