#ivan bunin

[mournfulroses]

Ivan Bunin, from a story titled "Mitya's Love," feature in Sunstroke: The Selected Stories of Ivan Bunin

[petaltexturedskies]

Ivan Bunin, It Was Near Midnight

[metamorphesque]

― Ivan Bunin, The Collected Stories

[text ID: In October I confessed my love for her, and she allowed me to kiss her.]

[katerobynmoments]

— Ivan Bunin

“If there is a future life and we meet in it, I will kneel there and kiss your feet for everything you have given me on earth.”

[vintagealbum2]

Счастлив я, когда ты голубые Очи подымаешь на меня: Светят в них надежды молодые – Небеса безоблачного дня.

Горько мне, когда ты, опуская Темные ресницы, замолчишь: Любишь ты, сама того не зная, И любовь застенчиво таишь.

Но всегда, везде и неизменно Близ тебя светла душа моя… Милый друг! О, будь благословенна Красота и молодость твоя!

Иван Бунин 1896

[virtuouslibertines69]

"That was all he wanted now–to convince her, to show her how ecstatically and miserably he loved her. What for? Why try to convince her? Why show her anything? He didn’t know, but this was more essential than his life." - Ivan Bunin, from The Collected Short Stories; “Sunstroke,” wr. c. 1931

[a-h-mad-hish]

"Again those glassy rose stars in the evening twilight looked like something from the bottom of the sea."

- Ivan Bunin (1870-1953), a diary note of June 2 / 15, 1919, Odessa, from “Cursed Days. A Diary Of Revolution”

[abatelunare]

- Tu vuoi fare il lupo, ed hai una coda da cagnolino. (Ivan Bunin, Il villaggio).