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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 Moscow.Who 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 love.There 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 equally exposed to the turmoil of unrequited or, and forbidden love.Shrouded 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 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 gifts.First 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 end.One 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 grand.Regardless 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.



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 Turgenev and with that in mind Yikes If Turgenev s adulthood wasn t an usual one, his childhood neither was I 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 it also it wasn t that at all A 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 quite 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 cruel.However, this isn t a regular love story, even I questioned myself if it is a love story at all, at least between the two main characters.There 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 sad.I 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 quite quick 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 written.Dosvedanya, 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 grief.I 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 exquisite 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 enjoyable.On 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 delirium.Most 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 much.I 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 frightened.There 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, faded Faded finally, and above me surelyThe young shade already hovered But there is an unapproachable line between us.In vain I tried to awaken emotion From indifferent lips I heard the news of death,And received it with indifference.So this is whom my fiery soul lovedWith such painful intensity,With such tender, agonizing heartache,With such madness and such torment Where now the tortures, where the love Alas For the poor, gullible shade,For the sweet memory of irretrievable daysIn my soul I find neither tears no reproaches.Jan 24, 18 Note I read Constance Garnett and Richard Freeborn s translations I prefer the latter Also on my blog. . Pervaya ljubov First Love, Ivan Turgenev First Love Russian , Pervaya ljubov 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 boy 2002 1343 159 1389 145 9789642090877 19 1370 208 1371 1377 1378 1381 97 1389 9789643213251 1390 1394 1386 164 9786009012374 1391 126 9786006835174 1391 141 9789649963105 1391 288 9786001050602 1377 297 9789649963105 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 quiet 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 toI 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 lifeVacationing 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 queen, 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 tiedThough, 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 coquette 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 everI 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 writer.In the meanwhile though, young Vladimir finds out about the reverse of the medal, as his sudden passion for Zinaida is tempered by feelings of inadequacy 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 imaginationMy 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 feetbut 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 loveYou 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 consequence 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 quite 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 , Pervaya ljubov , which deals with very similar ideas and themes.The 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 Flaubert From the German film Erste Liebe, which is based on Turgenev s novella Vladimir 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 i.e 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 Zina da 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. {Free Pdf} ë Первая любовь ⚨ This Vivid, Sensitive Tale Of Adolescent Love Follows A Year Old Boy Who Falls In Love With A Beautiful, Older Woman And Experiences A Whirlwind Of Changing Emotions, From Exaltation And Jealousy To Despair And DevotionThis Beautifully Packaged Series Of Classic Novellas Includes The Works Of Masterful Writers Inexpensive And Collectible, They Are The First Single Volume Publications Of These Classic Tales, Offering A Closer Look At This Underappreciated Literary Form And Providing A Fresh Take On The World S Most Celebrated Authors I like Turgenev s style It s softer, subtle than some of his fellow 19th century Russian writers He doesn t beat you over the head with a message This story, as it s title suggests, is about the first love of 16 year old Vladimir, the son of a wealthy Russian family, who falls in love with the 21 year old daughter of their new neighbors She is a princess, her family with a noble name but without wealth She leads Vladimir along, and several other young suitors besides, but she s in love with someone else, and that s the twist that makes this story interesting It s a short novel, well written, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.