The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Iván Turgénieff | ISBN: | 9781486498222 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | March 14, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Iván Turgénieff |
| ISBN: | 9781486498222 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | March 14, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print.
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Iván Turgénieff, which is now, at last, again available to you.
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My father died under his lancet, and on the following day, thoroughly stupefied with grief, I stood with a candle in my hand in front of the table on which lay the corpse, and listened unheeding to the thick-voiced intoning of the chanter, occasionally broken by the feeble voice of the priest; tears kept streaming down my cheeks, over my lips, and my collar and my cuffs; I was consumed with tears, I stared fixedly at the motionless face of my father, as though I were expecting him toPg 10 do something; and my mother, meanwhile, slowly made reverences to the floor, slowly raised herself and, as she crossed herself, pressed her fingers strongly to her brow, her shoulders, and her body. ...It has about eight hundred inhabitants, remarkably poor; the wretched little houses are outrageously bad; in the main street, under the guise of a pavement, formidable slabs of unhewn limestone crop out whitely here and there, in consequence of which, even the peasant-carts drive around it; in the very centre of an astonishingly untidy square rises a tiny yellowish structure with dark holes, and in the holes sit men inPg 19 large caps with visors, and pretend to be engaged in trade; there, also, rears itself aloft a remarkably tall, striped pole, and beside the pole, by way of order, at the command of the authorities, a load of yellow hay is kept, and one governmental hen stalks about.
About Iván Turgénieff, the Author:
Isabel Florence Hapgood (November 21, 1851 – June 26, 1928) was a U.S. writer and translator of Russian and French texts. ...She wrote a lengthy article detailing her visit and observations of the man trying to live his ideal life for The Atlantic magazine, it was published in 1891.
Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print.
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Iván Turgénieff, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories in EPUB AND PDF format to read on any tablet, eReader, desktop, laptop or smartphone simultaneous - Get it NOW.
Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories:
Look inside the book:
My father died under his lancet, and on the following day, thoroughly stupefied with grief, I stood with a candle in my hand in front of the table on which lay the corpse, and listened unheeding to the thick-voiced intoning of the chanter, occasionally broken by the feeble voice of the priest; tears kept streaming down my cheeks, over my lips, and my collar and my cuffs; I was consumed with tears, I stared fixedly at the motionless face of my father, as though I were expecting him toPg 10 do something; and my mother, meanwhile, slowly made reverences to the floor, slowly raised herself and, as she crossed herself, pressed her fingers strongly to her brow, her shoulders, and her body. ...It has about eight hundred inhabitants, remarkably poor; the wretched little houses are outrageously bad; in the main street, under the guise of a pavement, formidable slabs of unhewn limestone crop out whitely here and there, in consequence of which, even the peasant-carts drive around it; in the very centre of an astonishingly untidy square rises a tiny yellowish structure with dark holes, and in the holes sit men inPg 19 large caps with visors, and pretend to be engaged in trade; there, also, rears itself aloft a remarkably tall, striped pole, and beside the pole, by way of order, at the command of the authorities, a load of yellow hay is kept, and one governmental hen stalks about.
About Iván Turgénieff, the Author:
Isabel Florence Hapgood (November 21, 1851 – June 26, 1928) was a U.S. writer and translator of Russian and French texts. ...She wrote a lengthy article detailing her visit and observations of the man trying to live his ideal life for The Atlantic magazine, it was published in 1891.
