Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev November 9 [O.S. October 28] 1818 – September 3, 1883) was a Russian novelist, short story writer, and playwright. His first major publication, a short story collection entitled A Sportsman's Sketches (1852), was a milestone of Russian Realism, and his novel Fathers and Sons (1862) is regarded as one of the major works of 19th-century fiction. Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev was born into a family of Russian land-owners in Oryol, Russia, on November 9, 1818 (October 28 Old Style). His father, Sergei Nikolaevich Turgenev, a colonel in the Russian cavalry, was a chronic philanderer. Ivan's mother, Varvara Petrovna Lutovinova, was a wealthy heiress, who had an unhappy childhood and suffered in her marriage. Ivan's father died when Ivan was sixteen, leaving him and his brother Nicolas to be brought up by their abusive mother. Ivan's childhood was a lonely one, in constant fear of his mother who beat him often. After the standard schooling for a son of a gentleman, Turgenev studied for one year at the University of Moscow and then moved to the University of Saint Petersburg from 1834 to 1837, focusing on Classics, Russian literature, and philology. He then studied, from 1838 until 1841, at the University of Berlin to study philosophy, particularly Hegel, and history. He returned to Saint Petersburg to complete his master's examination. Turgenev was impressed with German society and returned home believing that Russia could best improve itself by incorporating ideas from the Age of Enlightenment. Like many of his educated contemporaries, he was particularly opposed to serfdom. In 1841, Turgenev started his career in Russian civil service and spent two years working for the Ministry of Interior (1843-1845). When Turgenev was a child, a family serf had read to him verses from the Rossiad of Mikhail Kheraskov, a celebrated poet of the 18th century. Turgenev's early attempts in literature, poems, and sketches gave indications of genius and were favorably spoken of by Vissarion Belinsky, then the leading Russian literary critic. During the latter part of his life, Turgenev did not reside much in he lived either at Baden-Baden or Paris, often in proximity to the family of the celebrated opera singer Pauline Viardot, with whom he had a lifelong affair.
Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (Cyrillic: Иван Сергеевич Тургенев) was a novelist, poet, and dramatist, and now ranks as one of the towering figures of Russian literature. His major works include the short-story collection A Sportsman’s Sketches (1852) and the novels Rudin (1856), Home of the Gentry (1859), On the Eve (1860), and Fathers and Sons (1862).
These works offer realistic, affectionate portrayals of the Russian peasantry and penetrating studies of the Russian intelligentsia who were attempting to move the country into a new age. His masterpiece, Fathers and Sons, is considered one of the greatest novels of the nineteenth century.
Turgenev was a contemporary with Fyodor Dostoevsky and Leo Tolstoy. While these wrote about church and religion, Turgenev was more concerned with the movement toward social reform in Russia.
Turgenev's third published story is again told by a fictional storyteller, this time it is an illustrated lecture, with three portraits on the wall to focus his audience on the love triangle between Vassily, a charming rake and eldest son of an otherwise tedious family, Olga, a resentful but timid girl adopted as an orphan into the family, and Pavel, a harmless and amiable neighbour who is set up as Olga's betrothed.
The fact that the storytelling is out-sourced shows that Turgenev does not want to get his hands dirty with this nasty and ultimately melodramatic plot. It is a very entertaining read, despite the stock characters. The framing device is given more attention; some humour is derived from the narrator's descriptions of life in the countryside in the 1770's before the civilising influence of French clavichords. Here the audience does not seem to serve as Turgenev's imagined critic, but as Turgenev himself, who disparages the insensitivity of the narrator parenthetically: (Rubbish! rubbish! thought I... nothing in the world makes a strong impression on you, my dear fellow!')
At a dramatic crisis, we are told that Olga 'did not fall into a swoon - people don't fall into swoons except on the stage -' At the final scene however, we are told that 'Olga shrieked and fell unconsciously to the floor.' This is a story that can only be told plausibly within a story. The subtle analysis of human behaviour that Turgenev is capable of is somewhat wasted on such dramatic personae. The story is like Olga herself: 'with all her fine ways, she was still pretty much of a savage.'
Lacking the wonderful insights that lie ahead when Turgenev stops using lesser men to tell his stories, and finds characters not from stock, but from real life, this story ends badly for all the characters in it, but since they never earned our sympathies, it is in its way satisfying, though a satisfaction of a clever drama on the stage.
I have always thought Turgenev to be a difficult writer but in these stories he is the opposite. The dog is a kind of ghost story, the living relic a taoistic lesson of enjoying what is left in life and the springstreams is saved from being a kitchenmaid romance by the last chapter. Simple language, some humour but I must admit a nice description of the temptation art of a 22-year-old woman Maria in the springstreams.
"Tears are like a storm; after them one is always calmer." “Слезы — что гроза: после них человек всегда тише.”
"In our day one cannot help liking people who think little about themselves, because they are exceedingly rare …" “В наш век нельзя не любить людей, мало помышляющих о самих себе, потому что они чрезвычайно редки …”
داستان کوتاههای تورگنیف اصلا مانند رمانهایش شاخص نیستند و چندان جذابیتی هم ندارند. من این چند روز چند داستان کوتاه از او خواندم و به جز داستان رؤیا هیچ کدام دیگر به نظرم خوب نبود. در واقع مشکل داستان کوتاههای تورگنیف (و شاید بشود گفت مشکل کلی تورگنیف از نظر من) پایانبندی به شدت نامناسب داستان. البته گاه این پایانبندی نامناسب در حد یک پاراگراف است ولی لطمه بدی به داستان میزند. مثلا در همین داستان تصویر، آخرین پاراگراف به شدت تصنعی است و به نظر میرسد نویسنده به صرف اینکه میخواسته شخصیت داستانش به مجازات برسد این پاراگراف را اضافه کرده است