"Here, in the cool shade, she read and worked, or surrendered herself to that sensation of perfect peace which we are all presumably familiar and whose charm lies in a barely conscious and silent observation of the sweeping wave of life that for ever rolls all around us as well as within us."
"It was a glorious, fresh morning; tiny mottled clouds stood out, like fleecy lambs, in the transparent azure of the sky: fine beads of dew lay sprinkled over the leaves and grasses, glittering like silver among the cobwebs; the rosy tints of dawn still seemed to cling to the moist dark earth; from the depths of the sky larks showered their songs."
"The magic world, which he was just entering and which was looming out from the misty waves of the past, wavered- and vanished."
Like Pushkin, Turgenev is a genius in describing the vague...
"However passionate, sinful and rebellious the heart wrapped away in that grave, the flowers that blossom there peep out at us tranquilly with innocent eyes: they speak to us not only of all embracing peace, of the vast repose of 'indifferent' nature, they tell us also of everlasting reconciliation and life without end..."
Oh what mysteries nature holds! How much it knows, and how much it holds inside itself! In the end, nature will tell us who we really are- in the most innocent and indifferent way...
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What a beautiful lesson! No matter what we say, what we thing that we are, we are shown by nature and God, the constants, tat we re just foolish insignifcant cretures and to have all thse beliefs that make up our lvies is just foolish. We must turn and give in to the simplicity of nature. Everytihng isn't meaningless, for then life would be meaningless in itself! No, what nature tells us is that everything has a place, a destined place, and we must give in and not fight it, for we would only torment ourselves in the end...
And also I'm sometimes reminded of this book- the difference between the new "youth" and the ones who have lived through it all. There will always be the progressives in the youth, and the traditional in the old. It has been played over and over, generation after generation. How beautifully the father said when he admitted that he didn't know anything. But do the elderly cease to count when the young take over? Weren't their experiences also meaningful and helpful to mankind? I read somewhere that this age is only there because of the previous one- it builds upon what is already there. So the old are as important as the new, one reminds us what we were and the other of what we will be.
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