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Doctor Zhivago

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  • Евгения Десятоваciteerde uit4 jaar geleden
    He could remember a time in his early childhood when a large number of things were still known by his family name. There was a Zhivago factory, a Zhivago bank, Zhivago buildings, a Zhivago necktie pin, even a Zhivago cake which was a kind of baba au rhum, and at one time if you said "Zhivago" to your sleigh driver in Moscow, it was as if you had said: "Take me to Timbuctoo!" and he carried you off to a fairy-tale kingdom. You would find yourself transported to a vast, quiet park. Crows settled on the heavy branches of firs, scattering the hoarfrost; their cawing echoed and reechoed like crackling wood. Pure-bred dogs came running across the road out of the clearing from the recently constructed house. Farther on, lights appeared in the gathering dusk.

    And then suddenly all that was gone. They were poor.

    One day in the summer of 1903, Yura was driving across fields in a two-horse open carriage with his Uncle Nikolai. They were on their way to see Ivan Ivanovich Voskoboinikov, a teacher and author of popular textbooks, who lived at Duplyanka, the estate of Kologrivov, a silk manufacturer, and a great patron of the arts.

    It was the Feast of the Virgin of Kazan. The harvest was in full swing but, whether because of the feast or because of the midday break, there was not a soul in sight. The half-reaped fields under the glaring sun looked like the half-shorn heads of convicts. Birds were circling overhead. In the hot stillness the heavy-eared wheat stood straight. Neat sheaves rose above the stubble in the distance; if you stared at them long enough they seemed to move, walking along on the horizon like land surveyors taking notes.
  • meretalexadraeyerciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    CHAPTER NINE
    Varykino
    In the winter, when Yurii Andreievich had more time, he began a notebook. He wrote: "How often, last summer, I felt like saying with Tiutchev:
    'What a summer, what a summer!
    This is magic indeed.
    And how, I ask you, did it come
    Just like that, out of the blue?'
    What happiness, to work from dawn to dusk for your family and for yourself, to build a roof over
  • meretalexadraeyerciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    It was more than a year since Yurii Andreievich had been taken prisoner by the partisans. The limits of his freedom were very ill defined. The place of his captivity was not surrounded by walls; he was not under guard, and no one watched his movements. The partisan force was constantly on the move, and Yurii Andreievich moved with it. It did not remain apart from the local population through whose lands and settlements it passed; it
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    CHAPTER NINE
    Varykino
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    But we'd better stay in the background and keep quiet.
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    librarian at the public library.
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    Averkii Stepanovich Mikulitsyn."
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    Liberius came back as a lieutenant hero with three medals,
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    grippina, Avdotia, Glafira, and Serafima.
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    wenty-five years ago
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