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3.99 AVERAGE
3.99 AVERAGE
3/5 pour ce recueil de nouvelles parce que je n'ai pas pris plaisir tout le long de ma lecture. Il faut dire que c'est un genre auquel je ne suis pas habitué un peu entre réalisme et fantastique, on dirait du Maupassant sous stéroïdes. Je pense que ces textes valent le détour mais je n'ai malheureusement pas tous les éléments pour les apprécier pleinement
Lettura fatta nel corso di qualche anno, ma ho terminato la raccolta in questo mese!
I racconti che mi sono piaciuti di più sono stati Prospettiva Nevskij e Il ritratto, mentre gli altri meno in quanto assurdi oltre il limite della fantasia e non sono amante del genere!
I racconti che mi sono piaciuti di più sono stati Prospettiva Nevskij e Il ritratto, mentre gli altri meno in quanto assurdi oltre il limite della fantasia e non sono amante del genere!
Newski Prospekt 4/10
Pamiętnik szaleńca 7+/10
Portet 9/10
Wózek 5/10
Nos 7/10
Szynel 6/10
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Opowiadanie "Portret" to moja nowa, ulubiona straszna historia z motywem farby i płótna. Wybacz Wilde, wyszło perfekcyjnie.
Pamiętnik szaleńca 7+/10
Portet 9/10
Wózek 5/10
Nos 7/10
Szynel 6/10
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Opowiadanie "Portret" to moja nowa, ulubiona straszna historia z motywem farby i płótna. Wybacz Wilde, wyszło perfekcyjnie.
lighthearted
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
dark
funny
fast-paced
challenging
dark
funny
mysterious
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Ça n'a pas grand sens et c'est misogyne en plus. Pourquoi écrire des âneries pareilles.
I have never set foot in Saint Petersburg.
I've never walked the long avenue called Nevsky Prospect or visited Senate Square or stood on the embankment gazing across the Neva to Vasilievsky Island.
But I see those places in my mind's eye just as if I had been there.
I know that the sky line of Vasilievsky Island is marked by the spire of the Peter and Paul fortress.
I know that there's a huge bronze statue on Senate Square, and that there's a Scissors shop on Nevsky Prospect.
Well, perhaps there's no longer a Scissors shop on Nevsky Prospect.
You see, the city that exists in my mind is not the city of today.
My Petersburg is the city of Pushkin's Bronze Horseman, leaping from his plinth on Senate Square and racing through the nearby streets.
It's the city of Gogol's Piskaryov, haunted by a girl he spies near the Scissors shop on Nevsky Prospect.
It's the city of Nabokov's giant pencils and of Tolstoy's drunken bears tumbling into the Neva.
It's the city of Dostoyevsky's axe murderer, of Gogol's razor-wielding barber, of Bely's scissors-happy assassin.
It's the city where a Nose can parade in uniform, where a ghost steals people's overcoats, where people have names like Pancake, Dustbin, Sloshkin and Rottenov.
A city where dogs not only talk to each other but write letters too. A city where January comes after February and where April has 43 days and Marchember have 86.
My Petersburg is an utterly phantasmagoric place. I love it!
I've never walked the long avenue called Nevsky Prospect or visited Senate Square or stood on the embankment gazing across the Neva to Vasilievsky Island.
But I see those places in my mind's eye just as if I had been there.
I know that the sky line of Vasilievsky Island is marked by the spire of the Peter and Paul fortress.
I know that there's a huge bronze statue on Senate Square, and that there's a Scissors shop on Nevsky Prospect.
Well, perhaps there's no longer a Scissors shop on Nevsky Prospect.
You see, the city that exists in my mind is not the city of today.
My Petersburg is the city of Pushkin's Bronze Horseman, leaping from his plinth on Senate Square and racing through the nearby streets.
It's the city of Gogol's Piskaryov, haunted by a girl he spies near the Scissors shop on Nevsky Prospect.
It's the city of Nabokov's giant pencils and of Tolstoy's drunken bears tumbling into the Neva.
It's the city of Dostoyevsky's axe murderer, of Gogol's razor-wielding barber, of Bely's scissors-happy assassin.
It's the city where a Nose can parade in uniform, where a ghost steals people's overcoats, where people have names like Pancake, Dustbin, Sloshkin and Rottenov.
A city where dogs not only talk to each other but write letters too. A city where January comes after February and where April has 43 days and Marchember have 86.
My Petersburg is an utterly phantasmagoric place. I love it!