intense individual, a military officer who kidnaps beautiful daughter of Circassian tribesman, and who, according to Lermantov's own introduction, is a composite portrait, made up of all the vices which flourish, full grown, amongst the generation of the time. On July 25, 1841, at Pyatigorsk, fellow soldier Nikolai Martynov, who had been the butt of Lermontov's jokes, challenged Lermontov to a duel. The duel took place two days later at the foot of Mashuk mountain. Lermontov deliberately chose the edge of a precipice for the duel, so that if either combatant was wounded, he would fall and his fate would be sealed. Lermontov was killed by Martynov's first shot. Much of his best verse was posthumously discovered in his pocket-book. This edition is a new revision aiming to bring English translation as close as possible to Lermontov's original vision. There has been some confusion in various English editions containing entries of Pechorin's diary, not present in Lermontov's original and various other alterations of Lermnontov's original structure of the novel. This edition has been compiled after close examination of Russian originals and follows author's intended structure. Released under Urban Romantics imprint , aiming to give readers a complete experience of both classic and contemporary romantic writing. Reviews This study of a man - and a society - in crisis was to become one of the most important books of its time… I have read this novel several times, young and old, always hooked. - Doris Lessing No one in Russia has ever written such prose, so precise, so beautiful, so exquisite. - Nikolai Gogol Still just a boy, and he wrote A Hero of Our Time! - Anton Chekhov In A Hero of Our Time, Lermontov managed to create a fictional person whose romantic dash to cynicism, tiger-like suppleness and eagle eye, hot blood and cool head, tenderness and taciturnity, elegance and brutality, delicacy of perception and harsh passion to dominate, ruthlessness and awareness of it, are of lasting appeal to readers of all countries and centuries. - Vladimir Nabokov

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