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
book differences provinces
Anyone who has crossed from the district of Bolkhov into that of Zhizdra will probably have been struck by the sharp difference between the natives of the provinces of Orel and Kaluga.
food illness appetite
Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite.
sea fishing rivers
Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
ideas my-own
Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. "I don't adopt any one's ideas; I have my own.
feelings pity good-feeling
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
fire earth may
One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
soup facts vices
I'm through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me.... If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
want force
Don't force me into saying what I don't want to say, and what I won't say.
nature rights long
Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.
memories goal long
So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me — a long, long road without a goal...
fool monsters conquer
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
grieving green meadows
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
nature doors answers
However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
flower eye heart
However passionate, sinning, and rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb, the flowers growing over it peep serenely at us with their innocent eyes; they tell us not of eternal peace alone, of that great peace of "indifferent" nature: they tell us, too, of eternal reconciliation and of life without end.