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Первая любовь❮BOOKS❯ ✮ Первая любовь Author Ivan Turgenev – Jobs-in-kingston.co.uk When the down at heel Princess Zasyekin moves next door to the country estate of Vladimir Petrovich's parents he instantly and overwhelmingly falls in love with his new neighbour's daughter Zinaida Bu When the down at heel Princess Zasyekin moves next door to the country estate of Vladimir Petrovich's parents he instantly and overwhelmingly falls in love with his new neighbour's daughter Zinaida But the capricious young woman already has many admirers and as she plays her suitors against each other Vladimir's unreuited youthful passion soon turns to torment and despair although he remains unaware of his true rival for Zinaida's affections Set in the world of nineteenth century Russia's fading aristocracy Turgenev's story depicts a boy's growth of knowledge and mastery over his own heart as he awakens to the complex nature of adult love. O sweet feelings soft sounds goodness and peace of a moved spirit the melting joy of the first tender emotions of love where are you where are you?NostalgiaReading First love made me wonder on the nature of nostalgia Is the nostalgic feeling negative or positive? Is First love the 1860 novella of which Turgenev by the end of his life thought of fondly as ‘the only thing that still gives me pleasure because it is life itself it was not made upFirst Love is part of my experience’ a tale of nostalgia? If nostalgia means ‘the pain from an old wound’ a feeling in which bitter sweetness is preponderant the novella certainly is a nostalgic one If nostalgia is rather ‘a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life to one’s home or homeland or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time’ – I would think of this story as of a profound melancholy rather than a nostalgic one Even taking into account a slight tinge of sadness is an intrinsic part of nostalgia the tale of the narrator can hardly be seen as the wish to turn back time reminiscing on feelings of pleasure in the pastUnlike my experiences with other Russian 19th century writers in my teens my first acuaintance with Ivan Turgenev’s writing wasn’t exactly a coup de foudre Reading Fathers and Sons at sixteen having high expectations of that classic novel curious I was about the ‘nihilism’ Turgenev’s tale didn’t enthral me like Anton Chekhov’s stories The Lady With the Little Dog and Other Stories 1896 1904 Tolstoy’s War and Peace or Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot and Crime and Punishment did Subseuently I disregarded him for about the next thirty years Nonetheless by various ways Turgenev reminded me of his existence than any other Russian writer did I encountered him when reading Flaubert’s letters when reading on Eugène Delacroix on Franz Liszt Frédéric Chopin and George Sand – or on Dostoyevsky’s peregrinations on their feud and uarrelnear fight in Baden Baden A few years ago I read his Home of the Gentry which mesmerised me and for the first time it dawned on me that reading Turgenev for me might euate the relish of drinking wine which I also only later in life got to appreciate A friend writes about Turgenev’s style that it is softer subtle than the style of some of his fellow 19th century Russian writers and he I feel is spot on – Turgenev’s prose is of a sensitivity beauty and subtlety which I think was wasted on my hapless teen self Sometimes a title seduces sometimes it keeps me from reading a book Such was the case with First love which I could have read far earlier when I got a marvellous bibliophile edition of First love as a Christmas present from the typographer of the law publishing house I was working for than twenty years ago I presume I passed it to my father as no longer finding it in the bookcase at home It had a beautiful purple cover and delicate paper the kind of book one glances through with awe I assumed the subject of First Love – which to my ears sounded like puppy love – wouldn’t particularly speak to me nor when I would have read it at the age of the protagonist when the events unfold nor later when I considered that phase in life too remote to be of interest any And maybe I am still that sentimental I simply dislike the fact that the word ‘first’ ineludibly implies the sense of an ending? Maybe my nostalgia for that first love isn’t strong enough we were both five years old and according to our parents very much in love with each other? But I was wrong First love is far richer than a mawkish tale on unreuited adolescent love why is all in Dolors’s fabulous review To me it is the narrative frame the middle aged Vladimir Petrovich recounting his recollection of his emotional experiences as a sixteen year old infatuated with an impoverished aristocratic young woman larding his account with his comments and musings on time love youth and aging which makes this story of which the denouement is a little predictable so effective intense and affecting The plot and the denouement might be a little predictable I loved the melancholic glow the tale wallows in In The Road to Middlemarch My Life with George Eliot the author Rebecca Mead writes about Eliot as ‘the great artist of disappointment Her characters even the good ones stumble fall and fail—not into inexorable tragedy for the most part but into limited mortal resignation’ Concurrently when reading First Love is it rather obvious why Turgenev has been called ‘a poet of disappointment’ The human condition worded in an achingly beautiful proseTake this magnificent phrase The air blew in a gust for an instant; a streak of fire flashed across the sky; it was a star falling ‘Zinaïda?’ I wanted to call but the word died away on my lips And all at once everything became profoundly still around as is often the case in the middle of the night Even the grasshoppers ceased their churr in the trees — only a window rattled somewhere I stood and stood and then went back to my room to my chilled bed I felt a strange sensation; as though I had gone to a tryst and had been left lonely and had passed close by another’s happinessAnd it is this this masterly evocation of happiness that seemed so near which is just out of reach but cannot be grasped which affected me most both in First Love as well as in Home of the Gentry Yes this is lifeIf only for this sentence First love was worth reading to me It was another reminder how books in just one sentence paragraph or stanza can capture the essence of life – its sadness its futility the moment when we realise happiness might be for others but not for us – the dawning and wilting of promise the wisdom of resignation Older sadder wiser I think I am finally able to appreciate the kind of treasures Turgenev has to offer and I could concur with Vladimir Petrovich looking back on love ‘I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it’As Turgenev wrote to Countess Lambert in 1861 ‘All my life belongs to the past All that is dear in the present is a reflection of the past And what after all was the best about the past? Hopethe possibility of hopingin other words the future’Nostalgia Illustrations Anna and Elena Balbusso This short story explores the complexity of love its raptures and tormenting effects on the heart of an inexperienced young man of sixteen Vladimir who spends the summer of 1833 in a cottage nearby the Neskuchni gardens in the outskirts of MoscowWho doesn’t remember falling in love for the first time? Trying to put into words the rush of contradictory emotions the awakening of desire tangled with the insecurities of youth and the loss of the innocence of childhood is like trying to describe the immeasurable vastness of the universe of which we cannot even start scratching the surface And yet Turgenev masters his art and delivers a tale so rich in nuance detail and realism that it’s impossible not to relive the inexpressible state of intoxication that is linked to first loveThere is a distinctive European taste to Turgenev’s approach without it resembling the contemporary Romantic authors of the time Vladimir will enter the adult world of deceitfulness guilt jealousy and suffering that so is intrinsically woven into the human psyche and will become painfully aware of the treacherous nature of emotions Princess Zaskeyin the object of his fervent adoration will change the meaning of the young man’s life in ways he cannot predict that will also affect the apparent balance of his family of noble descend which reflects the ongoing profound change the Russian society was submitted to at the onset of the nineteenth century Turgenev’s character portrayal is not only delicately accurate but also revealing of gender and class disparities Princess Zaskeyin may appear capricious and flirtatious at first glance but her condition is one attached to her deplorable role as a mere object of beauty to be possessed a trophy to be exhibited to attract suitors and a steady source of income for her impoverished mother On the other hand the masculine dominance is but a farce when passion is unleashed and threatens to shatter all superficial decorum leaving all the characters eually exposed to the turmoil of unreuited or and forbidden loveShrouded in melancholic prose that taunts the reader with passages of lush descriptions of inner and outer landscapes this tale is an affirmation of life as a continuous process that is partially revealed in stages but never fully disclosed Mind and heart might become one in Turgenev’s crystalline storytelling where the interior world of the characters flows unhindered to the shores of the reader’s conscience sending the warning that love is a dangerous weapon that can inflict wounds impossible to heal but what a catastrophe to never suffer from its vicious bite Not my kind of love story UNUSUAL FIRST RUSSIAN LOVE Ivan Turgenev was the first Russian writer to become popular and successful in Europe even way way WAY before of Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy thanks to that Turgenev left Russia and he was living several years in different countries of Europe but still it’s undeniable that due the impact of his novels and short stories that European and American readers became interested to read other authors from Russia getting better the chances to Dostoyevsky Tolstoy and others First Love is one of his most known and popular works along with one of the most autobigraphicals about Turgenevand with that in mindYikes If Turgenev’s adulthood wasn’t an usual one his childhood neither wasI guess that due the title of the story and the basic premise I was expecting a little cute love story between two young persons in the Russia of the 19th Century but while in the basic thought that was italso it wasn’t thatat allA 16 years old boy falls in love with a 21 years old girl in the Russia of the 19th Century The boy is from a family with a lot of money and while the girl is from a family with royalty background it doesn’t have money He’s uite infatuated by her however while she got aware since the very first moment that he was in love of her she keeps teasing him sometimes even cruelHowever this isn’t a regular love story even I uestioned myself if it is a love story at all at least between the two main charactersThere are developments unexpected twists in this tale that I just couldn't cope about it they're not just right in the first twist and when you think that the worse is over you meet with yet another twist that it's just too sadI can’t detailed because I fear to spoil the key angles of the story that I found awful but still if someone else want to try the book it’s uite uick to read well I won’t be the one to spoil the relevant moments of this hard to digest tale but I can't deny that it's a bold tale well writtenDosvedanya folks ‘That’s love’ I said to myself again as I sat at night before my writing table on which books and papers had begun to make their appearance; ‘that’s passion To think of not revolting of bearing a blow from any one whatever even the dearest hand But it seems one can if one loves While I I imagined ’ Garnett's translation‘That’s what love is’ I told myself again sitting at night in front of my desk on which books and notebooks had begun to appear ‘That’s real passion Not to object to bear a blow of any kind even from someone you love very much – is that possible? It’s possible it seems if you’re in love But I’d – I’d imagine’ Freeborn's translation Good griefI judged a book by its title; it saddens me to say that my intuition didn't fail me this time Fortunately I read Asya before this novella – so it’s easier to talk about this one first since there was almost no connection Otherwise I would have had second thoughts and probably avoided Turgenev’s prose until November Oh his prose His absolutely exuisite prose with which he explored the complexity of love the whirl of emotions the innocence of youth His poetic language gave me the strength to keep reading this story I have to be honest if it weren’t for the last chapter I would've given this book a 2 star rating Maybe my nature was too determined to reject so much mushiness this time but still there are many things and concepts to which I couldn’t relate My idea of love doesn't include losing individuality giving up the right to have personal space nor the blind devotion that makes one lose all perspective In that sense I think it's only natural that I can't identify with these stories since even when I was a teenager I wasn't prone to such violent outbursts of affection I end up bored let alone if I don't find the writing engaging or remotely enjoyableOn the other hand I couldn’t sympathize with almost any character – perhaps the servants who had to put up with their caprices I mean could the female protagonist be any insufferable? Could the men be any pathetic? Could this depiction of love be any different from what I have in mind? Could you stop talking like Chandler?A story in which an intelligent man whose amount of wealth we don’t know falls in love with an intelligent woman whose degree of beauty is not mentioned just doesn’t entice anyone huh? Yeah I know that was a stupid thing to write It’s late I think I had too much coffee and fell into a state of rapturous deliriumMost of my friends on here loved this novella but I'm done for now I may relapse who knows with the juvenile and pointless phase of feeling bad because I didn't like so much what my friends loved hello personality That being said my curiosity went as far as using the filter to take a look at the number of people who didn't enjoyed this book so muchI could have been among those 475 and their two it was ok stars The last chapter made me open another door and join another group However I read the 2 star group reviews I was a little relieved And then slightly frightenedThere’s an episode in which a poem written in 1825 by Alexander Pushkin is mentioned I looked for it and wanted to share it The intensity of passion and oblivion in small doses Beneath the blue sky of her native landShe languished fadedFaded finally and above me surelyThe young shade already hovered;But there is an unapproachable line between usIn vain I tried to awaken emotionFrom indifferent lips I heard the news of deathAnd received it with indifferenceSo this is whom my fiery soul lovedWith such painful intensityWith such tender agonizing heartacheWith such madness and such tormentWhere now the tortures where the love? AlasFor the poor gullible shadeFor the sweet memory of irretrievable daysIn my soul I find neither tears no reproachesJan 24 18 Note I read Constance Garnett and Richard Freeborn’s translations I prefer the latter Also on my blog Turgenev's novella First Love is one of the most resonant books on young love I have had the pleasure of reading It is not only a simple but very effective tale on fluttering adolescent hearts but also a gesture of artistic defiance of an age which demanded a writer to lift the nation His passionate writing with much pathos insight and self awareness shows his talent at it's best when renouncing all the fancy stuff and just describing exactly what love does to one who is new to the most irreplaceable of humanly giftsFirst Love although a social and romantic story contains as well a moving portrait of the relationship between father and son a theme he explored deeper in his novel 'Fathers and Sons' The novella carried with it a strong sense of real experiences so it wouldn't surprise me if it turned out to be Turgenev's most autobiographical work The prose was beautiful and vivid and the characters seeing as in length it's barely over one hundred pages really had a lasting impression by the endOne of the key things I admire most about older works of Russian literature is that although they don't inevitably fit in with the modern day criteria in terms of realistic tendencies the characters still feel alive and believable than most Though the circumstances they find themselves in the middle of may sometimes seem overly dramatic there is a fundamental truth that lets the reader form a profound connection with them Their actions and environment might not seem like reality now but we humans are built on emotion and the feeling behind that is universally grandRegardless of whether it's 1860 or 2019 young love will always remain a bitch Where only the few lucky ones emerge without the mental scars Sensitive Romantic SincereImaginative story Cleverly toldA must for anyone who likes to read Oh sweet emotions gentle harmony goodness and peace of the softened heart melting bliss of the first raptures of love where are they where are they? Vladimir Petrovich a man of forty with black hair turning gray sits on an evening after a good meal with a couple of old friends sipping the port and drawing on a good cigar They challenge each other to tell the stories of their first time falling in love It's a common framing device now this looking back at the folly of youth with the wisdom of an older age I don't know which novelist started the trend but I was thrilled to get confirmation that one of the masters of the after dinner conversation Joseph Conrad paid tribute and acknowledged the influence of the great Russian contemporary of Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy This novella is my first attempt to read Turgheniev and suddenly I wonder what took me so long why did I think that he was somehow inferior to these two giants? He speaks truer to my heart than the volcanic mystical Fyodor and is delicate in his dissection of the soul than the monumental Lev Returning to the uiet evening of recollections two out of the three friends turn out to have little to tell a sad state of affairs that could probably be replicated today in a similar proportion One is a tad cynical and wonders what is this feeling that poets brag about the other tells of an arranged marriage and a slow growth of friendship and respect Only Vladimir Petrovich has a whopper of a tale to tell I was sixteen then It happened in the summer of 1833 And just like this I am taken back to my own summer of 198 marvelling at the accuracy of the descriptions of moods and impulses that have little changed from one generation to another from one corner of the world to its antipodes This is Vladmir Petrovich in the last summer of his childhood this is me before I learned to keep it all bottled up inside and be wary of who I am giving my heart away to I knew a geat deal of poetry by heart; my blood was in a ferment and my heart ached so sweetly and absurdly; I was all hope and anticipation was a little frightened of something and full of wonder at everything and was on the tiptoe of expectation; my imagination played continually fluttering rapidly about the same fancies like martins about a bell tower at dawn; I dreamed was sad even wept; but through tears and through the sadness inspired by a musical verse or the beauty of evening shot up like grass in spring the delicious sense of youth and effervescent life Vacationing with his affluent parents in a dasha out in the country young Vladimir is supposed to learn for his admission to university but the call of the fields of the forests and of the peaceful waters of the Don is too strong One fine morning his promenade is interrupted by the sound of laughter from a neighboring and slightly rundown mansion Suddenly I heard a voice; I looked across the fence and was thunderstruck There she stands with the sun in her hair and laughter in her eyes tall and gracious like a ueen ordering about a group of admirers Her name is Zinaida and she is one of the most unforgettable heroines in Russian literature Poor Vladimir doesn't stand a chance A lucky turn helps him to get an introduction to the household but he is like many youngsters who live in books than in the real world tongue tied Though indeed at the moment I was scarcely capable of noticing anything; I moved as in a dream and felt all through my being a sort of intense blissfulness that verged on imbecility Zinaida is a little older in her early twenties and apparently a couette who likes to surround herself with admirers toying with them like a cat with mice In the evening they gather around her like moths to a flame Count Malevsky the poet Meidanov the doctor Lushin the dragoon Byelovzorov old Vonifaty the merchant Nirmatsky the banker They play society games riddles and challenges discuss literature and politics Zinaida drags the young boy into their unconventional and turbulent circle a revolutionary change from the strictures of his own household It's no wonder he looks at her like to a godess and that these moments will be engraved on his heart for ever I was as happy as a fish in water and I could have stayed in that room forever Have never left that place A little context is welcome now as the discussions in the impoverished saloon of Zinaida turns to the preferences of her audience for the Romanticism of the early 19 century and mentions are made of Pushkin Goethe Schiller Hugo or Byron The merits of each are analyzed and a naturalist approach is suggested as a better alternative to the exaggerated emotions of the Romantic school A little further research confirms Turgheniev stance and references in the admiration Gustave Flaubert Henry James and the already mentioned Joseph Conrad held for the Russian writerIn the meanwhile though young Vladimir finds out about the reverse of the medal as his sudden passion for Zinaida is tempered by feelings of inadeuacy and by the early onset of jealousy I felt at that time I recollect something like what a man must feel on entering the service I had ceased now to be simply a young boy; I was in love I have said that my passion dated from that day; I might have added that my sufferings too dated from the same day It is in the nature of a romantic young boy to torment himself with a too vivid imagination My fancy set to work I began picturing to myself how I would save her from the hands of enemies; how covered with blood I would tear her by force from prison and expire at her feet but what about Zinaida? what about the slightly older woman? Why is she encouraging Vladimir and stringing him along with her bevy of admirers? She does seem an epitome of frivolity and irresponsibility shallow and vain and so proud of her ability to twist the men's will around her little finger Her portrait is where the artist truly shines and the revelation of her inner nature is both subtle and dramatic She is not immune herself to the arrows of Cupid and because this is still a novel of a moralistic and male dominated epoch Zinaida will be the one who will suffer the most for the folly of love You needn't think I care for him she said to me another time No; I can't care for people I have to look down upon I must have some one who can master me But merciful heavens I hope I may never come across anyone like that I don't want to be caught in anyone's claws not for anything It's a wonder how well Turgeniev captures the torment of youth how truly his words ring and how much of what Vladimir goes through echoes the memories of my own summers now filtered through the burden of the years yet still as clear and poignant as if they happened only yesterday I did get curious about the inspiration for the novella and I found out that in the words of the author this is the most autobiographical of all his works There's even a name for the real life Zinaida and a history very close to the events of the fictional Vladimir view spoiler she falls in love with his own libertine father hide spoiler Recently I have found myself drawn to novels about looking back to the past about nostalgia and youth I guess it is a sign that I am getting older or perhaps it is a conseuence of the tough time I have been having in my personal life where without going into too many details death has been on the agenda uite a lot I find myself currently feeling highly emotional over sensitive and sentimental Just yesterday in fact I was flicking through Alain Fournier’s beautiful French novel Le Grand Meaulnes and almost burst into tears which is certainly very unusual for me when I came across this passage“Weeks went by then months I am speaking of a far away time – a vanished happiness It fell to me to befriend to console with whatever words I could find one who had been the fairy the princess the mysterious love dream of our adolescence”The 'fairy' the 'love dream of our adolescence' is Yvonne a young girl who in short comes to signify both for the central characters and the reader the magic of youth and the impossibility of recapturing the period of your life when everything was new and an adventure So anyway bearing all that in mind it seems as though this is both the perfect and the worst time to read Ivan Turgenev’s First Love Первая любовь Pervaya ljubov which deals with very similar ideas and themesThe novella begins with a group of men ‘not old but no longer young’ sharing the stories of their own first loves However only one of the party has an interesting tale to tell which took place one summer when he Vladimir Petrovich was sixteen That it was summer is I believe significant because it is of course generally thought to be a season of sunshine and gaiety and positivity when everything is alive when the days are longer the blood is warm and anything seems possible Moreover the age of sixteen is one of the pivotal years of one’s life One is to paraphrase that wise old bird Britney Spears not a child not yet an adult; one is open minded willing to experience but may not certainly at the time the novel was written if not these days have any real life experience of your own Indeed Vladimir describes himself as ‘expectant and shy'; and while he wanted to give the impression of maturity admits that he was not yet allowed to wear a frock coat He also points out that his father was ‘indifferent’ to him and his mother neglectful which meant that he had the necessary freedom to chase those new experiences and all the reason to look for love and attention from someone else“O youth youth you go your way heedless uncaring – as if you owned all the treasures of the world; even grief elates you even sorrow sits well upon your brow You are self confident and insolent and you say ‘I alone am alive – behold’ even while your own days fly past and vanish without trace and without number and everything within you melts away like wax in the sun like snow”The object of this love is Zinaida a 21 one year old impoverished princess who has just moved to the area with her boorish mother In Benito Perez Galdos’ towering novel Fortunata and Jacinta Juanito first meets the woman who comes to be his lover on a stairway while she eats a raw egg the juice running down her fingers This is not only a fabulous way to introduce a character but is clearly meant to say something important about the character herself and Turgenev does something similar here When Vladimir first spots Zinaida she is in her garden surrounded by a group of men and so one knows instantly that she is popular with the opposite sex Moreover she is in turn tapping each of her suitors on the forehead with a flower What this suggests and what the rest of the text backs up is that she is a lively free spirited young girl In fact it comes as no surprise in this regard that she was apparently much admired by Gustave FlaubertFrom the German film Erste Liebe which is based on Turgenev’s novellaVladimir later describes the girl’s personality as a mixture of ‘cunning and carelessness artificiality and simplicity calmness and vivacity’ and I think this does a fine job of summing her up She is not wholly one thing or the other; she is mysterious enigmatic never transparent seemingly cruel at times and yet somehow always charming For example she instantly gives the boy a nickname Voldemar and deliberately plays on his intensifying feelings while at the same time showing him tenderness and favouring him over the other men in her life She is in short the kind of girl I have myself lost my fucking mind over than once And that is strangely comforting in a way that even over one hundred years ago men were giving their hearts to these beautiful maddening young women First Love was so it is said based on Turgenev’s own experiences“She tore herself away and went out And I went away I cannot describe the emotion with which I went away I should not wish it ever to come again; but I should think myself unfortunate had I never experienced such an emotion”Interestingly the situation in the garden does not only tell us about Zinaida It also reveals something about the men in her life and hints at the reasons for her betrayal of Vladimir yeah she does him wrong Her admirers all fawn over her they are all servile eager to please This is made clear by the fact that they allow her to hit them on the head with a flower Later one buys her a kitten when she asks for one and looks to get her a horse Vladimir is no different When Zinaida not expecting him to comply asks him to prove his love by jumping off a wall with a 14 foot drop he does just that And yet the girl herself says that she can only love a man who would ‘break her in two’ ie who would not be her lapdog This is one thing that I have never understood about men or a certain type of man Take my own brother as an example He hangs around the women he likes doing their bidding buying them presents in the hope that this will somehow show him to be a lovely sensitive guy and yet it never works He never gets the girl because he comes across as weak and pathetic And this is exactly what happens in First Love In this way you have to credit Turgenev with nailing a still relevant seemingly universal aspect of human relationships and psychology“There is a sweetness in being the sole source the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another and I was like wax in Zinaïda’s hands; though indeed I was not the only one in love with her All the men who visited the house were crazy over her and she kept them all in leading strings at her feet It amused her to arouse their hopes and then their fears to turn them round her finger she used to call it knocking their heads together while they never dreamed of offering resistance and eagerly submitted to her”While First Love is increasingly packaged as a single stand alone book and is often than not described as a novella by me in this review no less it is in fact not much than an obese short story Yet for such a short work it is admirably sophisticated For example in terms of the structure there is a lot of very satisfying mirroring going on Both Zinaida and Vladimir are young both are in a sense abandoned to themselves by their parents and importantly both experience their first loves during the course of the narrative I think it is easy to overlook that Zinaida is not only an object of affection that she too is going through one of the most tumultuous defining moments of a person’s life and it is this that gives the text a greater depth and makes her a rounded and sympathetic character because let’s face it young love is a bitch and no one ever really handles it very well or emerges from it spotless Oh don’t get me wrong it’s wonderful too; I wholeheartedly recommend it but even so I couldn’t wish it on anyone with an entirely clear conscience This short novella captures all the confusion and naïveté of young love Turgenev reuires only a few pages of understated prose to completely expose his subject Despite the intolerable pain of heatbreak and the fact that one might view love as folly in hindsight or with age young love nonetheless has an enduring preternatural strength against which life's other fruit seem pale in comparison First Love and two other stories Ivan Turgenev Fyodor DostoyevskyFirst Love is a novella by Ivan Turgenev first published in 1860 It is one of his most popular pieces of short fiction It tells the love story between a 21 year old girl and a 16 year old boyA Little Hero by Fyodor Dostoyevsky written and published 1849 At that time I was nearly eleven I had been sent in July to spend the holiday in a village near Moscow with a relation of mine called T whose house was full of guests fifty or perhaps I don’t remember I didn’t count The house was full of noise and gaiety It seemed as though it were a continual holiday which would never end It seemed as though our host had taken a vow to suander all his vast fortune as rapidly as possible and he did indeed succeed not long ago in justifying this surmise that is in making a clean sweep of it all to the last stickتاریخ نخستین خوانش روز بیست و سوم ماه ژوئن سال 2013 میلادیعنوان عشق اول و دو داستان دیگر؛ نویسندگان ایوان سرگیویچ تورگنیف؛ فئودور میخائیلوویچ داستایوسکی؛ مترجم از متن روسی سروش حبیبی؛ تهران، فرهنگ معاصر، 1391؛ موضوع داستانهای کوتاه از نویسندگان روسیه سده 19 ماز ص یک تا ص 118 عشق اول؛ نویسنده تورگنیف از ص 119 تا ص 180 دلاور خردسال؛ نویسنده داستایفسکی؛ از ص 181 تا ص 288 آسیا؛ نویسنده تورگنیف؛شامل دو داستان از «تورگنیف» به نام‌های «عشق اول» و «آسیا» و یک داستان از داستایفسکی به نام «دلاور خردسال» از فیودور داستایفسکی مضمون همه ی داستان ها عشق در جوانی و نوجوانی است ا شربیانی

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