Kuningas Lear arolla by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
Kuningas Lear arolla by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
Lapsuuteni ajan ja ensimm?iset nuorukais-ajat hamaan viidenteentoista ik?vuoteeni saakka elelin maalla, ?itini, rikkaan tilan-omistajan, luona X:n l??niss?. Luulin kuin luulinkin, ett? jo n?ilt? ammoisilta ajoilta j?i muistooni l?himm?isen naapurimme er??n Martin Petrovitsh Harlow'in kuva. Ja tuskinpa moinen kuva muistosta ottaisi haihtuakseenkaan; mointa miest? en ole sittemmin el?m?n p?ivin?ni n?hnyt.
Kuvailkaa mieless?nne mies, suuri kuin j?ttil?inen! Kookkaasen ruumiisen oli liittynyt suunnaton p??, aivan v?litt?m?sti, - ei kaulan j?lke?k??n; keltaisenharmaa tukka kohota p?yrysi kuin hyv?kin ruko, alkaen melkein p?rr?isten kulmakarvain juurilta. Sinerv?in, melkein kuni kuorittujen kasvojen laajalla tanterella istua j?rr?tti paksu pahkanen?; siin? ylpe?sti siiraili pari pikkuruisia sinisi? silmi?; siin? my?s aukeili suu, pikkuruinen sekin, mutta vino, halkinainen, samaa v?ri? kuin koko kasvotkin. ??ni tuli t?st? suusta tosin k?he?n?, mutta erinomaisen kovana ja kumisevana. H?nen ??nens? piti samaa el?m?? kuin kimpullinen kankirautoja, jotka pannaan rattaille niin ett? toinen p?? letkuu ulkona ja joita sitten l?hdet??n vet?m??n huonosti kivitetty? katua my?ten. Harlow puhui aina niinkuin olisi huutanut jollekin kovassa vastatuulessa leve?n kuopan yli. Vaikea olisi ollut sanoa, mit? Harlow'in kasvot milloinkin ilmaisivat: niin laajat ne olivat. Yhdell? silm?yksell? noita kasvoja v?list? ei enn?tt?nyt n?hd?kk??n. Mutta vastenmieliset ne eiv?t olleet - oikein niiss? asui jonkunlainen mahtavuus; hyvin olivat oudot ja kummalliset. Ja millaiset olivat h?nell? k?det - patjoja nekin! Ent? sormet, ent? jalat! Muistan min? viel?, kuinka kunnioittavaa kauhua min? tunsin, katsellessani Martin Petrovitsh'in kaksi-kyyn?r?ist? selk?? ja hartioita leveit? kuin myllyn kivet. H?nen korvansa ne minun enimm?n h?mm?styttiv?t! Rinkil? mik? rinkil?: siin? laskokset ja palmikot ja kaikki: ja posket ne noin vaan kannattelivatkin niit? puolelta ja toiselta.
Kes?t talvet k?vi Martin Petrovitsh viheri?st? verasta tehdyss? kasakinissa,[1] jota kiinnitti vy?t?isille tsherkessil?inen vy?; jalassa oli rasvanahkaiset saappaat. Kaulusta en n?hnyt h?nell? milloinkaan, ja mihinp? sen olisi sitonutkaan? H?n hengitti pitk??n ja raskaasti kuin h?rk?, mutta astui hiljaa. N?ytti silt? kuin h?n huoneesen jouduttuaan olisi alin-omaa pelj?nnyt s?rkev?ns? ja kaatavansa kumoon kaikki, jonka vuoksi h?n siirtyelikin paikasta toiseen varovasti, enimm?kseen vaan kuve edell?, ik??nkuin varkain. Voimaa h?nell? oli todellakin kuin Herkuleella, ja siksi h?n olikin suuressa arvossa pidetty mies paikkakunnalla: sankareita kunnioittaa meid?n kansa viel? t?n?kin p?iv?n?. Kulki h?nen voimastaan tarujakin kaikenlaisia. Kerrottiin ett? h?n oli mets?ss? kerran kohdannut karhun, ja v?h?n puuttui ett'ei paiskannut karhua maahan. Kerrotaan kuinka h?n mehil?ispesill??n kerran oli tavannut vieraan talonpojan, varkaan, ja heitt?nyt miehen hevosineen rattaineen p?ivineen yli aidan, ynn? muuta semmoista. Itse h?n ei koskaan voimillansa kerskaillut.
- "Jos minun k?sivarressani asuu siunaus", n?in h?n puheli, "niin
Jumalanhan se on tahdosta."
Ylpe? h?n oli, ei kumminkaan voimistansa vaan arvostaan, syntyper?st??n, ?lyst??n.
- "Meid?n suku on ruostalaista alkuper??" (h?n ei osannut sanoa "ruotsalaista"). "Kanta-is? oli Ruostalainen, Harlus", niin h?n vakuutteli. "H?n tuli Ven?j?lle silloin kuin maata hallitsi ruhtinas Ivan Wasiljevitsh Synkk?, - katsopas, silloin jo! Eik? halainnutkaan t?m? ruostalainen Harlus olla suomalaisena kreivin?, mutta tahtoi tulla ven?l?iseksi aatelisherraksi ja piirtikin nimens? kultaiseen kirjaan. Niin, sielt? asti se on Harlovien alku!... Ja siit? samasta syyst? me Harlow'in suvun j?senet olemmekin kaikki valkoverisi?, vaaleasilm?isi? ja puhtaita kasvoilta kuin pulmuset."
- "Mutta kuulkaas Martin Petrovitsh!" yritin min? kerran panna
vastaan. "Ivan Wasiljevitsh Synkk?? ei ole koskaan ollutkaan, vaan Ivan
Wasiljevitsh Julma on ollut. Synk?ksi sanottiin suurta Wasili
Wasiljevitsh'i?."
- "?l? valehtele!" vastasi Harlow hyvin tyyneesti. "Kun min? sen kerran niin sanoin, niin tottahan se niin on!"
?iti vainaja koetti kerran kiitt?? h?nt? h?nen todellakin erin-omaisesta rehellisyydest??n.
- "Olkaa tuossa Natalia Niholajewna!" virkkoi toinen melkein harmissaan. "Kyll?p?s nyt l?ydettiin kiittelemisen syy! Eih?n meid?n, herrasv?en, sovi muuta ollakaan, jottei raaka rahvas, ty?mies, rahan-alainen mies uskaltaisi meist? pahaa ajatellakaan! Min?, Harlow - min? luen sukuni aina sielt? astikka (h?n viittasi sormellaan jonnekin hyvin korkealle lakeen p?in), ja ett?k? min? olisin kunniaton ihminen! Mitenk? se olisi mahdollista?"
Toisen kerran sattui ?itini luona olemaan vieraana muuan korkea virkamies. T?m?n teki mieli hieman pilkata Martin Petrovitsh'ia. Viimeksi mainittu rupesi j?lleen kertomaan ruostalaisesta Harlus herrasta, joka oli tullut Ven?j?lle...
- "Abrahamin ja Isakin aikoina, niink??" keskeytti korkea herra.
-- "Ei Abrahamin aikoina eik? Iisakinkaan, mutta suuren ruhtinaan Ivan
Wasiljevitsh Julman aikana."
- "Min?p? luulen", jatkoi korkea herra, "ett? teid?n sukunne on paljoa vanhempi: sen alkup?? menee aina niihin aikoihin, jolloin maailmassa viel? oli mastodontteja ja megaloterioita..."
N?it? tieteellisi? nimityksi? ei Ivan Petrovitsh ymm?rt?nyt laisinkaan, mutta sen verran h?n k?sitti, ett? korkea herra tahtoi tehd? h?nest? pilkkaa.
- "Saattaa niinkin olla" - tokaisi h?n vastaan, - "kyll?h?n se meid?n suku on hyvin vanha. Ja niinh?n ne kertovat ett? siihen aikaan, jolloin meid?n kanta-is? muutti Moskovaan, siell? asu muuan p?ssin-p??, melkein samanlainen kuin teid?n ylh?isyytenne, ja semmoisia p?ssinp??t? ei synny ei kuin yksi tuhanteen vuoteen."
Ylh?inen herra vimmastui, mutta Harlow se vaan p??t?ns? keikautti taakse p?in, ty?nsi leukansa eteen, ryk?si ja meni pois.
Kahden p?iv?n per?st? h?n tuli uudestaan. ?itini nuhtelemaan h?nt?.
- "Se oli vaan neuvoksi ja ojennukseksi h?nelle, hyv? rouva", keskeytti Harlow. "?l? lenn? umpisilmin, kysy ensin kenen kanssa sull' on tekemist?. Kovin on nuori viel? ja tarvitsee opetusta."
Virkamies oli melkein yhden ik?inen Harlow'in kanssa, mutta t?m? j?ttil?inen se piti kaikkia ihmisi? keskenkasvuisina. Kovin h?n todellakin luotti omaan itseens? eik? pelj?nnyt ei niin ket??n!
- "Kukas minulle mit? saa? L?ytyyk?s maailmassa ket??n semmoista ihmist??" kyseli h?n, ja ala sitten ?kki? nauramaan lyhytt?, mutta kajahtelevaa hohotusta.
The novel's protagonist is Fyodor Ivanych Lavretsky, a nobleman who shares many traits with Turgenev. The child of a distant, Anglophile father and a serf mother who dies when he is very young, Lavretsky is brought up at his family's country estate home by a severe maiden aunt, often thought to be based on Turgenev's own mother, who was known for her cruelty.
Sergeevich Turgenev was a major 19th century Russian novelist. His novel Fathers and Sons is his best-known work. The author has written a number of critical essays, plays, poems, and several novelettes. Virgin Soil is a classic of Russian literature published in 1877. Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev portrays educated young people who, under the influence of the Populist movement, renounce the life of their class to take on the dress and life of workers and peasants and conspire with them.
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"
"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him." Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack-until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her. But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale. For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares. When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken. Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged: ☽ That night wasn't an accident ☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift ☽ And now every Alpha-including her ex-husband-will fight to claim her Too bad she's done being owned. *** Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric. "You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine." A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you." "You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."
During Kiera's wedding, she and her sister plunged into the water. Stunned, she watched her fiancé yank only the sister to safety and walk off without a glance. Blazing with fury, Kiera married the stranger who pulled her from the water-a broke mechanic-and promised to provide for him, no matter the cost! Her ex sneered, "Dump him. Get back with me; my wife will still be you." Her scheming sister purred, "I'll keep your fiancé company. Enjoy your life with a mechanic." Kiera shut them down. "Leave us alone. We're good together." Then the twist hit: the "mechanic" was a secret billionaire! In front of the world, he knelt with a one-of-a-kind diamond. "My love, I'll cherish you for life."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What's worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn't thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn't seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he's different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
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