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The Diary of a Superfluous Man (Russian: «Дневник лишнего человека», Dnevník líshnego chelovéka) is an 1850 novella by the Russian author Ivan Turgenev. It is written in the first person in the form of a diary by a man, Tchulkaturin, who, though only 31 years old, is dying of an unspecified illness and has ...
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- Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich, 1818-1883
- Garnett, Constance, 1861-1946
- English
- Villiage of Sheep's Springs, March 20, 18--.
- March 21.
- March 22.
- March 23.
- March 24. Sharp Frost.
- March 25. A White Winter Day.
- March 26. Thaw.
- March 27. Thaw continuing.
- March 29.
- March 30. Frost.
The doctor has just left me. At last I have got at something definite!For all his cunning, he had to speak out at last. Yes, I am soon, verysoon, to die. The frozen rivers will break up, and with the last snow Ishall, most likely, swim away ... whither? God knows! To the ocean too.Well, well, since one must die, one may as well die in the spring. B...
To-day it is marvellous weather. Warm, bright; the sunshine frolickinggaily on the melting snow; everything shining, steaming, dripping; thesparrows chattering like mad things about the drenched, dark hedges. Sweetly and terribly, too, the moist air frets my sick chest. Spring,spring is coming! I sit at the window and look across the river intothe ...
To-day it's cold and overcast again. Such weather is a great deal moresuitable. It's more in harmony with my task. Yesterday, quiteinappropriately, stirred up a multitude of useless emotions andmemories within me. This shall not occur again. Sentimental out-breaksare like liquorice; when first you suck it, it's not bad, butafterwards it leaves a ve...
Winter again. The snow is falling in flakes. Superfluous,superfluous.... That's a capital word I have hit on. The more deeply Iprobe into myself, the more intently I review all my past life, themore I am convinced of the strict truth of this expression.Superfluous--that's just it. To other people that term is notapplicable.... People are bad, or go...
On the very day of my arrival in the town of O----, the officialbusiness, above referred to, brought me into contact with a certainKirilla Matveitch Ozhogin, one of the chief functionaries of thedistrict; but I became intimate, or, as it is called, 'friends' withhim a fortnight later. His house was in the principal street, and wasdistinguished from...
I have read over what I wrote yesterday, and was all but tearing up thewhole manuscript. I think my story's too spun out and too sentimental.However, as the rest of my recollections of that time presents nothingof a pleasurable character, except that peculiar sort of consolationwhich Lermontov had in view when he said there is pleasure and pain ini...
When, next day, after long hesitation and with a low sinking at myheart, I went into the Ozhogins' familiar drawing-room, I was no longerthe same man as they had known during the last three weeks. All my oldpeculiarities, which I had begun to get over, under the influence of anew feeling, reappeared and took possession of me, like proprietorsreturn...
Things were in the position described above: the prince and Liza werein love with each other; the old Ozhogins were waiting to see whatwould come of it; Bizmyonkov was present at the proceedings--there wasnothing else to be said of him. I was struggling like a fish on theice, and watching with all my might,--I remember that at that time Iset myself...
A slight frost; yesterday it was thawing._ Yesterday I had not the strength to go on with my diary; likePoprishtchin, I lay, for the most part, on my bed, and talked toTerentyevna. What a woman! Sixty years ago she lost her first betrothedfrom the plague, she has outlived all her children, she is inexcusablyold, drinks tea to her heart's desire, is...
And so I went into Kirilla Matveitch's study. I would pay any onehandsomely, who could show me now my own face at the moment when thathighly respected official, hurriedly flinging together hisdressing-gown, approached me with outstretched arms. I must have been aperfect picture of modest triumph, indulgent sympathy, and boundlessmagnanimity.... I f...
6 de jul. de 1999 · Diary Of A Superfluous Man. Ivan Turgenev. W. W. Norton & Company, Jul 6, 1999 - Fiction - 80 pages. A vivid picture of nineteenth-century Russian society, but above all the poignant...
13 de jul. de 2018 · Books. The Diary of a Superfluous Man, and Other Stories. Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev. Willey Book Company, 1904 - Fiction - 146 pages. "In 'The Diary of a Superfluous Man, '"...
