#eugen onegin

[natalie-waite]

Zdena Studenková and Dušan Jamrich in Eugen Onegin (1979) dir. Marta Gogálová

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

What did I read this year so far:

Harrow the Ninth

I don't know what is going on and I love it. Seriously, this book is such a trip!

Cannot wait to reread it with the perspective, because nothing, nothing is as it seems

Rise of the Isle of the Lost

Yeah, I'm here for Sea Three and Lonnie

Fuck Mal and especially her time magic

„Discuss?“ Harry asked innocently, „Is that the word for tying someone up and threatening them with my hook?“ Uma smirked: „Don't worry, Harry, you will have your fun.“

These idiots are in love, your honour.

CJ Hook's Treasure Chase

CJ is my chaos gremlin child and I love her

And as everything Descendants, it's fun until you stop and think about the implications for a minute. Then it's depressing.

Cemetery Boys

Idk, fun read? Spanish vocabulary in the back of the book would be appreciated though.

Also, how does one pronounce "brujx"?

Jane Eyre

No more, please and thank you. I read this first when I was like, thirteen. I didn't think it could get worse. It did.

And Jane? Go touch some grass.

Eugen Onegin

There is no plot and I hate it.

Also, someone tore out Tatiana's letter to Onegin from the library book I was borrowing.

One Last Stop

Ok, turns out I have two favourite [romantic] relationship dynamics to read. One of them is "slightly feral lesbians with dubious relationship with death"

Saturnin

Not bad for a book from first Republic. Actually, no, Saturnin is awesome and national treasure. Both the book and the character.

Also, yes, I do like these chaos-prone characters a normal amount.

The Galaxy and the Ground Within

There is no plot and I love it

Also, it's fascinating seeing the differences between English and the translation I read. For example, there is one character that uses pronouns xe/xir (at least I think so), while the translation used it/its: neopronouns do not work in my language, this is as close as one can get. Also, a child (said character is a child of its species) is grammatically a neutrum, so there is that.

The existential horror of cheese

The Taming of the Shrew

Didn't they say comedies are supposed to have a happy ending?

The Poppy War

I actually forgot I read this-

But it has insane magic system and actual war with not so much romance, so of course I read it.

„Well, fuck the heavenly order of things.“

And of course, too many fanfictions to count-

[lliftedup]

Round three give it up for round three

[klimbims]

Leonid Sobinov as Lensky | Леонид Собинов - Ленский by Olga

[pi-flute]

Eugen Onegin Tschaikowsky 22.2.2018

It was great though I felt uncomfortable the entire night tge mezzo was awesome!

[bluestblau]

blumen, liebe, ländlichkeit, müßiggang,

felder! euch bin ich mit ganzem herzen ergeben.

den unterschied zwischen onegin und mir

stelle ich immer gerne heraus,

damit ein spöttischer leser

oder irgendein herausgeber

eines raffinierten pasquill,

wenn er meine charakterzühe zusammenstellt,

nachher nicht schamlos wiederholt,

ich hätte hier mein eigenes porträt zusammengeschmiert,

so wie byron, der dichter des stolzes;

als ob es für uns ein ding der unmöglichkeit wäre,

über eine fremde person ein poem zu schreiben,

als ob wir das nur über uns selbst könnten.

Puschkin; Eugen Onegin

1. Kapitel LVI

[bluestblau]

zwei tage waren für ihn

die einsamen felder,

die kühle des dunklen eichenwaldes,

das rieseln des stillen bachs etwas neues;

am dritten tag interessierten ihn

hain, hügel und aue nicht mehr;

dann machten sie ihn nur noch schläfrig;

endlich wurde es ihm völlig klar,

dass auf dem dorf dieselbe langeweile herrshct,

wenn es hier auch keine strassen und paläste,

keine karten, bälle und verse gab.

Puschkin; Eugen Onegin

1. kapitel, LIV

[bluestblau]

wer gelebt und gedacht hat, der wird nicht

anders können, als in seiner seele die menschen zu verachten;

wer je gefühlt hat, den beunruhigt

das gespenst unwiederbringlicher tage,

über den hat kein zauber mehr macht -

die schlange der erinnerung quält ihn,

die reue nagt an ihm.

Puschkin; Eugen Onegin

1. Kapitel, XLVI