Category: Ivan Turgenev

The Song of Triumphant Love

About the middle of the sixteenth century there were living in Ferrara (it was at that time flourishing under the sceptre of its magnificent
archdukes, the patrons of the arts and poetry) two young men, named Fabio and Muzzio.

The Jew

The colonel smiled, puffed out a coil of tobacco smoke between his moustaches, passed his hand over his grey hair, looked at us and
considered. We all had the greatest liking and respect for Nikolai Ilyitch,

The Dream

I was living at that time with my mother in a little seaside town. I was in my seventeenth year, while my mother was not quite five-and-thirty; she had married very young.

The Rendezvous

I was sitting in a birch grove in autumn, near the middle of September. It had been drizzling ever since morning; occasionally the sun shone warmly;–the weather was changeable.

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