Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818-1883) was a great Russian novelist and playwright. His novel Fathers and Sons is regarded as one of major works of 19th-century fiction. After the standard schooling for a child of a gentleman's family, He studied for one year at the University of Moscow and then moved to the University of St Petersburg, focusing on the classics, Russian literature and philology.

Turgenev was impressed with German Central-European society, and believed that Russia could best improve itself by imitating the West. Like many of his educated contemporaries, he was particularly opposed to serfdom. He first made his name with A Sportsman's Sketches, also known as Sketches From a Hunter's Album; or, Notes of a Hunter. He wrote several short novels like The Diary of a Superfluous Man, Faust and The Lull. In them Turgenev expressed the anxieties and hopes of Russians of his generation. Amongst his other works are Liza: A Nest of Nobles, The Jew and Other Stories, On the Eve, A Reckless Character and Other Stories, The Torrents of Spring, and The Rendezvous.

This exquisite novel, first published in 1859, like so many great works of art, holds depths of meaning which at first sight lie veiled under the simplicity and harmony of the technique. To the English reader On the Eve is a charmingly drawn picture of a quiet Russian household,
The Names of the Characters in the Book2015-04-06
Chapter I2015-04-06
On one of the hottest days of the summer of 1853, in the shade of a tall lime-tree on the bank of the river Moskva, not far from Kuntsovo, two young men were lying on the grass. One, who looked about twenty-three, tall and swarthy,
Chapter II2015-04-05
The young men went down to the river Moskva and walked along its bank. There was a breath of freshness from the water, and the soft plash of tiny waves caressed the ear. I would have another bathe, said Shubin, only Im afraid of being late. Look at the river; it seems to b
Chapter III2015-04-05
Anna Vassilyevna Stahov - her maiden name was Shubin - had been left, at seven years old, an orphan and heiress of a pretty considerable property. She had very rich and also very poor relations; the poor relations were on her fathers, the rich on her mothers side; the latte
Chapter IV2015-04-04
Come to dinner, come along, said the lady of the house in a plaintive voice, and they all went into the dining-room. Sit beside me, Zoe, added Anna Vassilyevna, and you, Helene, take our guest; and you, Paul, please dont be naughty and tease Zoe. My head ach
Chapter V2015-04-04
Shubin did not leave his room before night. It was already quite dark; the moon - not yet at the full - stood high in the sky, the milky way shone white, and the stars spotted the heavens, when Bersenyev, after taking leave of Anna Vassilyevna, Elena, and Zoya, went up to his friend&rsqu
Chapter VI2015-04-03
Meanwhile, Elena had gone to her room, and sat down at the open window, her head resting on her hands. To spend about a quarter of an hour every evening at her bedroom window had become a habit with her. At this time she held converse with herself, and passed in review the preceding day. She had not
Chapter VII2015-04-03
The next day at twelve oclock, Bersenyev set off in a return coach to Moscow. He had to get some money from the post-office, to buy some books, and he wanted to seize the opportunity to see Insarov and have some conversation with him. The idea had occurred to Bersenyev, in the course of his l
Chapter VIII2015-04-02
On the evening of the same day, Anna Vassilyevna was sitting in her drawing-room and was on the verge of weeping. There were also in the room her husband and a certain Uvar Ivanovitch Stahov, a distant cousin of Nikolai Artemyevitch, a retired cornet of sixty years old, a man corpulent to the point
Chapter IX2015-04-02
Shubin went back to his room in the lodge and was just opening a book, when Nikolai Artemyevitchs valet came cautiously into his room and handed him a small triangular note, sealed with a thick heraldic crest. I hope, he found in the note, that you as a man of honour will
Chapter X2015-04-01
Elena met Bersenyev cordially, though not in the garden, but the drawing-room, and at once, almost impatiently, renewed the conversation of the previous day. She was alone; Nikolai Artemyevitch had quietly slipped away. Anna Vassilyevna was lying down upstairs with a wet bandage on her head. Zoya wa
Chapter XI2015-04-01
Two days later, Insarov in accordance with his promise arrived at Bersenyevs with his luggage. He had no servant; but without any assistance he put his room to rights, arranged the furniture, dusted and swept the floor. He had special trouble with the writing table, which would not fit into t
Chapter XII2015-03-31
The conquering hero Insarov will be here directly! he shouted triumphantly, going into the Stahovs drawing-room, where there happened at the instant to be only Elena and Zoya. Wer? inquired Zoya in German. When she was taken unawares she always used her native langu
Chapter XIII2015-03-31
During the first fortnight of Insarovs stay in the Kuntsovo neighbourhood, he did not visit the Stahovs more than four or five times; Bersenyev went to see them every day. Elena was always pleased to see him, lively and interesting talk always sprang up between them, and yet he often went hom
Chapter XIV2015-03-30
The next day, at two oclock, Elena was standing in the garden before a small kennel, where she was rearing two puppies. (A gardener had found them deserted under a hedge, and brought them to the young mistress, being told by the laundry-maids that she took pity on beasts of all sorts. He was
Chapter XV2015-03-30
Anna Vassilyevna, as the reader knows already, liked staying at home; but at times she manifested, quite unexpectedly, an irresistible longing for something out of the common, some extraordinary partie du plaisir, and the more troublesome the partie du plaisir was, the more preparations and arrangem
Chapter XVI2015-03-29
Soon after her acquaintance with Insarov, Elena (for the fifth or sixth time) began a diary. Here are some extracts from it:June. . . . Andrei Petrovitch brings me books, but I cant read them. Im ashamed to confess it to him; but I dont like to give back the books, tell l
Chapter XVII2015-03-29
On the very day on which Elena had written this last fatal line in her diary, Insarov was sitting in Bersenyevs room, and Bersenyev was standing before him with a look of perplexity on his face. Insarov had just announced his intention of returning to Moscow the next day. Upon my word!&
Chapter XVIII2015-03-28
Elena walked with her head bent and her eyes fixed straight before her. She feared nothing, she considered nothing; she wanted to see Insarov once more. She went on, not noticing that the sun had long ago disappeared behind heavy black clouds, that the wind was roaring by gusts in the trees and blow
Chapter XIX2015-03-28
An hour later, Elena, with her hat in one hand, her cape in the other, walked slowly into the drawing-room of the villa. Her hair was in slight disorder; on each cheek was to be seen a small bright spot of colour, the smile would not leave her lips, her eyes were nearly shutting and half hidden unde
Chapter XX2015-03-27
Come to my room for a minute, Shubin said to Bersenyev, directly the latter had taken leave of Anna Vassilyevna: I have something to show you. Bersenyev followed him to his attic. He was surprised to see a number of studies, statuettes, and busts, covered with damp cloths,
Chapter XXI2015-03-27
Elenas first sensation on awakening was one of happy consternation. Is it possible? Is it possible? she asked herself, and her heart grew faint with happiness. Recollections came rushing on her . . . she was overwhelmed by them. Then again she was enfolded by the blissful peace
Chapter XXII2015-03-26
No one in the house of the retired lieutenant of guards, Stahov, had ever seen him so sour, and at the same time so self-confident and important as on that day. He walked into the drawing-room in his overcoat and hat, with long deliberate stride, stamping with his heels; he approached the looking-gl
Chapter XXIII2015-03-26
Three weeks after Kurnatovskys first visit, Anna Vassilyevna, to Elenas great delight, returned to Moscow, to her large wooden house near Prechistenka; a house with columns, white lyres and wreaths over every window, with an attic, offices, a palisade, a huge green court, a well in the
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