NovelThe vague, crepuscular time; the time of regrets that resemble hopes, of hopes that resemble regrets, when youth has passed, but old age has not yet arrived.Ivan TurgenevFathers and Sons · 1862★ 6.1
NovelDeath is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.Ivan Turgenev1860★ 1.9
NovelI agree with no man's opinions... I have some of my own.Ivan TurgenevFathers and Sons · 1862★ 1.2
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