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Updated: June 3, 2025
'And what was the cause of your quarrel with Rudin? said Alexandra Pavlovna, looking wonderingly at Lezhnyov. 'I did not quarrel with him, but I parted from him when I came to know him thoroughly abroad. But I might well have quarrelled with him in Moscow, he did me a bad turn there. 'What was that? 'It was like this.
Darkness seemed to fall upon his eyes. Gazing after Natalya, he left the tree and took two strides, not knowing whither or wherefore. Rudin saw him as he came up to him. Both looked each other in the face, bowed, and separated in silence. 'This won't be the end of it, both were thinking. Volintsev went to the very end of the garden.
We have all become insufferably reasonable, indifferent, and slothful; we are asleep and cold, and thanks to any one who will wake us up and warm us! . . . He is not an actor, as I called him, nor a cheat, nor a scoundrel; he lives at other people's expense, not like a swindler, but like a child. . . . He never does anything himself precisely, he has no vital force, no blood; but who has the right to say that he has not been of use? that his words have not scattered good seeds in young hearts, to whom nature has not denied, as she has to him, powers for action, and the faculty of carrying out their own ideas? . . . I drink to the health of Rudin!
Turgenev's Bazarov and Artsybashev's Sanin indicate the ardent revolt against the national masculine temperament; like true Slavs, they go clear to the other extreme, and bring resolution to a reductio ad absurdum; for your true Russian knows no middle course, being entirely without the healthy moderation of the Anglo-Saxon. The great Turgenev realised his own likeness to Rudin. Mrs.
It is one of his most extraordinary powers that he was able to depict so many characters and so many life histories in so very few words. The reader has a sense of absolute completeness. It was in his first novel, "Rudin," that Turgenev made the first full-length portrait of the typical educated Russian of the nineteenth century.
"I like your copy more than the original," said Delgrado. "Your visits to Rudin have not taught you much about art, then," said she tartly. "Not even that great master would wish me to be insincere." "No, indeed; but he demands knowledge at the back of truth. Now, mark me! You see that speck of white fire in the corner of the woman's eye? It gives life, intelligence, subtle character.
Even in our young days, when, after some trifling prank, you would suddenly speak as though you were pierced to the heart, and then you would begin again... well you know what I mean... even then I did not understand. That is why I grew apart from you.... You have so much power, such unwearying striving after the ideal. 'Words, all words! There was nothing done! Rudin broke in. 'Nothing done!
I suppose even you will not deny me good intentions? 'I should think not! 'In all other directions I had failed more or less... why should I not become an instructor, or speaking simply a teacher... rather than waste my life? Rudin stopped and sighed.
Lezhnyov watched him attentively; a strange, almost joyful amazement was expressed on Volintsev's face; he let his hands fall by his side. 'What is it? asked Lezhnyov. 'Read it, Volintsev said in a low voice, and handed him the letter. Lezhnyov began to read. This is what Rudin wrote: 'SIR 'I am going away from Darya Mihailovna's house to-day, and leaving it for ever.
Burnt his midnight lamp Before the holy and the true, as a dear half-cracked fellow, the poet of our set, expressed it. 'And how did he talk? Alexandra Pavlovna questioned again. 'He talked well when he was in the mood, but not remarkably so. Rudin even then was twenty times as eloquent as he. Lezhnyov stood still and folded his arms. 'Pokorsky and Rudin were very unlike.
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