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First Love by Ivan Turgenev
dark
emotional
sad
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
📜♡ “ 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒎, 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? ”
First love by Ivan Turgenev is an autobiographical novella exploring the author's first experience with Love.
The story follows a 16 year old boy Vladimir who falls in love with Zinaida Alexandrovna Zasyekina, a 21-year-old woman.
As the story unfolds, Vladimir experiences the pangs of unrequited love. Zinaida plays with his feelings as she enjoys being the centre of attention. However, she herself harbors feelings for another man who's revealed to be Vladimir's father. This discovery leaves Vladimir in despair. He becomes helpless but nevertheless doesn't stop loving Zinaida.
The story explores themes of youthful innocence, unrequited love and the fleeting nature of youth.
❥ "𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵?"
When Vladimir falls in love with Zinaida, he idealises this idea of love. it seems to him that it's the best feeling in the entire world. He dreams about love and love.
❥ "𝑰 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈."
However he soon realises that love isn't all butterflies and roses, with the pangs of jealousy, unrequited love and despair he explores the ugly side of this love.
❥ “ 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒚; 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚; 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐.”
❥ “𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕.”
But nevertheless he continues to love her despite the way it makes him suffer.
❥ "𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆."
❥ "𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 – 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎."
Vladimir however soon has to say goodbye to Zinaida and move on with his life.
🔸‘𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒏𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔.’
By the end of the story - Vladimir realises something is more potent than love, more scary and it was death and the fleeting nature if youth.
🔸"𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
🔸 " 𝘖 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩! 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩! 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 – 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥; 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸."
📜 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙:
🔸"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞."
🔸"𝐎𝐡, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 – 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"
🔸"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡."
🔸"‘𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧,’ 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞, ‘𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧; 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 – 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧.’ "
🔸"𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 – 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.’ "
🔸"𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 – 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 ‘𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.’"
First love by Ivan Turgenev is an autobiographical novella exploring the author's first experience with Love.
The story follows a 16 year old boy Vladimir who falls in love with Zinaida Alexandrovna Zasyekina, a 21-year-old woman.
As the story unfolds, Vladimir experiences the pangs of unrequited love. Zinaida plays with his feelings as she enjoys being the centre of attention. However, she herself harbors feelings for another man who's revealed to be Vladimir's father. This discovery leaves Vladimir in despair. He becomes helpless but nevertheless doesn't stop loving Zinaida.
The story explores themes of youthful innocence, unrequited love and the fleeting nature of youth.
❥ "𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵?"
When Vladimir falls in love with Zinaida, he idealises this idea of love. it seems to him that it's the best feeling in the entire world. He dreams about love and love.
❥ "𝑰 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈."
However he soon realises that love isn't all butterflies and roses, with the pangs of jealousy, unrequited love and despair he explores the ugly side of this love.
❥ “ 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒚; 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚; 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐.”
❥ “𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕.”
But nevertheless he continues to love her despite the way it makes him suffer.
❥ "𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆."
❥ "𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 – 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎."
Vladimir however soon has to say goodbye to Zinaida and move on with his life.
🔸‘𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒏𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔.’
By the end of the story - Vladimir realises something is more potent than love, more scary and it was death and the fleeting nature if youth.
🔸"𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
🔸 " 𝘖 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩! 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩! 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 – 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥; 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸."
📜 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙:
🔸"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞."
🔸"𝐎𝐡, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 – 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"
🔸"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡."
🔸"‘𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧,’ 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞, ‘𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧; 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 – 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧.’ "
🔸"𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 – 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.’ "
🔸"𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 – 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 ‘𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.’"