Ivan Turgenev

A Tour In The Forest

FIRST DAY The sight of the vast pinewood, embracing the whole horizon, the sight of the ‘Forest,’ recalls the sight of the ocean. And the sensations it arouses are the same; the same primaeval untouched force lies outstretched in its…

Lebedyan

One of the prin­ci­pal ad­van­tages of hunt­ing, my dear read­ers, con­sists in its forc­ing you to be con­stantly mov­ing from place to place, which is highly agree­able for a man of no oc­cu­pa­tion. It is true that some­times, es­pe­cially in…

Byezhin Prairie

 It was a glo­ri­ous July day, one of those days which only come after many days of fine weather. From ear­li­est morn­ing the sky is clear; the sun­rise does not glow with fire; it is suf­fused with a soft roseate…

Kassyan of Fair Springs

 I was re­turn­ing from hunt­ing in a jolt­ing lit­tle trap, and over­come by the sti­fling heat of a cloudy sum­mer day (it is well known that the heat is often more in­sup­port­able on such days than in bright days, es­pe­cially…

Birjuk

  I was com­ing back from hunt­ing one evening alone in a rac­ing droshky. I was six miles from home; my good trot­ting mare gal­loped bravely along the dusty road, prick­ing up her ears with an oc­ca­sional snort; my weary dog…

Kassyan of Fair Springs

by Ivan Turgenev I was re­turn­ing from hunt­ing in a jolt­ing lit­tle trap, and over­come by the sti­fling heat of a cloudy sum­mer day (it is well known that the heat is often more in­sup­port­able on such days than in…

Hor and Kalinitch

by Ivan TurgenevAny­one who has chanced to pass from the Bol­hovsky dis­trict into the Zhiz­drin­sky dis­trict, must have been im­pressed by the strik­ing dif­fer­ence be­tween the race of peo­ple in the province of Orel and the pop­u­la­tion of the province…

Lgov

by Ivan Turgenjev’Let us go to Lgov,’ Yer­molaï, whom the reader knows al­ready, said to me one day; ‘there we can shoot ducks to our heart’s con­tent.’Al­though wild duck of­fers no spe­cial at­trac­tion for a gen­uine sports­man, still, through lack…

Yermolaij and the Miller’s Wife

One evening I went with the hunts­man Yer­molaï ‘stand-shoot­ing.’ … But per­haps all my read­ers may not know what ‘stand-shoot­ing’ is. I will tell you. A quar­ter of an hour be­fore sun­set in spring-time you go out into the woods…