The entire short life of Mikhail Lermontov is full of fatal coincidences, as if from two possibilities for the development of events - bad and worst - he always chose the worst. For him, for his life, all the consequences of the choice were sad, they led to drastic changes - unwanted, unhappy, irreparable. But for the work he was involved in, for literature, they turned out to be good. The more painfully the poet’s fate plays with his soul, the louder and clearer his lyre sounds. This is an immutable law, although it does not promise anything good for the poet himself. The happiness in personal life that birthday people wish for does not happen with such a destiny of the soul. The gift of heaven for the poet becomes his curse.