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Refresh and try again. And he felt that now, he simply lacked the strength to look at that bed. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.

The inner band of his hat was soaked with sweat, his face was ablaze. And even in his longer works, Bunin displays little interest in exploring the psychology of his characters or creating detailed plots.

Feb 25, Amanda rated it it was amazing. And he was back in the room, just as easy and carefree. And the lieutenant marched back, head down, squinting from the light and focusing on his feet, wobbling, stumbling, spur catching on sunnstroke. Sep 01, Olga rated it it was amazing. The bbunin had gained too much speed, hitting the dimly lit landing with a soft thud, and they nearly fell on one another.

Crystal Beaman rated it really liked it Jan 29, No trivia or quizzes yet. The tail of a rope flew above their heads, they were carried back, and the water began to brew loudly, the gangplank rumbling.


Best known for his short novels The Village and Dry Valleyhis autobiographical novel The Life of Arseniev, the book of short stories Dark Avenues and his — diary Cursed Days, Bunin was a revered figure among anti-communist White emigres, European critics, and many of his fellow writers, who viewed him as a true heir to the tradition of realism in Russian literature established by Leo Tolstoy and Anton Chekhov.

Reading this story was like walking in a shallow, sunny beach, barefoot.

The lieutenant has grown up and feels more mature and confident. They rode uphill, a slight incline amidst sparse, crooked lamp posts, the road soft with dust—the ascent seemed infinite. He still remembered all of buunin, each tiny feature, remembered the smell of her tan and the cotton dress, her firm body, the lively sound of her voice, gay and free.

Hettlinger’s carefully crafted translations best capture Bunin’s essence, the play of sunsrtoke and dark that runs throughout his prose. The story can be viewed as a paradigm of his treatment of love, which though deeply felt is never lasting. But to escape it—he felt far too acutely—was impossible. But Bunin’s other stories are not to be missed.

Sunstroke: Selected Stories by Ivan Bunin

For a long time he looked at large portrait of some soldier with thick epaulettes, bulging eyes, a low forehead, astonishingly magnificent whiskers and a very broad chest completely covered with decorations.

The plots of Bunin’s stories are not necessarily original, but their force and animation never fail to surprise; a brief introduction by the translator serves to put sjnstroke writer in historical context. He returned to the hotel with pleasure and walked into the spacious, empty cafeteria on the bottom floor, took off his tunic with the same pleasure, and sat at the table in front of the open window, the heat poured in, bbunin at least there was a breeze, he ordered iced fish soup.


Graham Hettlinger Goodreads Author Translator. Where ever did you come from? There are many translations, but the last sentence is generally rendered as: It was too bizarre, unnatural, unbelievable!

Sunstroke: Selected Stories

Then, tormented by agonizing envy towards all of these unknown to him, non-suffering people, he started anxiously looking along the street. The lieutenant sat beneath an awning on the deck, feeling that he had aged ten years. May 11, Amaan Ahmad rated it liked it. My god these were good. Books by Ivan Bunin. And what can I do? The driver stopped by an illuminated lobby with an ancient wooden staircase rising steep behind its closed doors, an ancient unshaven porter in a frock and pink collared shirt begrudgingly taking their things and walking ahead ivzn them on his worn feet.