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A Desperate Character

Auhtor: Ivan Turgenev

Language: english
Published: 1899

Genres:

short story collection
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Review by M. Erb, June 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Desperate Character':

A desperate character.--A strange story.--Punin and Baburin.--Old portraits.--The brigadier.--Pyetushkov.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Desperate Character':


... their impressions and crystallising them in art. Pyetushkov is not exquisite: it is irresistible. Note how the reader is transported bodily ...
... my motto always was, Make haste, make haste.'. 'But what is your motto now.'. 'It's the same now. Only, make haste towards good.'. And ...
... me a coach and groom, both alike shabby and loose in the joints but the groom wore livery, the carriage was adorned with an heraldic crest. After ...
... within me-I can find no other word for it. I was overcome by a sort of numbness. Suddenly I noticed that he had left the door, and was standing a step ...
... washing from a pitcher that was hanging on a pole, and without having yet replaced her kerchief on her head, was making her way back to the gate along ...
... man as if I had known him for ages. 'Come along with me,' I said to him 'I know a place better than this there's a seat there we can sit down, and ...
... of something friendly and protecting. Those trees, those green leaves, those high grasses screen us, hide us from all the rest of the world no one knows ...
... turned a reverent ear. 'A man living here who has picked up a lot of old books, told me that saying,' continued Baburin 'it pleased ...
... when my head's ready to drop off my shoulders for weariness. And what are these old men to me. They call me cold, too. With them, is it likely ...
... said there to-day, and thank you for nothing, and things won't be as you 'd have them, anyway.' 'You were there,' broke from me unconsciously. But at ...
... to make an end of myself,-once more, just as in Voronezh, I met with Paramon Semyonitch-and he saved me once again. Not a word that could wound me ...
... thinking to surprise me with that. . I know I'm honourable without his telling me.) I have business with you. And I said to him, My good sir, you'd ...
... and a carpenter from another village, and he broke several panes in the windows, screaming furiously all the while: 'There, I'll show them, these Russian ...
... was true on my last visit I found Alexey Sergeitch greatly aged even the centres of his eyes had that milky colour that babies' eyes have, and his ...
... the top of his voice: 'The squint-eye is too sharp for us.' he turned a somersault. His expectations were fulfilled. The brigadier suddenly went off into ...
... in a still more cruel manner, and to turn my thoughts to your deceased aunt, Fedulia Ivanovna, sister of Agrippina Ivanovna, one in blood, but not one ...
... Vassilissa, and chatted in a friendly way with his servant as before. One fine morning there came to see him a certain Bublitsyn, an easy-mannered ...
... . she fairly rolled about with laughing. Ivan Afanasiitch flung the book on the floor in his annoyance. Vassilissa went on laughing. 'Why, what are ...
... pancakes. Why, she's a post, a perfect post an uneducated workgirl.'. 'She's never come,' he whispered, two hours later, still sitting in the same ...
... see you are angry with me,' said Pyetushkov. 'I've offended you, perhaps. Well. well. forgive me generously.'. 'How could you offend me, my good ...