A review by eenaah
Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev

dark emotional hopeful sad medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

5.0

โœง๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธโ€œ๐‘ถ๐’‡ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’“๐’”๐’†, ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’‚๐’'๐’• ๐’–๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’†; ๐’˜๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ,โ€ ๐‘ฐ ๐’”๐’‚๐’Š๐’…, โ€œ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’˜๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’‡๐’‡๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”.โ€

Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev- a beautiful almost tragic story of two generations. The story follows Arkaday and Bazarov, the two young men and their parents.

 ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ข๐™š๐™จ: 

๐Ÿ”ธ๐˜Ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ: Throughout the story we see the generation gap b/w Arkaday & Bazarov and their parents. Often seem b/w Bazarov an others, as Bazarov keeps clashing with everyone.
 
๐Ÿ”ธ๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ:  Bazarov is a big believer of nihilism and its influence on his character is too obvious. He's too absorbed by these nihilistic tendencies and eventually succumbs to them.  However everyone else except Arkaday seems immune to it.

"๐˜๐ž๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐–๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐, ๐ข๐ง ๐ฏ๐š๐œ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ;"

 โ€œ๐†๐จ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ? ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐š๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐›๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐ž๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ: Another important aspect of the novel is love and the romantic relationships and the effects on one's personality. The relationship between Katya and Arkaday, and Bazarov and Anna Sergeyevna explores this aspect.

โฅ โ€œlove in the ideal, or, as he expressed it, romantic sense, he called lunacy, unpardonable imbecility; he regarded chivalrous sentiments as something of the nature of deformity or disease,โ€

โฅ 'You want to fall in love,' Bazarov interrupted her, 'and you can't love; that's where your unhappiness lies.'

โฅ โ€œLet me tell you then that I love you like a fool, like a madman.... โ€

โฅโ€œAnd besides, love ... you know, is a purely imaginary feeling.โ€

โฅโ€œI love you forever and irrevocably, and I love no one but you.โ€

๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™–๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ:

๐Ÿ”ธ๐๐š๐ณ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ: arrogant, intellectual and flawed. (almost tragic.)

โ€œAnd, you see, I thought too: I'd break down so many things, I wouldn't die, why should I! there were problems to solve, and I was a giant! And now all the problem for the giant is how to die decently, though that makes no difference to any one either.... Never mind; I'm not going to turn tail.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธ๐€๐ซ๐ค๐š๐๐š๐ฒ: likeable, smart and understanding. Finds love and lives a happy life without regrets ig. 

๐Ÿ”ธ๐๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ & ๐๐ข๐ค๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ข: represent the older generations , respect traditions and older values. While Pavel was more rigid and firm, Nikolai was somehow tolerant and open to new customs and practices. 

๐Ÿ”ธ๐•๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐€๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐š: traditional and loving parents. Most likeable characters. It's so sad how the story ends for them. And i absolutely despise Bazarov for how he treated them. God; life's so unfair sometimes. 

  โ€œthere's no help for it, Vasya! A son is a separate piece cut off. He's like the falcon that flies home and flies away at his pleasure; while you and I are like funguses in the hollow of a tree, we sit side by side, and don't move from our place. Only I am left you unchanged for ever, as you for me.โ€

 i wanted to smash bazarov's head for this. How ungrateful was he!
and then his death left them shattered:(

โ˜† "Often from the little village not far off, two quite feeble old people come to visit itโ€”a husband and wife. Supporting one another, they move to it with heavy steps; they go up to the railing, fall down, and remain on their knees, and long and bitterly they weep, and yearn and intently gaze at the dumb stone, under which their son is lying; they exchange some brief word, wipe away the dust from the stone, set straight a branch of a fir-tree, and pray again, and cannot tear themselves from this place, where they seem to be nearer to their son, to their memories of him...."

โ˜† "Can it be that their prayers, their tears are fruitless? Can it be that love, sacred, devoted love, is not all-powerful? Oh, no! However passionate, sinning, and rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb, the flowers growing over it peep serenely at us with their innocent eyes; they tell us not of eternal peace alone, of that great peace of 'indifferent' nature; tell us too of eternal reconciliation and of life without end."

๐๐ฎ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ :

๐Ÿ”ธโ€œ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜™๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ข; ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. โ€ 

๐Ÿ”ธโ€œ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธโ€œ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธโ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธโ€œ๐˜๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ? ๐˜๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ?โ€

๐Ÿ”ธโ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ, ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ. ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ!โ€

๐Ÿ”ธโ€œ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ....โ€