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Russian Literature – Russian Poetry – Children’s books – Ivan Turgenev – Poems – Obsolete Russian Words and their meaning
POEMS IN PROSE
A Conversation
“Never yet has human foot trod either the
Jungfrau or the Finsteraarhorn.” …
A Sea Voyage
I sailed from Hamburg to London on a small steamer. There were two of us passengers: I and a tiny monkey, a female of the ouistiti breed, which a Hamburg merchant was sending as a gift to his English partner. …
Alms
In the vicinity of a great city, on the broad, much-travelled road, an aged, ailing man was walking. …
An Oriental Legend
Who in Bagdad does not know the great Giaffar, the sun of the universe? One day, many years ago, when he was still a young man, Giaffar was strolling in the suburbs of Bagdad. …
Cabbage-Soup
The son of a widowed peasant-woman died—a young fellow aged twenty, the best labourer in the village. …
Christ
I saw myself as a youth, almost a little boy, in a low-ceiled country church.—Slender wax tapers burned like red spots in front of the ancient holy pictures. …
Doves
I was standing on the crest of a sloping hill; in front of me lay outspread, and motley of hue, the ripe rye, now like a golden, again like a silvery sea. …
Enemy And Friend
A captive condemned to perpetual incarceration broke out of prison and started to run at a headlong pace…. After him, on his very heels, darted the pursuit. He ran with all his might…. His pursuers began to fall behind. …
“Hang Him!”
“It happened in the year 1803,” began my old friend, “not long before
Austerlitz. The regiment of which I was an officer was quartered in
Moravia. …
How Fair, How Fresh Were The Roses
Somewhere, some time, long, long ago, I read a poem. I speedily forgot it … but its first line lingered in my memory: …
In Memory Of J. P. Vrévsky
In the mire, on damp, stinking straw, under the pent-house of an old carriage-house which had been hastily converted into a field military hospital in a ruined Bulgarian hamlet, she had been for more than a fortnight dying of typhus fever. …
Masha
When I was living in Petersburg,—many years ago,—whenever I had occasion to hire a public cabman I entered into conversation with him. …
N. N.
Gracefully and quietly dost thou walk along the path of life, without tears and without smiles, barely animated by an indifferent attention. …
Nature
I dreamed that I had entered a vast subterranean chamber with a lofty, arched roof. It was completely filled by some sort of even light, also subterranean. …
Necessitas—Vis—Libertas
A tall, bony old woman with an iron face and a dull, impassive gaze is walking along with great strides, and pushing before her, with her hand as harsh as a stick, another woman. …
Nymphs
I was standing in front of a chain of beautiful mountains spread out in a semi-circle; the young, verdant forest clothed them from summit to base. The southern sky hung transparently blue above us; on high the sun beamed radiantly; …
Prayer
No matter what a man may pray for he is praying for a miracle.—Every prayer amounts to the following: “Great God, cause that two and two may not make four.” …
Stay!
Stay! As I now behold thee remain thou evermore in my memory! …
The Azure Realm
O azure realm! O realm of azure, light, youth, and happiness! I have beheld thee … in my dreams. …
The Beggar Man
I was passing along the street when a beggar, a decrepit old man, stopped me. Swollen, tearful eyes, blue lips, bristling rags, unclean sores…. Oh, how horribly had poverty gnawed that unhappy being! …
The Contented Man
Along a street of the capital is skipping a man who is still young.—His movements are cheerful, alert; his eyes are beaming, his lips are smiling, his sensitive face is pleasantly rosy….
The Correspondent
Two friends are sitting at a table and drinking tea. A sudden noise has arisen in the street. Plaintive moans, violent oaths, outbursts of malicious laughter have become audible. …
The Dog
There are two of us in the room, my dog and I…. A frightful storm is raging out of doors. The dog is sitting in front of me, and gazing straight into my eyes. …
The Egoist
He possessed everything which was requisite to make him the scourge of his family. He had been born healthy, he had been born rich—and during the whole course of his long life he had remained rich and healthy; …
The End Of The World
It seems to me as though I am somewhere in Russia, in the wilds, in a plain country house. The chamber is large, low-ceiled, with three windows; the walls are smeared with white paint; there is no furniture. …
The Fool
Once upon a time a fool lived in the world. For a long time he lived in clover; but gradually rumours began to reach him to the effect that he bore the reputation everywhere of a brainless ninny. …
The Insect
I dreamed that a score of us were sitting in a large room with open windows. Among us were women, children, old men…. We were all talking about some very unfamiliar subject—talking noisily and unintelligibly. …
The Monk
I used to know a monk, a hermit, a saint. He lived on the sweetness of prayer alone,—and as he quaffed it, he knelt so long on the cold floor of the church that his legs below the knee swelled and became like posts. …
The Old Man
The dark, distressing days have come…. One’s own maladies, the ailments of those dear to him, cold and the gloom of old age. …
The Old Woman
I was walking across a spacious field, alone. And suddenly I thought I heard light, cautious footsteps behind my back…. Some one was following me. …
The Rival
I had a comrade-rival; not in our studies, not in the service or in love; but our views did not agree on any point, and every time we met, interminable arguments sprang up. …
The Rose
The last days of August…. Autumn had already come. The sun had set. A sudden, violent rain, without thunder and without lightning, had just swooped down upon our broad plain. …
The Rule Of Life
“If you desire thoroughly to mortify and even to injure an opponent,” said an old swindler to me, “reproach him with the very defect or vice of which you feel conscious in yourself.—Fly into a rage … and reproach him! …
The Russian Language
In days of doubt, in days of painful meditations concerning the destinies of my fatherland, thou alone art my prop and my support, O great, mighty, just and free Russian language! …
The Skulls
A sumptuous, luxuriously illuminated ball-room; a multitude of cavaliers and ladies. All faces are animated, all speeches are brisk…. A rattling conversation is in progress about a well-known songstress. …
The Sparrow
I had returned from the chase and was walking along one of the alleys in the garden. My hound was running on in front of me. …
The Sphinx
Yellowish-grey, friable at the top, firm below, creaking sand … sand without end, no matter in which direction one gazes! …
The Stone
Have you seen an old, old stone on the seashore, when the brisk waves are beating upon it from all sides, at high tide, on a sunny spring day—beating and sparkling and caressing it, and drenching its mossy head with crumbling pearls of glittering foam? ….
The Toiler And The Lazy Man
Why dost thou bother us? What dost thou want? Thou art not one of us….
Go away! …
The Village
The last day of July; for a thousand versts round about lies Russia, the fatherland. The whole sky is suffused with an even azure; there is only one little cloud in it, which is half floating, half melting. There is no wind, it is warm …
The Visit
I was sitting at the open window … in the morning, early in the morning, on the first of May. The flush of dawn had not yet begun; but the dark, warm night was already paling, already growing chill. …
To-Morrow! To-Morrow!
How empty, and insipid, and insignificant is almost every day which we have lived through! How few traces it leaves behind it! In what a thoughtlessly-stupid manner have those hours flown past, one after another! …
Two Brothers
It was a vision…. Two angels presented themselves before me … two spirits. I say angels … spirits, because neither of them had any garments on their naked bodies, and from the shoulders of both sprang long, powerful wings. …
Two Four-Line Stanzas
There existed once a city whose inhabitants were so passionately fond of poetry that if several weeks passed and no beautiful new verses had made their appearance they regarded that poetical dearth as a public calamity. …
Two Rich Men
When men in my presence extol Rothschild, who out of his vast revenues allots whole thousands for the education of children, the cure of the sick, the care of the aged, I laud and melt in admiration. …
What Shall I Think?…
What shall I think when I come to die,—if I am then in a condition to think? Shall I think what a bad use I have made of my life, how I have dozed it through, how I have not known how to relish its gifts? …
Russian Literature – Russian Poetry – Children’s books – Ivan Turgenev – Poems – Obsolete Russian Words and their meaning
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