Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Voice Poems

  • 1.
    There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately fond of poetry, that if some weeks passed by without the appearance of any good new poems, they regarded such a poetic dearth as a public misfortune.

    They used at such times to put on their worst clothes, to sprinkle ashes on their heads; and, assembling in crowds in the public squares, to shed tears and bitterly to upbraid the muse who had deserted them.

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  • 2.
    I stood before a chain of beautiful mountains forming a semicircle. A young, green forest covered them from summit to base.

    Limpidly blue above them was the southern sky; on the heights the sunbeams rioted; below, half-hidden in the grass, swift brooks were babbling.

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  • 3.
    When I lived, many years ago, in Petersburg, every time I chanced to hire a sledge, I used to get into conversation with the driver.

    I was particularly fond of talking to the night drivers, poor peasants from the country round, who come to the capital with their little ochre-painted sledges and wretched nags, in the hope of earning food for themselves and rent for their masters.

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  • 4.
    I fancied I was somewhere in Russia, in the wilds, in a simple country house.

    The room big and low pitched with three windows; the walls whitewashed; no furniture. Before the house a barren plain; gradually sloping downwards, it stretches into the distance; a grey monotonous sky hangs over it, like the canopy of a bed.

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  • 5.
    I dreamed I had come into an immense underground temple with lofty arched roof. It was filled with a sort of underground uniform light.

    In the very middle of the temple sat a majestic woman in a flowing robe of green colour. Her head propped on her hand, she seemed buried in deep thought.

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  • 6.
    A prisoner, condemned to confinement for life, broke out of his prison and took to head-long flight.... After him, just on his heels flew his gaolers in pursuit.

    He ran with all his might.... His pursuers began to be left behind.

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  • 7.
    He had every qualification for becoming the scourge of his family.

    He was born healthy, was born wealthy, and throughout the whole of his long life, continuing to be wealthy and healthy, he never committed a single sin, never fell into a single error, never once made a slip or a blunder.

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  • 8.
    Near a large town, along the broad highroad walked an old sick man.

    He tottered as he went; his old wasted legs, halting, dragging, stumbling, moved painfully and feebly, as though they did not belong to him; his clothes hung in rags about him; his uncovered head drooped on his breast.... He was utterly worn-out.

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  • 9.
    It was a vision ...

    Two angels appeared to me ... two genii.

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Total 9 Voice Poems by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev

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