Pechorin, Grigory Alexandrovich

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Grigory Pechorin- fictional character, main character novels "Hero of Our Time" and "Princess Ligovskaya", written by Mikhail Lermontov. A classic character, the image of a person who has not found a use for himself.

Biography

Born in St. Petersburg. In his words, “He quickly became bored with teaching.” As soon as he got rid of parental care, he immediately began to enjoy all the delights of life, but he quickly became tired of them. After that he joined the army. After some time, he was exiled for a duel to the Caucasus, among the active troops. It is this period of Pechorin’s life that is covered in the novel. He hoped to relieve boredom on the battlefield, but after a month he got used to both the whistling of bullets and the proximity of death. In the first chronological chapter of the novel “Taman,” Pechorin stumbles upon a gang of smugglers and destroys their system. In this chapter, the thought comes to Pechorin that he brings only misfortune to everyone. After this, Pechorin goes to the waters in Kislovodsk, where he meets his friend cadet Grushnitsky, his acquaintance Vera, who is in love with him, and Princess Mary. During his stay in Kislovodsk and Pyatigorsk, Pechorin falls in love with Princess Mary and quarrels with Grushnitsky. He kills Grushnitsky in a duel and refuses Princess Mary. On suspicion of a duel, he is again exiled, this time to the fortress. There he meets Maxim Maksimych.

Character

Pechorin and Onegin

Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov, describing his hero, was inspired by the hero of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, Evgeny Onegin. He even chose the name according to the same principle, giving his hero a surname after the name of the northern river. In Lermontov's essays, he more than once, having peed himself, called his hero Onegin instead of Pechorin.

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Pechorin - the main thing character famous novel "A Hero of Our Time". This work children read at school. What is Pechorin's name? The name and patronymic of this person is Grigory Alexandrovich. Who is he? The main character of the novel is an officer who was exiled from the northern capital to the Caucasus due to one tragic incident, then he traveled a little, and died on the way from Persia.

It seems that we know very little about this man. But the author did not set out to talk in detail about life path Pechorin, his psychology, actions and their reasons are more important to him. Grigory Alexandrovich was brought up in a noble family. He stood out brightly against the background of the gray crowd. There were few cultured people like him at that time. In addition, Pechorin was very smart, loved to philosophize, and knew a lot of history and literature. The main character thought about the meaning of life, about good and evil, about God and death. He always speaks concisely and wisely, which indicates his education. Many random interlocutors asked what Pechorin’s name was and wanted to continue communicating with him, because such an intelligent person was rarely found. It seems that the main character has two souls: calculating and dispassionate and romantic, loving poetry and beauty.

Meaningless life, loss of best qualities

This the smartest person he feels that he is capable of a lot, he realizes that he came into this world for a reason, but he lives his years meaninglessly. He realizes that he is living incorrectly, and this depresses him. Many people wonder what the name of Pechorin’s horse was. His name is Circassian.

The author takes a critical approach to Pechorin. The main character wastes his time on little things. His life consists of love adventures and beautiful gestures. Outwardly, he seems to be a quite prosperous person. His love did not give anyone joy; on the contrary, it brings only suffering. Pechorin seems restrained and impassive. No one knows that he is actually not alien to friendly and loving feelings.

The main character remembers the past years. He told Princess Mary about how his soul was gradually deteriorating, and wondered why he no longer had purity and morality.

Relationships with girls

Now that he no longer had any good qualities, he became gloomy and lonely. He feels sad among people, but he cannot remain idle, he wants to occupy himself with something. One day Pechorin, whose name and patronymic you already know, decides that he won’t be bored under Chechen bullets and goes to the Caucasus. He unceremoniously interferes in people's destinies and causes suffering to everyone. He was sad, and he did everything to make Bela love him. Pechorin did not have any feelings for her, he was simply interested in capturing the heart of this pure, innocent girl, who seemed so different from society ladies. When Bela fell in love with him, he no longer needed her. He didn’t want anyone to worship him; the girl no longer seemed attractive to him. A similar situation is present in the story about Princess Mary. She finds out Pechorin's name, begins to communicate with him... As a result, he makes the girl fall in love with him, and then loses interest in her. Then he kills his former friend Grushnitsky in a duel.

Mary openly confesses her love to him, but Pechorin says that he does not need her. However, the princess’s torment does not leave him indifferent; he admits that he was on the verge, and was ready to reciprocate her feelings. But still Pechorin is indifferent to Mary, as well as to Bela. He does not want to start a family with her, but the princess dreams of it. The main character of the novel does not know how to love, he cannot make a single person happy, just like himself.

Pechorin's relationship with Vera is also full of drama. This woman is the only one who managed to discern a brave soul and a noble heart behind the mask of dispassion. By the way, you already know Pechorin’s name.

Cynicism

The main character is lonely, does not trust either his comrades or his lovers. He is distinguished by cynicism. In his opinion, love is like a cut flower, after admiring it enough, you need to throw it on the road - perhaps someone will pick it up.

Unfavorable era

The author did not try to criticize Pechorin, nor to present him in a better light. The main character was unlucky. Perhaps if he had been born at a different time, his life would not have been so aimless. Today schoolchildren read a novel about this man and reflect on his difficult fate. They learn Pechorin's name from the book.

Vicious Society

When the same flaws or shortcomings are characteristic of an entire generation, you should not blame people for this - society is to blame. It is he who should be corrected, and not Pechorin. The hero of his time suffered from the fact that he was born in a disadvantaged era. Perhaps the reader wants to blame him for the broken destinies and suffering that he caused to people, but is it worth doing this? We should not forget that Pechorin himself experienced constant torment, was sad and could not find a place for himself in life.

Pechorin is the main character of the novel by M.Yu. Lermontov "Hero of Our Time". One of the most famous characters Russian classics, whose name has become a household name. The article provides information about the character from the work, a quotation description.

Full name

Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin.

His name was... Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin. He was a nice guy

Age

Once, in the fall, a transport with provisions arrived; there was an officer in the transport, a young man of about twenty-five

Relation to other characters

Pechorin treated almost everyone around him with disdain. The only exceptions are , whom Pechorin considered his equal, and female characters who aroused some feelings in him.

Pechorin's appearance

A young man of about twenty-five. A striking feature is the eyes that never laugh.

He was of average height; his slender, thin figure and broad shoulders proved a strong build, capable of enduring all the difficulties of a nomad; his dusty velvet frock coat, fastened only by the bottom two buttons, made it possible to see his dazzlingly clean linen, revealing the habits of a decent man; his stained gloves seemed deliberately tailored to fit his small aristocratic hand, and when he took off one glove, I was surprised at the thinness of his pale fingers. His gait was careless and lazy, but I noticed that he did not wave his arms - a sure sign of some secretiveness of character. When he sat down on the bench, his straight waist bent, as if he didn’t have a single bone in his back; the position of his whole body depicted some kind of nervous weakness: he sat like Balzac’s thirty-year-old coquette sits. At first glance at his face, I would not have given him more than twenty-three years, although after that I was ready to give him thirty. There was something childish in his smile. His skin had a certain feminine tenderness; his blond hair, naturally curly, so picturesquely outlined his pale, noble forehead, on which, only after long observation, one could notice traces of wrinkles. Despite the light color of his hair, his mustache and eyebrows were black - a sign of the breed in a person, just like the black mane and black tail of a white horse. He had a slightly upturned nose, dazzling white teeth and brown eyes; I must say a few more words about the eyes.
First of all, they didn't laugh when he laughed! This is a sign of either an evil disposition or deep, constant sadness. Because of the half-lowered eyelashes, they shone with some kind of phosphorescent shine. It was the shine of steel, dazzling, but cold; his gaze - short, but penetrating and heavy, left the unpleasant impression of an indiscreet question and could have seemed impudent if he had not been so indifferently calm. In general, he was very handsome and had one of those original faces that are especially popular with secular women.

Social status

An officer exiled to the Caucasus for some bad story, possibly a duel.

Once, in the fall, a transport with provisions arrived; there was an officer in the transport

I explained to them that I was an officer, I was going to an active detachment for official business.

And what do I care about human joys and misfortunes, me, a traveling officer?

I said your name... She knew it. It seems your story has caused a lot of noise there...

At the same time, a wealthy aristocrat from St. Petersburg.

strong build... not defeated by the debauchery of metropolitan life

and besides, I have lackeys and money!

they looked at me with tender curiosity: the St. Petersburg cut of the frock coat misled them

I remarked to her that she must have met you in St. Petersburg, somewhere in the world...

empty travel stroller; its easy movement, convenient design and smart appearance had some kind of foreign imprint.

Further fate

Died while returning from Persia.

I recently learned that Pechorin died while returning from Persia.

Pechorin's personality

To say that Pechorin - unusual person- this is nothing to say. It combines intelligence, knowledge of people, extreme honesty towards oneself and the inability to find a purpose in life and low morality. Because of these qualities, he constantly finds himself in tragic situations. His diary amazes with the sincerity of his assessment of his actions and desires.

Pechorin about himself

He speaks of himself as an unhappy person who cannot escape boredom.

I have an unhappy character; Whether my upbringing made me this way, whether God created me this way, I don’t know; I only know that if I am the cause of the misfortune of others, then I myself am no less unhappy; Of course, this is little consolation for them - only the fact is that it is so. In my early youth, from the moment I left the care of my relatives, I began to madly enjoy all the pleasures that could be obtained for money, and of course, these pleasures disgusted me. Then I set out into the big world, and soon I also got tired of society; I fell in love with society beauties and was loved - but their love only irritated my imagination and pride, and my heart remained empty... I began to read, study - I was also tired of science; I saw that neither fame nor happiness depended on them at all, because the most happy people- ignoramuses, and fame is luck, and to achieve it, you just need to be dexterous. Then I became bored... Soon they transferred me to the Caucasus: this is the happiest time of my life. I hoped that boredom did not live under Chechen bullets - in vain: after a month I got so used to their buzzing and the proximity of death that, really, I paid more attention to mosquitoes - and I became more bored than before, because I had lost almost my last hope . When I saw Bela in my house, when for the first time, holding her on my knees, I kissed her black curls, I, a fool, thought that she was an angel sent to me by compassionate fate... I was wrong again: the love of a savage is little better than the love of a noble lady; the ignorance and simple-heartedness of one are just as annoying as the coquetry of the other. If you want, I still love her, I am grateful to her for a few rather sweet minutes, I would give my life for her, but I’m bored with her... Am I a fool or a villain, I don’t know; but it is true that I am also very worthy of pity, perhaps more than she: my soul is spoiled by light, my imagination is restless, my heart is insatiable; Everything is not enough for me: I get used to sadness just as easily as to pleasure, and my life becomes emptier day by day; I have only one remedy left: travel. As soon as possible, I will go - just not to Europe, God forbid! - I’ll go to America, to Arabia, to India - maybe I’ll die somewhere on the road! At least I am sure that this last consolation will not soon be exhausted by storms and bad roads.”

About my upbringing

Pechorin blames his behavior on improper upbringing in childhood, non-recognition of his true virtuous principles.

Yes, this has been my lot since childhood. Everyone read on my face signs of bad feelings that were not there; but they were anticipated - and they were born. I was modest - I was accused of guile: I became secretive. I felt good and evil deeply; no one caressed me, everyone insulted me: I became vindictive; I was gloomy, - other children were cheerful and talkative; I felt superior to them - they put me lower. I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me: and I learned to hate. My colorless youth passed in a struggle with myself and the world; Fearing ridicule, I buried my best feelings in the depths of my heart: they died there. I told the truth - they didn’t believe me: I began to deceive; Having learned well the light and springs of society, I became skilled in the science of life and saw how others were happy without art, freely enjoying the benefits that I so tirelessly sought. And then despair was born in my chest - not the despair that is treated with the barrel of a pistol, but cold, powerless despair, covered with courtesy and a good-natured smile. I became a moral cripple: one half of my soul did not exist, it dried up, evaporated, died, I cut it off and threw it away - while the other moved and lived at the service of everyone, and no one noticed this, because no one knew about the existence of the deceased its halves; but now you have awakened in me the memory of her, and I read her epitaph to you. To many, all epitaphs seem funny, but not to me, especially when I remember what lies underneath them. However, I do not ask you to share my opinion: if my prank seems funny to you, please laugh: I warn you that this will not upset me in the least.

About passion and pleasure

Pechorin often philosophizes, in particular, about the motives of actions, passions and true values.

But there is immense pleasure in possessing a young, barely blossoming soul! She is like a flower whose best fragrance evaporates towards the first ray of the sun; you need to pick it up at this moment and, after breathing it to your heart’s content, throw it on the road: maybe someone will pick it up! I feel this insatiable greed within me, devouring everything that comes my way; I look at the sufferings and joys of others only in relation to myself, as food that supports my spiritual strength. I myself am no longer capable of going mad under the influence of passion; My ambition was suppressed by circumstances, but it manifested itself in a different form, for ambition is nothing more than a thirst for power, and my first pleasure is to subordinate to my will everything that surrounds me; to arouse feelings of love, devotion and fear - isn’t this the first sign and the greatest triumph of power? To be the cause of suffering and joy for someone, without having any positive right to do so - isn’t this the sweetest food of our pride? What is happiness? Intense pride. If I considered myself better, more powerful than everyone else in the world, I would be happy; if everyone loved me, I would find endless sources of love in myself. Evil begets evil; the first suffering gives the concept of pleasure in tormenting another; the idea of ​​evil cannot enter a person’s head without him wanting to apply it to reality: ideas are organic creatures, someone said: their birth already gives them a form, and this form is an action; the one in whose head more ideas were born acts more than others; because of this, a genius, chained to an official desk, must die or go crazy, just as a man with a powerful physique, with a sedentary life and modest behavior, dies of an apoplexy. Passions are nothing more than ideas in their first development: they belong to the youth of the heart, and he is a fool who thinks to worry about them all his life: many calm rivers begin with noisy waterfalls, but not one jumps and foams all the way to the sea. But this calmness is often a sign of great, although hidden strength; the fullness and depth of feelings and thoughts does not allow frantic impulses; the soul, suffering and enjoying, gives itself a strict account of everything and is convinced that it should be so; she knows that without thunderstorms the constant heat of the sun will dry her out; she is imbued with her own life - she cherishes and punishes herself like a beloved child. Only in this highest condition Through self-knowledge a person can appreciate God's justice.

About fatal destiny

Pechorin knows that he brings misfortune to people. He even considers himself an executioner:

I run through my entire past in my memory and involuntarily ask myself: why did I live? For what purpose was I born?.. And, it’s true, it existed, and, it’s true, I had a high purpose, because I feel immense powers in my soul... But I didn’t guess this purpose, I was carried away by the lures of empty and ungrateful passions; I came out of their crucible hard and cold as iron, but I lost forever the ardor of noble aspirations - the best light of life. And since then, how many times have I played the role of an ax in the hands of fate! Like an instrument of execution, I fell on the heads of the doomed victims, often without malice, always without regret... My love did not bring happiness to anyone, because I did not sacrifice anything for those I loved: I loved for myself, for my own pleasure: I only satisfied a strange need of the heart, greedily absorbing their feelings, their joys and sufferings - and could never get enough. Thus, a person tormented by hunger falls asleep exhausted and sees before him luxurious dishes and sparkling wines; he devours with delight the aerial gifts of the imagination, and it seems easier to him; but as soon as I woke up, the dream disappeared... what remained was double hunger and despair!

I felt sad. And why did fate throw me into the peaceful circle of honest smugglers? Like a stone thrown into a smooth spring, I disturbed their calm and, like a stone, I almost sank to the bottom myself!

About women

Pechorin does not pass over women, their logic and feelings, with an unflattering side. It becomes clear that he avoids women with a strong character to please his weaknesses, because such women are not able to forgive him for his indifference and spiritual stinginess, to understand and love him.

What should I do? I have a premonition... When meeting a woman, I always unmistakably guessed whether she would love me or not...

What a woman won’t do to upset her rival! I remember one fell in love with me because I loved the other. There is nothing more paradoxical than the female mind; It is difficult to convince women of anything; they must be brought to the point where they convince themselves; the order of evidence with which they destroy their warnings is very original; in order to learn their dialectics, you need to overturn in your mind all the school rules of logic.

I must admit that I definitely don’t like women with character: is it any of their business! , maybe if I had met her five years later, we would have parted differently...

About the fear of getting married

At the same time, Pechorin honestly admits to himself that he is afraid to get married. He even finds the reason for this - as a child, a fortune teller predicted his death from his evil wife

I sometimes despise myself... is that not why I despise others?.. I have become incapable of noble impulses; I'm afraid to seem funny to myself. If someone else were in my place, he would have offered the princess son coeur et sa fortune; but the word marry has some kind of magical power over me: no matter how passionately I love a woman, if she only makes me feel that I should marry her, forgive love! my heart turns to stone, and nothing will warm it up again. I am ready for all sacrifices except this one; Twenty times I will put my life, even my honor, on the line... but I will not sell my freedom. Why do I value her so much? What’s in it for me?.. where am I preparing myself? What do I expect from the future?.. Really, absolutely nothing. This is some kind of innate fear, an inexplicable premonition... After all, there are people who are unconsciously afraid of spiders, cockroaches, mice... Should I admit it?.. When I was still a child, one old woman wondered about me to my mother; she predicted my death from an evil wife; this struck me deeply then; An insurmountable aversion to marriage was born in my soul... Meanwhile, something tells me that her prediction will come true; at least I will try to make it come true as late as possible.

About enemies

Pechorin is not afraid of enemies and even rejoices when they exist.

Very glad; I love enemies, although not in a Christian way. They amuse me, they stir my blood. To be always on the alert, to catch every glance, the meaning of every word, to guess intentions, to destroy conspiracies, to pretend to be deceived, and suddenly with one push to overturn the entire huge and laborious edifice of their cunning and plans - this is what I call life.

about friendship

According to Pechorin himself, he cannot be friends:

I am incapable of friendship: of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although often neither of them admits this to himself; I cannot be a slave, and in this case commanding is tedious work, because at the same time I must deceive; and besides, I have lackeys and money!

About inferior people

Pechorin speaks poorly of disabled people, seeing in them an inferiority of soul.

But what to do? I am often prone to prejudice... I admit, I have a strong prejudice against all the blind, crooked, deaf, dumb, legless, armless, hunchbacked, etc. I noticed that there is always some strange relationship between a person’s appearance and his soul: as if with the loss of a member the soul loses some kind of feeling.

About fatalism

It is difficult to say for sure whether Pechorin believes in fate. Most likely he doesn’t believe it and even argued about it with. However, that same evening he decided to try his luck and almost died. Pechorin is passionate and ready to say goodbye to life, he tests himself for strength. His determination and steadfastness even in the face of mortal danger is amazing.

I like to doubt everything: this disposition of mind does not interfere with the decisiveness of my character - on the contrary, as for me, I always move forward more boldly when I do not know what awaits me. After all, nothing worse can happen than death—and you can’t escape death!

After all this, how can one not become a fatalist? But who knows for sure whether he is convinced of something or not?.. and how often do we mistake for a belief a deception of feelings or a blunder of reason!..

At that moment a strange thought flashed through my head: like Vulich, I decided to tempt fate.

The shot rang out right next to my ear, the bullet tore off my epaulette

About death

Pechorin is not afraid of death. According to the hero, he has already seen and experienced everything possible in this life in dreams and daydreams, and now he wanders aimlessly, having spent the most on fantasies. best qualities of your soul.

Well? die like that die! the loss to the world is small; and I’m pretty bored myself. I am like a man yawning at a ball who does not go to bed only because his carriage is not yet there. But the carriage is ready... goodbye!..

And maybe I’ll die tomorrow!.. and there won’t be a single creature left on earth who would understand me completely. Some consider me worse, others better than I really am... Some will say: he was a kind fellow, others - a scoundrel. Both will be false. After this, is life worth the trouble? but you live out of curiosity: you expect something new... It’s funny and annoying!

Pechorin has a passion for driving fast

Despite all the internal contradictions and oddities of character, Pechorin is able to truly enjoy nature and the power of the elements; he, like M.Yu. Lermontov is in love with mountain landscapes and seeks salvation from his restless mind in them

Returning home, I sat on horseback and galloped off into the steppe; I love to ride a hot horse through the tall grass, against the desert wind; I greedily swallow the fragrant air and direct my gaze into the blue distance, trying to catch the foggy outlines of objects that are becoming clearer and clearer every minute. Whatever grief lies on the heart, whatever anxiety torments the thought, everything will dissipate in a minute; the soul will become light, the fatigue of the body will overcome the anxiety of the mind. There is no female gaze that I would not forget at the sight of curly mountains illuminated by the southern sun, at the sight of the blue sky or listening to the sound of a stream falling from cliff to cliff.

Speaking about the characterization of Grigory Pechorin, first of all it should be noted that the author of the work, Mikhail Lermontov, clearly showed his attitude towards the hero Grigory Pechorin. Pechorin does not fit into society, he seems to “fall out” of it, and the point is not at all in his appearance. Indeed, Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin is a handsome officer, has a sharp mind, a lively and ebullient nature, and has an explosive character. However, Mikhail Lermontov himself, mentioning the characterization of Grigory Pechorin, notes: “This is a portrait made up of the vices of our entire generation, in their full development.”

Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin is, of course, a put together image of the people of that time, namely the 30s of the 19th century.

So, Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin is, of course, a put together image of the people of that time, namely the 30s of the 19th century. What interesting things can be said about the characterization of Grigory Pechorin?

He leads a rather boring lifestyle, he is lonely, and it’s hard to keep himself busy. Although at one time Pechorin moved in the best circles of society, he became bored with everything: courting ladies and social amusements.

On the one hand, Grigory is afraid that society will negatively affect him, so internally he shuns its influence, but on the other hand, Pechorin does not worry about the welfare and well-being of others. Not only does he not appreciate true love and friendship, and among other things, Lermontov’s main character does not worry about the fact that with his behavior he is ruining the fates of those close to him. This fact, of course, significantly overshadows the characterization of Grigory Pechorin.

Characteristics of Grigory Pechorin in the chapter "Bela"

As you read the book and analyze Lermontov's hero Pechorin, it becomes clear that Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin indulges in recklessness simply because he is bored. But when the passion of adventure takes possession of him, he is calculating and ready to do anything - sacrifice friendship, hurt someone's feelings, break something inside himself. For example, in the chapter “Bela” Pechorin burns with passion for the girl Bela, and does everything possible to achieve her favor. It seems that Grigory Pechorin loves Bela, but how can one explain the fact that he mercilessly destroys her family, forcibly kidnaps the girl, pushes Bela’s brother Azamat to madness, and then puts on a guise and tries to evoke sympathy and pity for himself? It is unlikely that such actions can be explained by true love.

Reflecting on the characterization of Grigory Pechorin after reading this chapter, it is clear that in fact Lermontov’s hero Pechorin did not need Bela, she became a fleeting quenching of boredom and for a time, while he was seeking her, dispersed his melancholy.

True, Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin is not devoid of compassion. Realizing that he doesn’t need Bela, but he won her heart, Pechorin continues to deceive her, only now his deception lies in the fact that he supposedly loves her dearly.

Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin indulges in recklessness simply because he is bored. But when the passion for adventure takes hold of him, he is calculating and ready to do anything.

Conclusions about the characteristics of Grigory Pechorin

Speaking in simple language about Lermontov's hero Pechorin, let's say that Pechorin - bad person, uniting the vices of his generation and modern society. But still, from his actions and way of thinking, one can draw important conclusions about the morality of people in general, and look at oneself through the prism of the vicious character of Grigory Aleksandrovich Pechorin.

The surname directly goes back to the name of the river. In the old days, settlements arose mainly on rivers; they were sometimes the only means of communication, and a person’s “small homeland” was easily identified by his last name. Judge for yourself: Barguzin, Vetlugin, Volgin, Vologdin, Katagoshchin, Kostromin, Mezenin and Mezhenin, Moskvin, Pechorin, Pinegin, Samarin, Sviyagin, Sukhonin, Khatuntsev (Khatun is a tributary of the Ob).
The surname has the same Pinegin there is a rather rare option Pinigin. Perhaps this is its distorted form due to an accidental error in pronunciation (such cases are very common). It may be that it is based on a dialectal Vyatka word pinig, pinyugap- a person who blinks or squints frequently. At the same time, there are villages in the Tyumen region Pinigino, and also Pingino, where literally every second person bears this surname.
Seems to be close to Pechorin surname Pecherin, however, it is based on an ancient word ovens- caves (hence the Kiev-Pechersk Lavra, not the Pechora Lavra).
Pecherin Vladimir Sergeevich (1807-85) - Russian public figure, philosopher, poet, utopian socialist. Since 1835 Professor of Greek Philosophy at Moscow University. Since 1836 emigrant, in 1840 accepted Catholicism. He lived in English monasteries and maintained an interest in social and philosophical problems and the Russian liberation movement. He owns the dramatic poem “The Triumph of Death” and the memoirs “Grave Notes”.

Version 2. History of the origin of the Pechorin surname

The surname directly goes back to the name of the river and points directly to a person from the banks of the river. Pechory.
If the name of the river is not connected with the common noun cave, then the name of the Pskov city of Pechera is directly connected with the caves. But it seems that the close surname Pecherin has a different origin, it is based on a string Russian word pechery - caves. Then Peshcherin is here. (E)

Version 3

The surname Pechorin originates from the name of the Pechora River. This is one of the most abundant rivers in Europe and Russia. It originates in the Northern Urals, in the southeastern part of the Komi Republic, and flows to the southwest.

In historical sources, information first appears about the Pechora River (1096), and only later about the tribe that lives along the banks of this river, neighboring the Komi and Ugra peoples. The most developed versions are about the Samoyed origin of this people, whose closest relatives are the Nenets. The name of the river probably comes from the Samoyed “pecher” - “forest dweller”.

Based on this, it can be assumed that the founder of the Pechorin family was a native of the banks of the Pechora. Since toponymic surnames contained an indication not only of belonging to a specific family, but also of a relationship to a specific geographical object, they were initially adjectives with different formants: the surnames -skiy/-tskiy and -aninov/-yaninov belong mainly to the nobility and nobility; surnames in –itov/-ichev, -inov, -tsev, - yakov/-akov, - niks, -in, -ikh/-ykh. As a result, a descendant of a person with the nickname Pechorin eventually received the surname Pechorin.

How to spell the surname Pechorin in English (Latin alphabet)

Pechorin

When filling out a document in English, you should first write your first name, then your patronymic in Latin letters, and then your last name. You may need to spell the surname Pechorin in English when applying for a foreign passport, ordering a foreign hotel, when placing an order in an English online store, and so on.

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