Quotes from Turgenev I.S. Turgenev Ivan Sergeevich - quotes, aphorisms, sayings, phrases Catchphrases from the works of Turgenev

09.12.2023

The great Russian writer Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev significantly influenced the development of Russian literature. His work is known all over the world, and quotes from his greatest works are full of deep meaning and relevance at all times.

Childhood and adolescence

The birthday of Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev, the future Russian writer, was celebrated on October 28 (November 9), starting in 1818. Coming from a noble family, from childhood he was not deprived of either attention or financial resources.

In 1827, the family moved to Moscow, where Ivan Sergeevich received an excellent basic education. The future writer went to St. Petersburg and Germany to receive higher education. His mother inspired a love for literature in little Ivan. She often quoted the works of M. Lermontov, A. Pushkin, N. Gogol. He also had his own valet, who developed an affinity for reading. Mother supported her beloved offspring financially, until 1940, when a conflict broke out between them and she got tired of fulfilling the requests of her ungrateful son.

The development of Ivan Sergeevich as a writer

Having graduated from the University of Berlin in 1841, Turgenev was faced with a choice regarding what to do in the future. Initially, Ivan Sergeevich’s plans were to teach, but by chance he manages to publish his poem “Parasha”. From that moment on, the purpose in life was determined.

Writing consumed the young man completely. The first attempts to write poetic works were already in the third year of study at the university. Turgenev actively wrote poetry and even published his works in a magazine several times. Now it has become my main occupation. Turgenev's quotes are often used by other writers in their epigraphs.

Contemporaries emphasized the external discrepancy between Ivan Sergeevich and his inner world and high timbre of voice. This one is full of contradictions that still came together wonderfully. Despite his noble origins, he was an ardent opponent of serfdom. Perhaps this was the reason why most were based on the life of village families.

Through his works, the writer reflects all the social changes of his time:

Life and culture of ordinary villagers.
The desire of villagers to develop their horizons and become equal to the townspeople.
The rise of the ideal of the human person during the period of the abolition of serfdom.
Changing role of women in society.

Ivan Sergeevich’s personal life was not as successful as his literary one. In his youth, the handsome handsome man had several affairs. He even almost married the seamstress Avdotya, with whom he had an illegitimate daughter. But the writer’s mother opposed the marriage and separated the lovers.

In 1845, the writer had a muse in the form of the singer Pauline Viardot, who was married to the Frenchman Louis Viardot. Because of this friendship, disagreements begin with the mother, to the point where she stops supporting her son financially. For a rich man, as he was considered, who always loved to look spick and span, this is quite a difficult test. But despite everything, he and the Viardot family leave for France.

Literary features of the works of I. S. Turgenev

The writer often turns to landscapes. He loves to describe rural nature, saturating it with bright colors and reviving it in the imagination of readers.

“The dark, clear sky stood solemnly and immensely high above us with all its mysterious splendor.”- Turgenev quote from the story “Bezhin Meadow”.

The writer did an excellent job with female characters. For example, Asya, beloved by all readers. Turgenev often in his works uses prototypes of girls for whom he had any feelings. Simplicity, modesty and sincerity are the hallmarks of Turgenev’s heroines. This is why he deserves the love of his readers.

Turgenev Quotes

Ivan Sergeevich made a great contribution to the development of Russian literature. Below are several quotes from the writer's most famous works.

Quotes from Ivan Turgenev’s story “Asya” are filled with wonderful feeling.

“Happiness has no tomorrow; he doesn’t even have yesterday; it does not remember the past, does not think about the future; he has a present - and that’s not a day, but a moment.”

No less thoughtful quotes from Turgenev from “Mumu”.

« There is only one judge for me: the Lord God himself, and no one else. He alone knows what kind of person I am in this world and whether I truly eat bread for nothing.”

But the most popular are Turgenev’s quotes about love.

“Only those who love have the right to blame and scold.”

The greatest classic of Russian literature, Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev, is known not only for his stories ("Mumu", "Bezhin Meadow") and novels ("Fathers and Sons"), but also for his famous prose poem about the "great and mighty". He not only managed to bring into our lives such a concept as nihilism in the image of Bazarov, but also created the image of a “Turgenev woman.” Let's listen to his quotes and sayings.
If only good things left with youth, then the remaining ages of human life would seem so unbearable that every individual would cut his own throat in his thirty-second year. Many squabbles swim in the noisy waves of youth and sail away with them; but still there is nothing better than these waves.

People who are spoiled in childhood retain a special imprint for the rest of their lives.

Music is intelligence embodied in beautiful sounds.

O youth! Youth!.. Maybe the whole secret of your charm lies not in the ability to do everything, but in the ability to think that you will do everything.

Argue with a person smarter than you: he will defeat you, but you can benefit from your very defeat. Argue with a person of equal intelligence: whoever wins, you will at least experience the pleasure of fighting. Argue with a person of the weakest mind: argue not out of a desire to win, but you can be useful to him. Argue even with a fool! You won’t gain either fame or profit... But why not have fun sometimes!

Exceptions, you know, only confirm the rule. - "Smoke"

The word “tomorrow” was invented for indecisive people - and for children; I, like a child, calmed myself with this magic word. - "Andrey Kolosov"

It [happiness] is like health: when you don’t notice it, it means it’s there. - "Faust"

Honesty gave him the right to be ruthless and not do unspecified good; and he was ruthless - and did not do good... because good by decree is not good. - Poems in prose, “Egoist”

Love, I thought, is stronger than death and the fear of death. Only by her, only by love does life hold and move. - Poems in prose, “Sparrow”

In days of doubt, in days of painful thoughts about the fate of my homeland, you alone are my support and support, oh great, mighty, truthful and free Russian language! Without you, how can one not fall into despair at the sight of everything that is happening at home? But one cannot believe that such a language was not given to a great people! - Poems in prose, “Russian language”

I took a carriage and went to Iburg, a castle located on one of the extreme peaks of the Black Forest towards the Rhine: from there you can see the entire Alsace valley to Strasbourg. The weather was clear, and the line of the Vosges Mountains was clearly visible in the sky. The cannonade stopped a few minutes before my arrival in Iburg; but right opposite the mountain, on the other side of the Rhine, from behind a long continuous forest, huge clouds of black, white, bluish, red smoke rose: the whole city was burning... Further, towards the Vosges, more cannon shots were heard, but increasingly weaker... It was obvious that the French are defeated and retreating. - “Letters on the Franco-Prussian War”

However, recently it’s not just music that has occupied the residents of “Northern Palmyra”. We were amused by the learned birds of the city of Galyusha, the maternal tenderness and grasp of the monkey, about the successful resolution of which such touching notices appeared in the reports - grasps, which, however, did not pleasantly remind us, people, the rulers of the universe and aristocrats, that we are in a rather close kinship with these plebeians, four-armed creatures, etc. - “Modern Notes”

Have you noticed that on an oak tree - and the oak tree is a strong tree - the old leaves fall off only when the young ones begin to emerge? Exactly the same thing happens to old love in a strong heart: it has already died out, but still holds on; only another, new love can survive her. - "Rudin"

Anyone who happened to move from the Volkhov district to Zhizdrinsky was probably struck by the sharp difference between the breed of people in the Oryol province and the Kaluga breed. The Oryol peasant is short, stooped, gloomy, looks from under his brows, lives in crappy aspen huts, goes to corvée, does not engage in trade, eats poorly, wears bast shoes; Kaluga obrok peasant lives in spacious pine huts, is tall, looks bold and cheerful, has a clean and white face, sells oil and tar, and wears boots on holidays. The Oryol village (we are talking about the eastern part of the Oryol province) is usually located among plowed fields, near a ravine, somehow turned into a dirty pond. Apart from a few willow trees, always ready to serve, and two or three skinny birches, you won’t see a tree for a mile around; hut is stuck to hut, the roofs are covered with rotten straw... The Kaluga village, on the contrary, is mostly surrounded by forest; the huts stand freer and straighter, covered with planks; the gates are tightly locked, the fence in the backyard is not scattered and has not fallen out, and does not invite every passing pig to visit... - “Khor and Kalinich”, 1847

Here and there, in the distance, ripening rye turns yellow, and buckwheat turns red in narrow stripes. - “Forest and steppe”, 1848

In Moscow, an amazing change happened to me. Abroad, I was mostly silent, but then suddenly I spoke unexpectedly brightly and at the same time dreamed about myself, God knows what. There were condescending people who thought I was almost a genius; the ladies listened to my rants with sympathy; but I was unable to maintain the height of my fame. One fine morning a gossip was born about me (I don’t know who brought it into the light of day: it must have been some old male maid - there are a lot of such old maids in Moscow), it was born and began to sprout offspring and tendrils, like strawberries . I got confused, wanted to jump out, break the sticky threads, but that was not the case... I left. - “Hamlet of Shchigrovsky district”, 1849

Our life does not depend on us; but we all have one anchor from which, unless you want to, you will never break free: a sense of duty. - “Yakov Pasynkov”, 1855

It can be seen that our shortcomings grow on the same soil as our merits, and it is difficult to tear out some while sparing others. - A few words about Mr. Ostrovsky’s new comedy “The Poor Bride”, 1851

Play, have fun, grow, young strength, you have life ahead of you, and it will be easier for you to live: you won’t have to, like us, find your way, struggle, fall and rise in the midst of darkness; we were trying to figure out how to survive - and how many of us didn’t survive! - but you need to do something, work, and the blessing of our brother, the old man, will be with you. And for me, after today, after these feelings, all that remains is to give you my last bow - and, although with sadness, but without envy, without any dark feelings, to say, in view of the end, in view of the awaiting God: “Hello, lonely old age! Burn out, useless life! - “The Noble Nest”, 1859

In our time, in our wanderings, we ourselves have seen people dying for the equally little existing Dulcinea or for a crude and often dirty something in which they saw the realization of their ideal and the transformation of which they also attributed to the influence of the evil ones - we almost said : wizards - evil accidents and personalities. We have seen them, and when such people are transferred, let the book of history be closed forever! there will be nothing to read in it. - “Hamlet and Don Quixote”, 1860

Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man is a worker in it. - Fathers and Sons, 1862

The old thing is death, but something new for everyone. - “Fathers and Sons”, 1862

It was not for nothing that the ancient Greeks said that the last and highest gift of the gods to man is a sense of proportion. - “Literary evening with P.A. Pletnev”, 1869

I don’t think that my Westernism has deprived me of all sympathy for Russian life, of all understanding of its characteristics and needs. - “Instead of an Introduction”, 1869

Sanin weighed a quarter of a pound, found a piece of paper, made a horn out of it, wrapped the cakes, spilled them, wrapped them again, spilled them again, gave them away, finally received the money... The guy looked at him in amazement, shifting his hat on his stomach, and in the next room Gemma, covering her mouth, was dying of laughter. Before this buyer had time to leave, another appeared, then a third... “And it’s clear that my hand is light!” - thought Sanin. The second demanded a glass of orshada, the third - half a pound of sweets. Sanin satisfied them, enthusiastically knocking spoons, moving saucers and dashing his fingers into boxes and jars. When calculating, it turned out that he had cheapened the orshads, and took two extra cruisers for the sweets. Gemma did not stop laughing quietly, and Sanin himself felt extraordinary gaiety, some especially happy mood of spirit. It seemed like he could have stood behind the counter for ages, selling sweets and orchards, while that sweet creature looked at him from behind the door with friendly, mocking eyes, and the summer sun, breaking through the powerful foliage of the chestnut trees growing in front of the windows, filled the entire room. greenish gold of midday rays, midday shadows, and the heart basks in the sweet languor of laziness, carelessness and youth - original youth! - “Spring Waters”, 1872

Whatever a person prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer boils down to the following: “Great God, make sure that twice two does not become four!”<...>

But can even a personal, living, figurative God make sure that twice two does not become four?

Every believer is obliged to answer: he can - and is obliged to convince himself of this.

But what if his mind rebels against such nonsense?

Here Shakespeare will come to his aid: “There are many things in the world, friend Horatio...”, etc.

And if they object to him in the name of truth, he should repeat the famous question: “What is truth?”

And therefore: let us drink and have fun - and pray. - “Prayer”, 1881

From letters
For a man with a heart there is only one fatherland - democracy, and if the Russians win [in Hungary], it will be dealt a mortal blow. - From a letter to P. Viardot dated June 10, 1849
- Turgenev on the Hungarian Revolution

I am sending you a small list of typos - as you will see, there are very few of them - with the exception of two, three - they are insignificant - so I have to thank both you and Annenkov very much (thanks also for correcting my “lapsus calami” about Frankfurt). - from a letter to Mikhail Stasyulevich dated January 3, 1872

About him
... As far as I can judge from what I have read, his talent is remarkable and promises great activity in the future. - Letter to P.V. Annenkov September 7, 1847, Ostend.
- Nikolay Gogol

Turgenev is of enormous height, with high shoulders, a huge head, extremely large features, almost gray hair, although he is still only 35 years old. Probably, many even find him handsome, but the expression of his face, especially his eyes, is sometimes so disgusting that one can happily dwell on the face of Father Hilferding. I absolutely did not like Turgenev, he made an unpleasant impression on me. I looked at him carefully and listened to his words, and this is what I can say. This is a person who, besides having no concept of any faith, except for the fact that he spent his whole life immorally and whose concepts were polluted by such a life, is a person who is only capable of experiencing physical sensations; all his impressions pass through his nerves; he is unable to either understand or feel the spiritual side of the subject. Spiritual, I do not speak in the sense of faith, but a person, even a non-believer, or a Mohammedan, is able to break away for a while from earthly and material impressions, some in the field of thought, others under the impression of elegant beauty in art. But Turgenev’s thought is the fruit of his purely earthly sensations, and about poetry he himself expressed that poems make a physical impression on him, and he seems to therefore judge whether they are good or not; and when he reads them with special heat and animation, this heat conveys some kind of internal physical irritation, and the beauties of pure poetry no longer come out of his mouth. He has some aspirations for something more delicate, for some kind of soulfulness, but not spiritual; He is entirely a man of impressions, sensations, a man in whom there is not even pagan strength and sublimity of the soul, a kind of flabbiness both mentally and physically, despite his huge figure. And Konstantin began to think that Turgenev was getting closer to him, agreeing with his views and that he could completely abandon his former life, but I consider this absolutely impossible. Khomyakov rightly said that this is the same as thinking that a fish can live without water. Exactly, this is his element, and only God alone can perform an unnatural miracle that will defeat the elements, but, of course, not man. Konstantin himself, it seems, is convinced of this and, at parting, was greatly indignant at the words of Turgenev, who said that Belinsky and his letter are his entire religion, etc... I’m not even talking about his erroneous thoughts and immoral views, about his gastronomic tastes in life, as Konstantin rightly called his attitude to life, and I am talking only about those internal properties of his soul, about the reserve lying at the bottom of his entire inner being, acquired, of course, by such a distorted and ugly life and direction, but has already become his second nature. In such a state, it seems to me that if God does not perform a miracle on him and if he does not crush himself completely, all his aspirations and approaches to what he calls good will only confuse him even more, and then he will completely justify the verses of Constantine.
- Vera Aksakova, “Diary of 1855”

Every somewhat remarkable or powerful phenomenon has its own, often unsuccessful, imitators. In recent times in our literature, Lermontov has been such a phenomenon and also attracted many unsuccessful imitators with him; Among them is Mr. Turgenev, who, like Lermontov, writes both in poetry and in prose. We now have before us his short poem “Conversation,” written in “Mtsyri” meter. We will try to convey to the readers the content of this essay, which was written sluggishly and does not have a single place that one would want to write out.
- Konstantin Aksakov, About Ivan Turgenev’s “Conversation”

Of course, such loading was slower, and when Turgenev had to wait for me, he always called my shells “satanic.” I remember once how his dog picked up a brood of black grouse, which he missed two times and which then flew at me. Two of my shots were also unsuccessful towards the flying brood, which sat down on the low juniper, between Turgenev and me. What could be more successful than such failure? Could anything be more magnificent than the upcoming field? It was only necessary to select the scattered grouse one by one. Turgenev hastily loaded his gun, calling Bubulka to his feet, and shouted from afar to me, who was hastily loading the gun: “Again these satanic shells! Don't let your dog go! Don't let her wander around! After all, she might stumble upon a black grouse, and then she’ll have to rip her guts out again.”
- Afanasy Fet, “My Memories”, 1890

My God! What a luxury “Fathers and Sons” is! Just at least shout guard. Bazarov’s illness was so severe that I became weak and felt as if I had become infected from him. And the end of Bazarov? What about the old people? And Kukshina? God knows how it's done. Simply brilliant. I don’t like everything about “The Eve” except Elena’s father and the ending. This ending is full of tragedy. “Dog” is very good: the language here is amazing. Please read it if you forgot. “Asya” is sweet, “Zatishye” is crumpled and unsatisfying. I don't like "Smoke" at all. “The Nobles’ Nest” is weaker than “Fathers and Sons,” but the ending also looks like a miracle. In addition to the old woman in Bazarovo, that is, Evgeniy’s mother and mothers in general, especially secular ladies, to<ото>All of them, however, are similar to each other (Liza’s mother, Elena’s mother), and Lavretsky’s mother, a former serf, and even simple women, all Turgenev’s women and girls are unbearable for their artificiality and, excuse me, falseness. Lisa and Elena are not Russian girls, but some kind of Pythia, broadcasting, replete with claims beyond their rank. Irina in “Smoke”, Odintsova in “From<цах>and children,” in general lionesses, burning, appetizing, insatiable, looking for something - they are all nonsense. When you remember Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, all these Turgenev ladies with their seductive shoulders go to hell. The female negative types, where Turgenev slightly caricatures (Kukshina) or jokes (description of balls), are drawn wonderfully and were successful to him to such an extent that, as they say, a mosquito cannot undermine your nose. The descriptions of nature are good, but... I feel that we are already getting out of the habit of descriptions of this kind and that something else is needed.
- Anton Chekhov

I finished rereading two of Turgenev’s stories. The craftsmanship is amazing, but in general I read indifferently - with a few exceptions. pages. Some things (almost everything, or rather) I read as new, so Turgenev forgets. “Polesie” alone is almost all truly beautiful. In almost all the stories - yes, it seems, even in all - there is a rare wealth of completely unique, amazingly accurate definitions of feelings and thoughts, persons and objects.
- Ivan Bunin, “Through the Mouths of the Bunins,” 1940

An outstanding Russian writer and playwright was born on November 9, 1818 Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev.

Turgenev was one of the largest Russian writers of the 19th century. The artistic system he created had a huge influence on the development of not only the Russian, but also the Western European novel of the second half of the century before last. Ivan Sergeevich He was one of the first to study the personality of the “new man” - his psychology and morality, and also introduced the term “nihilist” into wide literary use.

His most famous works are the novels “Fathers and Sons”, “On the Eve” and “The Noble Nest”, the story “Asya”, as well as the story “Mumu” and the series “Notes of a Hunter”.

We have selected 15 quotes from his books:

Happiness has no tomorrow; he doesn’t even have yesterday; it does not remember the past, does not think about the future; he has a present - and that is not a day, but a moment. ( "Asya")
There are many memories, but nothing to remember. ( "Fathers and Sons")
Every person must educate himself. ( "Fathers and Sons")
Each person hangs by a thread, an abyss can open up beneath him every minute, and he still comes up with all sorts of troubles for himself, ruining his life. ( "Fathers and Sons")
It happens that a person, waking up, asks himself with involuntary fear: am I really already thirty... forty... fifty years old? How did life go by so quickly? How did death come so close? Death is like a fisherman who catches a fish in his net and leaves it in the water for a while: the fish is still swimming, but the net is on it, and the fisherman will snatch it when he wants. ( "The day before")
Time (it’s a well-known fact) sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes it crawls like a worm; but it feels especially good for a person when he doesn’t even notice whether it passes quickly or quietly. ( "Fathers and Sons")
Moral illnesses come from bad upbringing, from all sorts of trifles that fill people's heads from childhood, from the ugly state of society, in a word. Correct society and there will be no diseases. ( "Fathers and Sons")
You see what I’m doing: there’s an empty space in the suitcase, and I’m putting hay in it; so in our life’s suitcase; no matter what they fill it with, as long as there is no emptiness. ( "Fathers and Sons")
Just think: there is nothing in the world stronger... and more powerless than words! ( "Spring Waters")
Sometimes it is useful for a person to take himself by the crest and pull himself out, like a radish from a ridge. ( "Fathers and Sons")
Love for every age has its suffering. ( "Noble Nest")
A Russian person is afraid and easily becomes attached; but his respect is difficult to earn: it is not given quickly and not to everyone. ( "Noble Nest")
The appearance of vulgarity is often useful in life: it weakens strings that are too highly tuned, sobers up self-confident or self-forgetful feelings, reminding them of its close kinship with them. ( "Fathers and Sons")
It is useless to prove to a prejudiced person that his prejudices are unfair. ( "Rudin")
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man is a worker in it. ( "Fathers and Sons")

I chose with my heart. It was such an amazing feeling. I saw his name and it warmed my heart, they also say something similar - “I felt cold”, as if I missed him)) I’m still amazed) I brought his quotes with joy. Now I’ll read it myself)) Thank you all)

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev, (1818-1883), writer

The mysteries of human life are great, and love is the most inaccessible of these mysteries.

Who said that truth alone is valid? A lie is as tenacious as the truth, if not more so.

Even an egoist cannot believe in himself; We can only believe in what is outside of us and above us.

In love, one person is a slave, and the other is a master, and it is not for nothing that poets talk about the chains imposed by love. Yes, love is a chain, and the heaviest one.

Does human character really change? As for the cradle, so for the grave.

But it’s a well-known fact: you never go from bad to good through the best, but always through the worst - and poison can be useful in medicine.

The misfortune of lonely and timid people - from timid pride - lies precisely in the fact that they, having eyes and even widening them, see nothing or see everything in a false light, as if through tinted glasses.

It can be seen that our shortcomings grow on the same soil as our merits, and it is difficult to tear out some while sparing others.

Life will not deceive only those who do not reflect on it and, without demanding anything from it, calmly accept its few gifts and calmly use them.

The only people who remain misunderstood are those who either don’t yet know what they want or are not worth being understood.

The happiness of each person is based on the misfortune of another... Even his benefit and convenience require, like a statue, a pedestal, the disadvantages and inconveniences of others.

Russian people love to treat - if there is nothing else, then to their acquaintances.

Nowhere does time fly as fast as in Russia; in prison, they say, it runs even faster.

Beauty does not need to live endlessly to be eternal - one moment is enough for it.

Russian prowess is good, but it suits few people.

Love for every age has its suffering.

But nature cannot cope with logic, with our human logic; it has its own, which we do not understand and do not recognize until it runs over us like a wheel.

Nothing could be worse and more offensive than happiness that came too late.

Marriage, based on mutual inclination and reason, is one of the greatest blessings of human life.

In days of doubt, in days of painful thoughts about the fate of my homeland - you alone are my support and support, oh great, mighty, truthful and free Russian language!..

It is impossible to believe that such a language was not given to a great people!

Here it is: you are youth; I am old age.

Every love is happy, as well as unhappy, a real disaster when you give yourself completely to it.

Every prayer boils down to the following: “Great God, make sure that twice two does not become four.”

Don't you know if you have talent yet? Give it time to mature; and even if it doesn’t exist, does a person really need poetic talent in order to live and act?

Yes, someone rightly said about suicides: until they fulfill their intention, no one believes them; and if they do it, no one will regret them.

Good by decree is not good.

It was not for nothing that the ancient Greeks said that the last and highest gift of the gods to man is a sense of proportion.

If only good things went away with youth, then the remaining ages of human life would seem so unbearable that every individual would cut his own throat at the age of 32. Many squabbles swim in the noisy waves of youth and sail away with them; but still there is nothing better than these waves.

If you wait for the minute when everything, absolutely everything, is ready, you will never have to start.

If the aspiration comes from a pure source, it still, even if it is not completely successful, without achieving the goal, can bring great benefit.

There are three categories of egoists: egoists who live and let others live; egoists who live themselves and do not let others live; finally, egoists who do not live themselves and do not give to others.

Pathetic is the one who lives without an ideal!

A woman is not only able to understand self-sacrifice: she herself knows how to sacrifice herself.

When the quixotes are over, let the book of History close. There will be nothing to read in it.

He who has lived and not become lenient towards others does not deserve leniency himself.

Those who strive for a high goal should no longer think about themselves.

Love and Hunger - their goal is the same: it is necessary that life does not stop, one’s own and others’ - still the same, universal life.

Love is stronger than death and fear of death. Only by her, only by love does life hold and move.

Music is intelligence embodied in beautiful sounds.

Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

He who does not have even a drop of hope is not jealous.

There is nothing more painful than the consciousness of something stupid you have just done.

O ugliness of self-satisfied, inflexible, cheaply acquired virtue - you are almost more disgusting than the outright ugliness of vice!

O youth! Youth!... Maybe the whole secret of your charm lies not in the ability to do everything, but in the ability to think that you will do everything.

Hunting... brings us closer to nature, teaches us patience, and sometimes even composure in the face of danger.

Only those who love have the right to blame and scold.

Nature... awakens in us the need for love...

Russia can do without each of us, but none of us can do without it. Woe to the one who thinks this, doubly woe to the one who actually gets along without it.

Skepticism has always been characterized by sterility and impotence.

The word “tomorrow” was invented for indecisive people and for children.

To be afraid of the funny is to not love the truth.

Argue even with a fool! You won’t gain either fame or profit... But why not have fun sometimes!

Argue with a person of equal intelligence: no matter who wins, you will at least experience the pleasure of fighting.

Argue with a person of the weakest mind; argue not out of a desire to win - but you can be useful to him.

Argue with a person smarter than you: he will defeat you... But you can benefit from your very defeat.

The old thing is death, but something new for everyone.

Happiness is like health: when you don’t notice it, it’s there.

Only by her, only by love does life hold and move.

We all have one anchor from which, unless you want to, you will never break free: a sense of duty.

Happiness has no tomorrow, it does not have yesterday, it does not remember the past, does not think about the future, it has a present - and that is not a day, but a moment.

Teaching is not only light, as the popular proverb goes, it is also freedom. Nothing liberates a person like knowledge...

Do you want to be happy? Learn to suffer first.

Do you want to know it, this grave guilt that you are unable to understand, which I am unable to explain to you?

A person without pride is insignificant. Self-love is an Archimedes lever with which the earth can be moved.

A person is able to understand everything - how the ether trembles, and what happens in the sun, but how another person can blow his nose differently than he blows his nose, he is not able to understand.

A person always feels somehow ashamed and awkward when he says a lot himself.

Excessive pride is the sign of an insignificant soul.

I.S. Turgenev, as is probably known to all our readers who are familiar with “Notes of a Hunter”, with “Rudin”, with “The Calm”, with “Mumu”, with “Asey”, is a true artist, and the artist is predominantly Russian... The characters in the stories and Turgenev's stories live the same life with their author<…>. In the understanding of things, in the mentality of the represented personalities, there are such original features, such elusive but characteristic particulars that only Russian life produces, which can only be appreciated and noticed by a person who has become accustomed to this life, gifted with the same national mentality, who has experienced interests and aspirations that worried Russian society, and, moreover, felt them the way the Russian people feel and perceive them. Knowledge of Russian life, and moreover, not book knowledge, but experimental knowledge, taken from reality, purified and comprehended by the power of talent and reflection, appears in all of Turgenev’s works...

Pisarev D.I. Noble Nest. Roman I.S. Turgenev // Dawn, 1859.

First of all, Turgenev clearly shows the attitude of his rich poetic personality to nature, his subtle understanding of its beauties, his understanding of a developed person, which, however, has not lost - which is especially rare and dear - the freshness of immediate feeling - making him one of the highest descriptive poets everywhere<…>. This poetry does not catch bright shades or large phenomena in nature: on the contrary, it seems to deliberately avoid them and... follows nature in its subtle, elusive phenomena, with<…>some kind of superstitious adoration. This is poetry<…>countries of black soil, the sweat of the farmer<…>. This is the poetry of a special strip, locality, its living voice.

A. Grigoriev. I.S. Turgenev and his activities. Regarding the novel “The Noble Nest” // Sovremennik, 1859.

He ( Turgenev) quickly guessed new needs, new ideas introduced into the public consciousness, and in his works invariably drew... attention to the question<…>, already vaguely beginning to worry society<…>. To this author's instinct for the living strings of society, to this ability to immediately respond to every noble thought and honest feeling that is just beginning to penetrate the consciousness of the best people, we attribute a significant share of the success that Mr. Turgenev constantly enjoyed among the Russian public<…>. Not stormy, impetuous force, but on the contrary - softness and some kind of poetic moderation serve as characteristic features of his talent.

Dobrolyubov N.A. When will the real day come? // Contemporary, 1860.

In terms of the strength of his poetic talent, Turgenev is not inferior to any of the living writers in Europe.<…>, and the deeper you read into his works, the more you are amazed at his talent and skill<…>. The nation that<…>gave birth to such a writer - and not only him - can truly justify any hopes.

Schmidt Yu. Ivan Turgenev // German yearbooks, 1868. P. 461.

Turgenev, whom France so rightly admires and loves so much. He is so poetic...

In his descriptions of nature, Turgenev creates the impression of a hot, sweltering Russia, filled with the buzzing of heavy, well-fed bees.

Alphonse Daudet. Notes about life.

This is a great poet and a worthy representative of the reign of the Liberator<…>. Foreigners have given too much preponderance to melancholy in Turgenev’s artistic images, and through this dreary fog they look pessimistically at Russia, which they were the first to recognize from Turgenev. Russians are guests at a feast of world history, at a world fair, positioned in the very middle between West and East, between Europe and Asia - and this confused Turgenev’s Western readers<…>. Foreigners, observing Turgenev’s melancholy and attributing it to the lethargy, inertia and thousand-year hibernation of the Russian people<…>, dwell on how Turgenev “Russian people die well” and<…>point to his "Living Relics". A sorrowful girl, but enlightened in soul, dies well, but precisely because she believes, and therefore gives her clear soul to the Lord God, like a martyr of the first centuries of Christianity<…>. This is not the pessimism that foreigners use to describe Turgenev’s mournful thoughts about Russia. Pessimism, soulless and hopeless sorrow could not provide either content or inspiration to such a poet, who was loved by the entire civilized world.

My God! What a luxury “Fathers and Sons” is! Just at least shout guard. Bazarov's illness was so severe that I became weak, and it felt as if I had become infected from him. And the end of Bazarov? What about the old people? God knows how it was done. Simply brilliant.

A.P. Chekhov

Turgenev<…>connected all his major works with important and even burning themes of his turbulent era; this connection was<…>inevitable for a writer to have a sensitive conscience and enlightened thought - Turgenev possessed both to a high degree<…>. Most of all, he was an artist-poet<…>. Despite the fact that Turgenev created a whole world of the most diverse figures, bright and full of life, depicted several major moments of our cultural development and gave masterful pictures of old life, his main area is not broad sketches of social sentiments and not everyday life, but intimate psychology, and an extensive picture of an entire era, given in his works, is composed of individual sketches and miniatures, selected and executed with extraordinary skill and sensitivity

Gruzinsky A.E. Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev // History of Russian literature of the 19th century / Ed. D.N. Ovsyaniko-Kulikovsky, 1910. Part 3. P. 279.