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ckrupiej's review against another edition
4.0
"O meu pai era um homem ainda jovem e bonito, que se casara por interesse: ela era dez anos mais velha. A minha mãe tinha uma vida triste: sempre enervada, com ciúmes, zangada - mas nunca na presença do meu pai, tinha medo dele, daquela atitiude rigorosa, fria, alheada...
Não conheço ninguém mais esmeradamente tranquilo, seguro de si e autoritário do que o meu pai."
"Quando, mais tarde, me pus a refletir sobre o carácter do meu pai, cheguei à conclusão de que nem eu nem a vida familiar lhe interessavam; gostava de outras coisas e deleitava-se plenamente com elas. "Apanha o que puderes, mas não te deixes aprisionar; pertencer a si próprio - é essa toda a graça da vida", disse-me ele uma vez."
"- Aborreceste-te à minha espera? - perguntou, entre dentes.
- Um pouco. Onde foi que perdeste o chicote? - voltei a perguntar.
O meu pai olhou para mim de relance.
-Não o perdi... deitei-o fora. - Ficou pensativo, baixou a cabeça... e foi então que eu vi pela primeira vez, e muito provavelmente pela última, quanta ternura e quanto arrependimento os seus traços rigorosos podiam exprimir."
"Dois meses mais tarde entrei na universidade, e meio ano depois o meu pai faleceu (de apoplexia) em Petersburgo, para onde acabara de se mudar comigo e com a minha mãe. Alguns dias antes da sua morte recebera uma carta de Moscovo que o emocionou sobremaneira... Foi falar com a minha mãe, a pedir qualquer coisa e, como ouvi dizer, até chorou... ele, o meu pai!"
Não conheço ninguém mais esmeradamente tranquilo, seguro de si e autoritário do que o meu pai."
"Quando, mais tarde, me pus a refletir sobre o carácter do meu pai, cheguei à conclusão de que nem eu nem a vida familiar lhe interessavam; gostava de outras coisas e deleitava-se plenamente com elas. "Apanha o que puderes, mas não te deixes aprisionar; pertencer a si próprio - é essa toda a graça da vida", disse-me ele uma vez."
"- Aborreceste-te à minha espera? - perguntou, entre dentes.
- Um pouco. Onde foi que perdeste o chicote? - voltei a perguntar.
O meu pai olhou para mim de relance.
-Não o perdi... deitei-o fora. - Ficou pensativo, baixou a cabeça... e foi então que eu vi pela primeira vez, e muito provavelmente pela última, quanta ternura e quanto arrependimento os seus traços rigorosos podiam exprimir."
"Dois meses mais tarde entrei na universidade, e meio ano depois o meu pai faleceu (de apoplexia) em Petersburgo, para onde acabara de se mudar comigo e com a minha mãe. Alguns dias antes da sua morte recebera uma carta de Moscovo que o emocionou sobremaneira... Foi falar com a minha mãe, a pedir qualquer coisa e, como ouvi dizer, até chorou... ele, o meu pai!"
mishjordn's review
dark
inspiring
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.5
julia_duna's review against another edition
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.75
jelenwalker's review against another edition
dark
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
nurisbooks's review against another edition
challenging
mysterious
tense
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.0
snailofdoom's review against another edition
4.0
4.5 loved this so so much I will spare the details
Went into it blind so should you
Went into it blind so should you
teresechka's review against another edition
emotional
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
notorious_dave's review against another edition
emotional
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
5.0
Zinaida Alexandrovna Zasyekina will always stay in my heart.
First Love might be a casual love story where anyone would have experienced. Boy meets a girl, falls in love, parts away because of each other’s circumstances. If one wants to read a romance novel like such, I recommend you find some other book.
This isn’t just a simple “boy meets girl” narrative. Turgenev creates a character whom is extremely lovable, Zinaida. She is virtuous, full of energy and blossoming with youth. The way Turgenev illustrates and develops her character is precisely designed, intended to make the readers wonder her true character and feel immense attraction towards her. As Vladimir leads the story, it is not only him who falls in love with her, but also us.
The story of two(or more) leaves a bitter taste. Not one that makes our face fold and create an expression of disgust, but one that is so sweet yet bitter that leaves a tear mark on our face. I would like to end by twisting a quote from Chekhov.
“Zinaida, where are you?”
First Love might be a casual love story where anyone would have experienced. Boy meets a girl, falls in love, parts away because of each other’s circumstances. If one wants to read a romance novel like such, I recommend you find some other book.
This isn’t just a simple “boy meets girl” narrative. Turgenev creates a character whom is extremely lovable, Zinaida. She is virtuous, full of energy and blossoming with youth. The way Turgenev illustrates and develops her character is precisely designed, intended to make the readers wonder her true character and feel immense attraction towards her. As Vladimir leads the story, it is not only him who falls in love with her, but also us.
The story of two(or more) leaves a bitter taste. Not one that makes our face fold and create an expression of disgust, but one that is so sweet yet bitter that leaves a tear mark on our face. I would like to end by twisting a quote from Chekhov.
“Zinaida, where are you?”
sanjastajdohar's review against another edition
4.0
“O youth! youth! you go your way heedless, uncaring – as if you owned all the treasures of the world; even grief elates you, even sorrow sits well upon your brow. You are self-confident and insolent and you say, 'I alone am alive – behold!"
In the frame narrative we listen to a story of Vladimir, a man telling his friends about his first love, a lively coquette Zinaida (what a perfect name for this heroine), who was his next-door neighbor. Being young and inexperienced (he's 16, she's 21), he quickly falls in love with this girl, who wraps every man who visits around her finger, even those more experienced ones than our narrator. They play games, flirt and all seem to be enchanted by her. The narrator idealizes her, as most young people do with the first object of their affection. But there is more than meets the eye in this situation.
Mixing both romanticism and realism, this is an interesting and captivating story about passion, obsession and human heart. And the fact that it is actually partly autobiographical makes it even more incredible! In parts dealing with Zinaida it reminds me of Thomas Hardy (if you know, you know), but the most important part of the story is how years after the narrator tells of the effect of this experience. First loves might not always survive the test of time (or everyday life in general), but they do shape us. And this beautiful prose shows it in such a captivating way.
So, if you've never read Turgenev, this would be a great place to start.
In the frame narrative we listen to a story of Vladimir, a man telling his friends about his first love, a lively coquette Zinaida (what a perfect name for this heroine), who was his next-door neighbor. Being young and inexperienced (he's 16, she's 21), he quickly falls in love with this girl, who wraps every man who visits around her finger, even those more experienced ones than our narrator. They play games, flirt and all seem to be enchanted by her. The narrator idealizes her, as most young people do with the first object of their affection. But there is more than meets the eye in this situation.
Mixing both romanticism and realism, this is an interesting and captivating story about passion, obsession and human heart. And the fact that it is actually partly autobiographical makes it even more incredible! In parts dealing with Zinaida it reminds me of Thomas Hardy (if you know, you know), but the most important part of the story is how years after the narrator tells of the effect of this experience. First loves might not always survive the test of time (or everyday life in general), but they do shape us. And this beautiful prose shows it in such a captivating way.
So, if you've never read Turgenev, this would be a great place to start.