Purchase one of 1st World Librarys Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - In studying the Russian novel it is amusing to note the childish attitude of certain English men of letters to the novel in general, their depreciation of its influence and of the publics inordinate love of fiction. Many men of letters to-day look on the novel as a mere story-book, as a series of light-coloured, amusing pictures for their idle hours, and on memoirs, biographies, histories, criticism, and poetry as the ages...

Turgenev was a major 19th century Russian novelist. His novel Fathers and Sons is his best-known work. In 1859 On the Eve was written about a quiet Russian household and a girl's soul. To the Russian reader this is also a penetrating look at the destiny of Russian in the 1850's. A country must weather hard fought battles in order for it to become a peaceful place to live.

Turgenev was a major 19th century Russian novelist. His novel Fathers and Sons is his best-known work. Rubin was Turgenev's first post Russian work. It tells the story on a man in his 20's torn between his unhappy life in Europe and his love of his barbaric homeland. Turgenev shows a real nostalgia for the 1840's in this novel.

Heart-wrenching short story about a doctor who falls in love with a patient. This is a translation of the original play from Turgenev, by the brilliant writer and producer, Simon Paisley Day.

A beautiful spring day was drawing to a close. High aloft in the clear sky floated small rosy clouds, which seemed never to drift past, but to be slowly absorbed into the blue depths beyond. At an open window, in a handsome mansion situated in one of the outlying streets of O., the chief town of the govern-ment of that name-it was in the year 1842-there were sitting two ladies, the one about fifty years old, the other an old woman of seventy. The name of the first was Maria Dmitrievna Kalitine. Her husband, who had formerly occupied the post of Provincial Procurator, and who was well known in...

On one of the hottest days of the summer of 1853, in the shade of a tall lime-tree on the bank of the river Moskva, not far from Kuntsovo, two young men were lying on the grass. One, who looked about twenty-three, tall and swarthy, with a sharp and rather crooked nose, a high forehead, and a restrained smile on his wide mouth, was lying on his back and gazing meditatively into the distance, his small grey eyes half closed. The other was lying on his chest, his curly, fair head propped on his two hands; he, too, was looking away into the distance. He was three years older than his companion,...

A beautiful spring day was drawing to a close. High aloft in the clear sky floated small rosy clouds, which seemed never to drift past, but to be slowly absorbed into the blue depths beyond. At an open window, in a handsome mansion situated in one of the outlying streets of O., the chief town of the govern-ment of that name-it was in the year 1842-there were sitting two ladies, the one about fifty years old, the other an old woman of seventy. The name of the first was Maria Dmitrievna Kalitine. Her husband, who had formerly occupied the post of Provincial Procurator, and who was well known in...