After a lot of seeing this book described as the heart wrenching, greatest love story literally everywhere, I took it up and read it finally. And I don't know how/what I feel. I can't quite place what is it that doesn't sit well with me but there's something about this book, this story, that doesn't make sense to me.
Sure I understood the meeting was a turning point for both of them. It was not that difficult to see that their lives and the perspective they had of their lives varied greatly with such little interaction with one another. But I felt like I couldn't actually connect with the story. Maybe the true meanings of the words and sentences got lost in translation, because I read the English translated version. Or maybe I just haven't enough brain cells developed to comprehend a profound love story 😭
I'm curious to know what other people thought of this book and what kind of feelings you had upon finishing or while reading this classic?
by yuukkii0
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The Russians are great in generation spanning stories about misery, family, cloth, loosing servants, less cloth, less eating and another shitload of misery. Some start without servants. Heartbreaking.
Or you could read Pushkin, pretty sure the Wodka was named after him or his imagination.
Most of their stories are shit but they found words for them that carried the stories and yes, a bad translation could kill it on the spot.