Love in Lermontov

Recently, interest in Lermontov in the West has definitely grown. It cannot be compared with the campaign for Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, it is far from the feverish curiosity about Gogol, but it is already noticeable and emphasized enough. Lermontov is translated, read, here and there walks the theater ramp. People write and talk about him. Perhaps in this way the real significance of a great writer, comparatively less known to the Western intelligentsia, is being restored, perhaps the so-called "poet of disappointment" appeals to the fashionable decadent moods with his misinterpreted "spleen", with his deliberately accentuated and generalized dissatisfaction with life", with his clearly forced capitulation to the "demonic" forces of the world; Perhaps Lermontov is the last excavation of the modern "modern" from the unread antiquity "According to the established standard for the new as a well-forgotten old". There are many reasons for the resurrection of a great name. But, it seems to me, those listed so far do not explain an already long-standing interest, beyond simple snobbish fascinations.