By Leo Tolstoy
Tolstoy produced many drafts of Anna Karenina. Crafting and recrafting every one sentence with cautious cause, he was once something yet informal in his use of language. His venture, translator Marian Schwartz observes, “was to bend language to his will, as an software of his aesthetic and ethical convictions." In her brilliant new translation, Schwartz embraces Tolstoy's strange style—she is the 1st English language translator ever to take action. earlier translations have departed from Tolstoy's unique, “correcting" meant error and infelicities. yet Schwartz makes use of repetition the place Tolstoy does, wields a really appropriate cliché while he does, and strips down descriptive passages as he does, re-creating his variety in English with mind's eye and skill.
Tolstoy's romantic Anna, long-suffering Karenin, rushing Vronsky, and dozens in their family, acquaintances, and acquaintances are one of the so much shiny characters in global literature. within the thought-provoking advent to this quantity, Gary Saul Morson presents strange insights into those characters, exploring what they exhibit approximately Tolstoy's radical conclusions on romantic love, highbrow dishonesty, the character of happiness, the process precise evil, and extra. For readers at each stage—from scholars first encountering Anna to literary pros revisiting the novel—this quantity will stand because the English reader's transparent first selection.
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I perceived the yellow beaks, the bulging eyelids of two tiny larks, and the blue lines of their wing quills. The indefinite movement was the swift rise and fall of the brown fledged backs, over which waved long strands of fine down. The two little specks of birds lay side by side, beak to beak, their tiny bodies rising and falling in quick unison. I gently put down my fingers to touch them; they were warm; gratifying to find them warm, in the midst of so much cold and wet. I became curiously absorbed in them, as an eddy of wind stirred the strands of down.
They were lying deeper in the wood, where the fern was highest. He did not reply, for it was pleasant to lie stretched thus and to gaze up through bracken fronds at the distant treetops and the pale blue sky, and feel the exquisite pleasure fade. " Propped on his elbows, the young man looked down anxiously. All his roughness and pertness had gone, and he only wanted to know whether he had been a success. "Yes ... " "Lovely? " He beamed, prodding gently with his stomach. " Conway guessed that he was vain, the better sort often are, and laid on the flattery thick to please him, praised his comeliness, his thrusting thrashing strength; there was plenty to praise.
He began to play with the dog, and directly they were rolling on the fine turf, the laughing, expostulating, naked man and the excited dog, who thrust his great head onto the man's face, licking, and, when flung away, rushed forward again, snapping playfully at the naked arms and breasts. At last George lay back, laughing and panting, holding Trip by the two forefeet, which were planted on his breast, while the dog, also panting, reached forward his head for a flickering lick at the throat pressed back on the grass, and the mouth thrown back out of reach.
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy