Chapter 21 clean Turgenev

one I was sixteen at the time.It happened in the summer of 1833.I live in Moscow with my parents.In summer they often rent a house opposite the Neskouni Park near Karuka Taxkamen to escape the heat.I was preparing for the university entrance exams at that time, so I didn't work very hard and my progress was slow. No one interferes with my freedom, and I can do as I please, especially now that my governess is gone.He was a Frenchman who would never resign himself to being dropped like a bomb on Russia (he said).He often lay in bed for days without doing anything, with a sad look on his face.My father doesn't lose his temper with me, but he doesn't care much about me; my mother pays little attention to me, although she has no other children; she is busy with other things.My father was quite young and handsome, and he did not marry my mother out of love.He is ten years younger than my mother.My mother lived a very unhappy life, irritable, preoccupied, and jealous all day long-although she would not be like this in front of my father.she was afraid of him...

two Turgenev's pen is always so clean: no theory, no analysis.Theory is useless; analysis is useless.This novel is called; the writing is as pure as first love.The story tells that a sixteen-year-old boy fell in love with a girl who was a few years older than him, Ginada.Ginada is mysterious and charming; she also goes here with her mother for the summer, and becomes the boy's neighbor.He gradually discovered that the relationship between the girl and his father was unusual.Several years after the last chapter was written, he heard the news that the girl died of dystocia after marriage: "I am very worried, worried about Ginaida; I want to pray very much, for her, for my father, and for myself."

The novel must give the real world the illusion of everyday life.Most novelists have too much ambition and too many distracting thoughts. "Thinking" is necessary, but it should not be "miscellaneous".Dreams are not distractions; Turgenev's dreams are single-minded, harmonious, compelling situations.Real life is long, chaotic, and dull; Turgenev's skill is to create ordinary dreams in this gate: not amazing dreams; dreams that every ordinary person can understand and easily empathize with.There is often a fine line between mediocre babble and honest narrative, but it's a huge one!The former is inseparable from the word "noisy"; the latter seeks the word "quiet".The people and things in Turgenev's works are quiet.Quiet is not dull, not trivial.Taste and aesthetics are involved here.

three Ji Naida's love became more and more strange and unpredictable.One day, when the boy visited her, she sat on a chair and wept, with tears all over her face.She called the boy over suddenly, with a grim smile on her lips.She stroked his hair with her hands; suddenly grabbed a handful of hair and pulled and twisted: "It hurts," he couldn't help saying. "It hurts, doesn't it? You think I don't hurt?" she repeated. ...she finally tore a lock of the boy's hair. "I'll hang your hair in a locket with a necklace," she said, with tears in her eyes. "That may comfort you a little. Goodbye."

Four Turgenev does not explain the words and deeds of the characters at all; he just writes down the words and deeds of the characters calmly, leaving a wide space for readers to associate and understand.This is how the world should be.Explanation cannot solve the true meaning of good and evil, right and wrong, love, hate, ignorance and ignorance.Facing the facts calmly is the only way.One day, the boy was sitting on a fourteen-foot-high wall in a daze, and Ginada happened to pass by, and said on a whim: "You always say you love me; well, if you really love me so much, you can jump down and find me now." Me." Without saying a word, the boy jumped down and fell unconscious.She was so anxious that she hugged him and said, "Silly boy, why did you do this? Why did you listen to me, you know I love you..." She kissed his face with her lips.The boy quietly enjoys this moment of eternity.

A senior scholar wrote: Why do you suddenly see Turgenev coming?Poor man!What a beautiful text!Turgenev's emphasis on literature sometimes made me decide to learn Russian.heart aroused.Of course I couldn't even learn a single word. When Turgenev was old, he was kicked around by his lover, he said, like a dog.This is pitiful bottom line.However, if it were not for such a poor life experience, perhaps there would not be such an exquisite novel. Reading his novels is sometimes like looking at Hunan embroidery or Suzhou embroidery, thinking of the slender hands and tender people. ...

Cleanliness is good; people and literature are the same, to be clean, like Turgenev, like first love.