Collected Stories of Ivan Bunin

Collected Stories of Ivan Bunin❰Read❯ ➯ Collected Stories of Ivan Bunin Author Ivan Alekseyevich Bunin – Jobs-in-kingston.co.uk В книгу вошли рассказы ИА Бунина 1870 1953 Антоновские яблоки Господин из Сан Франциско Легкое дыхание Темные ал В книгу вошли рассказы ИА Бунина of Ivan eBook ✓ Антоновские яблоки Господин из Сан Франциско Легкое дыхание Темные аллеи Чистый понедельник Лапти Танька Цифры Солнечный удар Сверчок Чаша жизни обязательные для чтения и изучения в средней общеобразовательной школе. Five starsIf Chekhov had lived longer would he have written short stories like these? Would he have left Russia after the revolution? To me he is the greatest russian short story writer and possibly the greatest ever but after reading these stories and a novella I might have to position Bunin alongside Chekhov right at the very top as one of the best The stories range from the first decade of the century to the 1940s you can almost feel all the events that occurred in Russia and Europe through them The earlier ones feel very much like what someone from the same generation or the one afterwards as Chekhov Andreyev and Gorky would write they range from traditional themes like decaying rural estates muzhiki love and so on The ones after the revolution and his emigration take on a international feeling while still being very russian they feature Paris emigres recollections of the wars etc One last thing his prose is very poetic even in translation something Chekhov's doesn't have I guess it comes from also being a poet And you don't want to hurry it's lovely in those open fields on a cool and sunny day You can see far into the distance across the level plains The sky is light a deep expansive blue Carts and carriages have smoothed out the road since the rains and now its oily looking surface gleams like metal rails in the bright sun that slopes across it All around you spreads the winter wheat in triangulated fields of rich green shoots A young hawk rises out of nowhere hovers over something fluttering its small sharp wings in the transparent air Telegraph poles lead far into the clear distance; like silver strings their wires curve along the sloping edge of the sky Merlins perch on them in rows like sharp black notes written on a sheet of music When he reached that sentence Mitya balled the letter up and buried his face in the wet straw violently clenching his teeth and choking on sobs for there she had addressed him inadvertently with the informal form of you in Russian And with all the intimacy it invoked that accidental ty was than he could bear it reminded him of every thing he'd lost and at the same time established all their closeness once again She stepped uickly and obediently away from the pile of under clothes discarded on the floor wearing nothing but grey stockings a simple garter belt and cheap black shoes Her flesh looked lilac grey in the twilight and in that way uniue to a woman's body it was chilled with nervousness taut and cool goose bumps spreading all across its surface She glanced at him with an air of drunken triumph gathered her hair in her hands and began taking out its pins while he observed her every movement growing cold Her body was better younger than he ever would have thought Her thin collarbone and sharp ribs accorded with her gaunt face and her delicate shins But her hips were wide and generous With its small deep belly button her stomach curved inward past the ribs; the prominent triangle of dark pretty hair rising from beneath it was in keeping with the hair that grew in rich abundance on her head She removed the last pins and that mane spilled thickly down her back where each vertebra appeared in sharp relief She stooped to raise her fallen stockings and her small breasts their brown nipples wrinkled from the cold drooped like thin pears utterly enchanting in their poverty And he did indeed force her to experience those extremes of shamelessness that suited her so poorly and therefore stirred in him such pity tenderness and passion The window blinds were pointed up and nothing could be seen through their slats but she glanced at them with exultant terror heard the footsteps and the idle talk of people walking on the deck passing just below that very window and all of this increased still terribly the transports of her dissipation Oh how close they are How nearby they walk and talk and no one has an inkling of what's being done in here just a step away from them in this white cabin Loved everything except Dry Valley which I gave up on will return to it later when degeneration stories don't bore me uite so muchIt's a shame that The Gentleman from San Francisco is his most famous work because it really isn't his best it is still good but I think mostly it's just accessible to a western audience than the rest of his stories This is a great collection of Bunin's stories although not all inclusive I love the way he writes how he involves all of your senses to allow you to experience the story as a memory Bunin describes nature beautifully But his characters are so consumed by love or lust that they end up killing themselves or their loved one There is no possibility of redemption only despair about life I got tired of it after a few stories Maybe Chekhov was the Russian master the authorial doctor crafting stories about the little tragedies and tales in daily life You would be hard pressed to find any autobiographical details that would allude to the man behind 'The Lady with the Lapdog' or 'The Kiss' and so forth Chekhov hides there a casual observer someone studying the world from a carriage window or a dacha porch Ivan Bunin is too close to his subject matter to be discreet His stories based on his biography reflect too intimately some of the episodes in his life We know he loved many women and cheated on his wife Yet we also know he was born at that inopportune time when the Russian Revolution not only overshadowed the Silver Age of Russian literature but sent many of its greatest artists composers and writers into permanent exile Like Joseph Roth a near contemporary Bunin wrote about that lost world of early twentieth century Europe Back then in that twilight realm there was a rise in technology but many of the greatest writers had a nostalgic penchant for the grand and uneven 19th century for the tales of their grandparents the folklore of the villages the rustic and barbaric simplicity of a dying age Bunin knew these legends and myths and blended them into his stories of evocative and sensuous prose He calls to life harvest scenes along with spring and summer mornings the verdant smell of evening fields He describes the lush scent of sex not with a pornographic touch but of eros the perfume of a woman's sun burnished hand or a peasant's girl wet skin All of it paints a masterful and at times gentle picture of a bygone and yet irreplaceable era In fact a fair sum of stories in this collection Bunin basks in this forgotten world as if it were a place outside of time an Eden of sorts Still we have young love halted and thwarted by patriarchs or girls on the less than virtuous verge of woman hood meeting an untimely end Beyond The Gentleman from San Francisco Bunin's most well known story in the West you'll find this collection offers a substantial selection of stories that run the gamut The Elagin Affair is a novella sized tale about two death obsessed lovers while shorter works Cold Fall and In Paris show the plight of the Russian bourgeois and aristocracy following the Revolution There's even the prose poem First Class in which a mouzhik must ride with the nobles specifically because he missed getting on the first carriage designated for workers The clay and mud spattered man in rags must endure being amongst the well to do It's only a page long and manages to show both Bunin's dark humor and compassionate side What I like most about Bunin is that he isn't Chekhov There is pulse and sensuality in Bunin's stories One feels the painful loss of love that morose and conflicted sense of wanting to do but being unable to in the face of society's restrictions Bunin's love is always taboo but not for the sake of it The young men who fall for the servant girl or the peasant or the intellectual are ardent and knowingly naive They throw themselves into their passions because they are simple and adolescent At times we learn they will become like their fathers other times we can only guess and at other times they are already old and looking back happy but sparingly cynicalIf I could compare these stories to music they would remind me of the Nocturnes and Preludes of Rachmaninoff Prose that feels like good piano music Despite winning the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1933 Ivan Bunin remains relatively unknown in the West This volume of Collected Stories is an excellent introduction to Bunin's writing which features a uniue lyrical beautyThemes of love loss and the Russian landscape dominate Bunin's stories with many containing that sweet melancholy familiar to readers of Russian literatureParticular highlights are 'The Gentleman from San Francisco' 'Sukhodol' and 'Mitya's Love' Highly recommended to readers of Russian fiction short stories or just good writing Undeniable talent put in service to sickly nostalgia for a world that deserved to die The sorts of things that the likes of T C Boyle or Joyce Carol Oates will write after the world next turns upside down There are some very strong stories about life as a privileged landowner or serf in pre revolution Russia and about overly proud and arrogant capitalists and sundry kulaks The book winds up with stories about the joys and travails of seducing or forcing oneself on the young house serfstypically around 15 years old or so or falling in love with the infreuent nurse or guest Enjoyed the haystack scene with the gift of a special kissto be young again Enjoy most Russian writers but don't believe Bunin ranks with the top tier even though Tolstoy and Turgenev wrote some similar themes The man's joy of nature and his exploration of love are almost psychedelic and sometimes painful Would recommend a read In this collection of his tales it is interesting to see the development of Bunin's style during his career Since his earliest works though it is possible to see how clear and lyrical are his narratives making justice to the tradition of great Russian tale authors Perhaps the uality of his prose cannot be eualed to that of Chekhov of Tolstoy but he can be considered one of the main voices in the Russian literature of the 20th century One my my favorite finds this year Bunin's fantastic; I'd put him in the same handful as Edith Pearlman William Trevor JS Powers and ChekhovBest story in the collection and the only one I'd heard of before The Gentleman from San FranciscoOther really really good stories Ida Chang's Dreams Mitya's Love Zoyka and Valeriya Rusya and Cleansing Monday