The Gentleman from San Francisco: And Other StoriesPenguin UK, 26 במרץ 1992 - 224 עמודים A much neglected literary figure, Ivan Bunin is one of Russia's major writers and ranks with Tolstoy and Chekhov at the forefront of the Russian Realists. Drawing artistic inspiration from his personal experience, these powerful, evocative stories are set in the late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century Russia of his youth, in the countries that he visited and in France, where he spent the last thirty years of his life. In the title story, for example, a family's tour of fashionable European resorts comes to an unexpected end; 'Late Hour' describes an old man's return to the little Russian town in the steppes that he has not seen since his early youth; while 'Mitya's Love' explores the darker emotional reverberations of sexual experience. Throughout his stories there is a sense of the precariousness of existence, an omnipresent awareness of the impermanence of human aspirations and achievements. |
תוכן
THE PRIMER OF LOVE | |
CHANGS DREAMS | |
TEMIRAKSAKKHAN | |
LONG AGO | |
AN UNKNOWN FRIEND | |
AT SEA AT NIGHT | |
SUNSTROKE | |
NIGHT | |
THE CAUCASUS | |
LATE HOUR | |
VISITING CARDS | |
ZOYKA AND VALERIA | |
THE RIVERSIDE TAVERN | |
A COLD AUTUMN | |
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Gentleman from San Francisco and Other Stories <span dir=ltr>Ivan Bunin</span> תצוגה מקדימה מוגבלת - 1992 |
The Gentleman from San Francisco and Other Stories <span dir=ltr>Ivan Bunin</span> תצוגה מקדימה מוגבלת - 1992 |
The Gentleman from San Francisco, and Other Stories <span dir=ltr>Ivan Alekseevich Bunin</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2017 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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