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The Snow Storm – Russia
Russia produced a literature of its own some centuries before the Nineteenth, but it was not a consistently characteristic product like that, for instance, of France or England. It is convenient, and not inaccurate, to name Gogol the father of modern Russian fiction, and since it is in fiction that the Russians are preeminent, Gogol may stand as a symbol of the beginnings. Pushkin, on the other hand, was a cosmopolitan of the Romantic school of Byron and Scott and Schiller. But one of his stories is included in this collection for its intrinsic merit, ‘ as well as to show the kind of tale that was widely popular throughout Europe at the time.

“We are all,” said Dostoievsky, “descended from Gogol’s Cloak.” That story, too long for reprinting in a volume of this kind, was indeed a milestone. Gogol was essentially Russian, and in his best work he strikes for the first time “that truly Russian note of deep sympathy with the disinherited.” (Thomas Seltzer.)

The Snow Storm – And the note struck by Gogol is sounded again and again by later writers, from Dostoievsky to Gorky. The political conditions of Russia have from the very first been a determining factor in nearly every product of her literature. Even the greatest literary artists, like Turgenev and Chekhov, were unable or unwilling to write novels and stories simply as revelations of life or as a pastime for their readers: they sought, directly or indirectly, to better conditions as they saw them, to evoke pity for the downtrodden, to understand the ways of God and the meaning of life.

It is fortunate, and rather remarkable, that although the great story writers of the Nineteenth Century were constantly seeking to remedy the evils of their generation, they were at the same time artists who rarely sacrificed their art for ulterior motives. Tolstoy, the outstanding example of the preacher, was never able to forget that he was an artist.

The Snow Storm part 13

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“I got out of the sledge without saying a word and went into the church, which was feebly lit up by two or three tapers. A young girl was sitting on a bench in...

The Snow Storm part 12

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Dear, kind Maria Gavrilovna, do not try to deprive me of my last consolation: the thought that you would have consented to make me happy, if…”“Don`t speak, for Heaven`s sake, don`t speak. You torture...

The Snow Storm part 11

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A secret, of whatever nature it may be, always presses heavily upon the human heart. Her stratagem had the desired success; at least Bourmin fell into such a reverie, and his black eyes rested...

The Snow Storm part 10

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We have already said that, in spite of her coldness, Maria Gavrilovna was, as before, surrounded by suitors. But all had to retire into the background when the wounded Colonel Bourmin of the Hussars,...

The Snow Storm part 9

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Another misfortune fell upon her: Gavril Gavrilovitch died, leaving her the heiress to all his property. But the inheritance did not console her; she shared sincerely the grief of poor Praskovia Petrovna, vowing that...

The Snow Storm part 8

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Nobody in the house knew anything about her flight. The letters, written by her the evening before, had been burnt; and her maid, dreading the wrath of her master, had not whispered a word...

The Snow Storm part 7

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“What do you want?”“Is Jadrino far from here?”“Yes, yes! Is it far?”“Not far; about ten versts.”At this reply, Vladimir grasped his hair and stood motionless, like a man condemned to death.“Where do you come...

The Snow Storm part 6

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At last Vladimir perceived that he was going in the wrong direction. He stopped, began to think, to recollect, and compare, and he felt convinced that he ought to have turned to the right....

The Snow Storm part 5

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The first to whom he presented himself, a retired cornet of about forty years of age, and whose name was Dravin, consented with pleasure. The adventure, he declared, reminded him of his young days...

The Snow Storm part 4

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Other fantastic and senseless visions floated before her, one after another. At last she arose, paler than usual, and with an unfeigned headache. Her father and mother observed her uneasiness; their tender solicitude and...

Blue Mosque

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