Ivan Turgenev
Ivan Turgenev
Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenevwas a Russian novelist, short story writer, and playwright. His first major publication, a short story collection entitled A Sportsman's Sketches, was a milestone of Russian Realism, and his novel Fathers and Sonsis regarded as one of the major works of 19th-century fiction...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth9 November 1818
CountryRussian Federation
children people tomorrow
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
fate rights giving
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights - the right to swear and curse at your fate!
song nature doors
No matter how often you knock at nature's door, she won't answer in words you can understand--for Nature is dumb. She'll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn't expect a song.
feelings moments
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
doe speak can-do
That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
blow people noses
Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
dream past remember
The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?
nature men temples
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.
memories long want
Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.
mediocre
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
wife harder whole
To tell about a drunken muzhik's beating his wife is incomparably harder than to compose a whole tract about the 'woman question.'
first-love rising-up phantoms
What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
happiness men every-man
Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
self beast should
I've become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it's difficult to tame the beast in oneself.