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  1. The Diary of a Superfluous Man (Russian: «Дневник лишнего человека», Dnevník líshnego chelovéka) is an 1850 novella by the Russian author Ivan Turgenev. It is written in the first person in the form of a diary by a man, Tchulkaturin, who, though only 31 years old, is dying of an unspecified illness and has ...

  2. 26 de abr. de 2009 · Tchulkaturin, the hero of Ivan Turgenev’s 1850 work, The Diary of a Superfluous Man, has just two weeks to live. Facing the prospect of his own mortality, Tchulkaturin decides to take stock of his feelings, thoughts, and beliefs about life and the world around him.

  3. 27 de oct. de 2012 · THE DIARY OF A SUPERFLUOUS MAN (1850) Hamlet of Ovétchi-Vódy, March 20, 18 . The doctor has just left me. At last I have obtained a categorical answer! Dodge as he might, he could not help saying what he thought, at last. Yes, I shall die soon, very soon.

  4. 1 de ene. de 2006 · The diary of a superfluous man -- A tour in the forest -- Yakov Pasinkov -- Andrei Kolosov -- A correspondence. Public domain in the USA. 135 downloads in the last 30 days. Project Gutenberg eBooks are always free! Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by volunteers.

  5. 27 de oct. de 2012 · Hapgood, Isabel Florence, 1850-1928. Title. The Diary of a Superfluous Man, and Other Stories. Contents. The diary of a superfluous man -- Three portraits -- Three meetings -- Mumú -- The inn. Credits. Produced by Jana Srna, Paul Clark and the Online Distributed.

  6. 17 de abr. de 2008 · The diary of a superfluous man : and other stories ; Fathers and children : Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich, 1818-1883 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive. by. Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich, 1818-1883; Hapgood, Isabel Florence, 1850-1928. Publication date. 1904. Publisher. Boston : Jefferson Press. Collection. cdl; americana.

  7. 2 de ene. de 2021 · I was a man, or perhaps I should say a fish, utterly superfluous in this world. And that I propose to show to-morrow, as I keep coughing to-day like an old sheep, and my nurse, Terentyevna, gives me no peace: 'Lie down, my good sir,' she says, 'and drink a little tea.'...