Showing posts with label Bunin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bunin. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
An End of History: Muromtsev Dacha Burnt Down
The original house was built for Sergei Muromtsev, president of the first Duma in 1906 and an author of the famous Vyborg Appeal to stop paying taxes to the tsar during the first Russian revolution (1905-1907). The Nobel Prize winning writer Ivan Bunin was introduced to his future wife Vera, Muromtsev's niece, there (a photo of Bunin and Vera) and described the dacha village in his stories.
Google map of the area. Muromtsev Dacha (3) is in the lower, wooded segment of the old settlement with striking circular plan.
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Saturday, October 03, 2009
The Book as the Internet by Ivan Bunin

It's apple time again and I suddenly had the urge to reread the famous Bunin's short story Antonov Apples. Instead I reread the whole volume.
Book (Книга, 1924), a very short story, only 470 words, suddenly struck me as a lamentation incredibly similar to modern complaints about the internet. Books steal real life from us, make us live in an imaginary (today we say virtual) world and concern about people who had never existed and events that had never happened. And all the while real life goes past.
Writes Bunin: I read, lived inside someone else's phantasies, but the field, the house, the village, the men, the horses, the flies, the bumblebees, the birds and the clouds, they all lived their own life, the real life.
Ivan Bunin, the first Russian writer to win the Nobel Prize for literature, is often described as a latter day Turgenev for the crispness, stylistic precision and beauty of his prose. The Book, very similar in format to Turgenev's poems in prose, is one fine example of this similarity.
I searched for an English translation of this short story on the internet, but could not find one. Please let me know if there is one.
Full Russian text of The Book is here
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