Ivan S. Turgenev


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Ivan S. Turgenev (1818-1883), Russian poet, playwright and author wrote Fathers and Sons (1862). Its central character Bazarov and his friend Arkady represent the nihilistic tendencies of the younger generation given to western free-thinking and revolt; "A nihilist is a man who does not bow to any authorities, who does not take any principle on trust, no matter with what respect that principle is surrounded." while fathers Vassily and Nikolai, and Pavel represent the older staid and traditional figure of Russia pre Revolution. Love and marriage enters the picture and causes much confusion and re-thinking of old and new values.

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev was born in Orel province, Russia, on 9 November, 1818. The Turgenevs were wealthy landowners, and when Ivan's father died his domineering and abusive mother oversaw the running of the farms and their serfs. After attending University of St. Petersburg, Turgenev moved to Germany and entered University of Berlin. There he concentrated on studies of history and the philosophy chiefly of Georg W. F. Hegel (1770-1831). After a time working as a civil servant he met French singer Pauline Viardot with whom he had a lifelong affair. He set up residence in France and it was there that he began writing in earnest. Travelling often between Europe and Russia, Turgenev was arrested and imprisoned for suspicious revolutionary activities.

Unlike his contemporaries Fyodor Dostoevsky and Leo Tolstoy who wrote on matters of the church and religion, Turgenev focused more on the movement toward social reform. His depictions of Russian 19th century provincial life and its turbulent times of political upheaval were lauded by many fellow authors including Joseph Conrad and Henry James; he was also a great friend to many including French author Gustave Flaubert.

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev died in exile in Paris on 4 September 1883. As a last wish his remains were taken home and buried in the Volkoff Cemetery, St. Petersburg, Russia.

Other Turgenev works include;

A Conversation on the Highway (1851),
Recordings Of A Hunter (1852),
Rudin (1857),
A House of Gentlefolk (1859).
Smoke (1867),
Spring Torrents (1872), and
Virgin Soil (1877)

Biography written by C.D. Merriman for Jalic Inc. Copyright Jalic Inc 2006. All Rights Reserved.

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Turgenev Recommendations

I've read Fathers and Sons by Turgenev and enjoyed it, but I'm not sure where to go next. I am interested in reading First Love and suspect this might be the direction, any other recommendations of something worth reading, maybe a little description or a few words on why? I'm interested in all kinds of classic literature and I've read most of the Russians and pretty big portions of their work. If by any chance anyone has read The Precipice by Ivan Goncharov I'd appreciate any kind of responses to it.


What about Turgenev?

How does he compare to the other Russian big boys and what stories would you recommend?


Amour

Amour, my love, you now, is not and I is same? The Liang Yong Qi's song, the waltz tune wind, the affection is exquisite, I liked, listening very much to be drunk, recently listened Ledu not any feeling, I wanted possibly to be pondered the literature completely was in the upper hand with the life reason. Spring vacation the younger brother came back, brings some MP3, I to download Liang Yong Qi, Sun Yanzi, Huang Hsiangi flew in circles with the expense, the inside sentiment has moved me, although the lyrics wrote writes all almost, not how, but occasionally listens or to be able to be infatuated with in inside. Actually I with originally like these stars, recently looked Hua Shih Sunday the music program, MTV, only has a week of talent to have, time broadcasts for two hours, looked at very many before simply cannot look, only in order to look receives Christianity with the classical music program, looked at rice west Asia, you is gentle and other very many singers. Oh, gentle that too has really been moved, she is sings in Greece, did not know she is the Greek, I want to be supposed to be, she sings the innermost soul primitive summon, sincere, warm, bright a little mystical, the picture must return to the blue color the sky, in there breath thorough cool, but its essence is the folk song style, the picture takes Pori or the Italian love song very much, the sunlight feeling, is extremely comfortable. Hey, really wants to live in the sky, my dream, that is tenseveral year-old time, I intruded the future century, I am turned on in the outside outer space an inconceivable world, there has a row of platoon giant building, the yellow golden color body, bright frightening, upright resplendent in gold and jade green, bright is also dazzling than the sunlight. I arrived inside, saw to person which many comes and goes, they smile leisurely and carefree, each other gives regards, kind says the hello to me, I felt very frustratedly, as if they already know me. I walk to a dining room, there may see vast hillside, fluctuation extremely exquisite, green and glossy, the picture is Swiss perhaps Austria's village, is also more beautiful than that, likes the fairy tale. More important, in dining room food many cannot count, has all kinds of good food, looked like lets the person drool with envy, I have selected several type, has eaten, that delightfully with fragrantly looked like is you is eating food which the champagne did. Ate to the full me certainly not to be able to forget own line of business, I arrived the music area, on the wall am the three-dimensional music master portrait, lifelike, had the name, the introduction, the correlation sound recording. Interesting is, some good happily was angry the archery target female composer, the name I looked at, had very many characters, only back knew had sky, I wanted to be the Russian, I wanted to know she was that century person, had any type to the humanity the contribution, I have traced her hair, entered immediately to an evil spirit imaginary space, I floated in airborne, about about resounded this female composer's music in all directions, ha, that was any music, too was attractive, the rhythm , the melody coordination rhythm unceasingly rose, the advance, launched the ever changing magnificent sound, I send out an intermittent exclamation in inside, gasps for breath, its emotion is extremely intense and deep, the depth attains my heart, I want not the note especially to unify Chaikefusiji combination all to be inferior to it, I admire this female talent, she should be two tenmulti- centuries people, does well is a two tencentury, really hopes like this, then I have the opportunity to know her. I walk to the article school district, on the book shelf have the dazzling book, classifies according to writer's name, at that time general name is an English, I pressed have classified the switch, after altered to Chinese I to arrive the Chinese writer area, I looked for also to be surnamed Chen the writer, because his book were specially many, each kind of language and the correlation data had the quite several rooms, I casually looked one originally read, I took up the book, inside that dialogue vivid let the person not dare to believe, the character engraved delimits extremely has the characteristic, all very had the individuality, the content is the philosophy story, Profoundness reveals which the human nature, but writes 1. not to be heavy, instead extremely relaxed smart-alecky, had understood for the person on loves the class, how some people have exposed the eternal subject, how has such style, how has such writer with the work, after looked thought had the confidence to be many, Shakespeare or was allowed to surmount. Afterwards I went to the stadium with the person compared to the sword, lost to that person he also to praise me to be good. Also goes to the branch school district, saw to many strange instruments and the biology, thinks very freshly. Walked walks has been being thirsty, I walked to a drink shop, I have selected cup of cider, that salesclerk with me said ten thousand Yuan, I frightened as soon as jump, where had the that expensive drink, because was a dream, I knew I only had 400, asked he did have 400, he laughed, he said needed to give the money, but was buckles from yours contribution, if you contributed one day in the heaven are one million, no matter you made that line, they could from the God there declaration, the contribution value examine by God. That salesclerk turns on the cash register, assigns out my material, said I at present one day to have several ten million, said with me may, asks me or the main point, I have died of thirst, nods, he takes the cider to lead me to an airtight space, then he walked. Here originally is a small room, will go in later to change infinite big, all around transparent, will be bright incomparably. I drink the cider, impressively discovered opposite sits a girl, long intelligent is lovable. I drink while ask her, has the third world war, Taiwan can be independent, how does the humanity walk the history, knows me, asked a big pile, she all replied, but I have already forgotten, only knew listens to feel anxious fills the hope, thought is like this best. Afterwards I drank, wanted to visit other place, actually did not know how exited, that girl continuously looked at me, was loving said to me: "I randomly let one's thoughts wander you." I listened to think funnily, liked a person "chaotically using to be chaotic" these two characters, sweet! Unfortunately, a flying saucer broadcasts to me, said my two tencenturies the person intrudes the heaven, creates the space and time confusedly, wants me to leave immediately, my little darling walked with him, passes through the quite several Milky Ways to return to the Earth, got in the home, returned to on the bed, then my dream has awaked, was amusing. Said a pile has no, originally must with yousay had not all said, next time. youpresent good, I from youmother there had known youHua Hang stewardess has not enrolled, that other? In the sentiment I thought could not again puzzle you should fortunately. Must graduate, blessing you I very busy, all has the matter from Tuesday to Friday evening, Saturday the date must relax oneself, only has Monday to have spatial, nearly does not have own time, only then can be good to June 1.. Good, looked these youon the headache, I originally were not must say these, extemporaneously performed, if had the identicalness, purely was the coincidence. Under the building was a novel which recently wrote, was not very mature, I were very unsatisfied, only was attends class must hand over, please youhad the spatial speech to have a look, not spatial bid goodbye manages it. Young Huang that is Pi K'ach'iu is not, young Hua younger sisters, Amour, good bye, my love. Chen Paida 2001/4/24


Criticism of Turgenev

Criticism of Turgenev goes along several lines. :cool: *He could never make up his mind which side of the fence he was on. :argue: *He was a lightweight :brow: *He glorified the radicals of his day and thus, deserves ill things said about Fathers and Sons. :rage: *He lampooned the radicals and really was a conservative in traditional Russia. :mad: *Dostoyevsky and others thought ill of him, he's a lesser author. :p So what do you think? Any of thse criticisms ring true or are undeservingly attached to him? :confused:


Fathers and Sons

Anyone read it??? What do you think about Bazarov??? :nod: :nod: :nod: He is quite cool guy... ;) ;)


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