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A review by sirfrankiecrisp
On the Eve by Ivan Turgenev
Never a book made a heart so worn. A fleeting image of melancholic beauty.
VIRGINIA WOOLF on Turgenev:
'In Turgenev's novels the individual never dominates, many other things seem to be going on at the same time. We hear the hum of life in the fields, a horse champs his bit; a butterfly circles and settles. And as we notice, without seeming to notice, life going on, we feel more intensely for the men and women themselves because they are not the whole of, but only part of the whole.'
VIRGINIA WOOLF on Turgenev:
'In Turgenev's novels the individual never dominates, many other things seem to be going on at the same time. We hear the hum of life in the fields, a horse champs his bit; a butterfly circles and settles. And as we notice, without seeming to notice, life going on, we feel more intensely for the men and women themselves because they are not the whole of, but only part of the whole.'