*E-PUB ⇝ Le notti bianche ☔ Ebook or Kindle ePUB free

Let me preface this review by announcing that I have never read anything that had put my thoughts and feelings as a dreamer so accurately as it has been put in this storyMy dear Fyodor gets it, he really does A dreamer is someone who shuts himself from the rest of the world and loses himself in his own mind and dreams His entire life has been like that That is pretty much how he lived his life, and he does not mind it, not at all, he in fact, likes it I am a dreamer I know so little of rea Let me preface this review by announcing that I have never read anything that had put my thoughts and feelings as a dreamer so accurately as it has been put in this storyMy dear Fyodor gets it, he really does A dreamer is someone who shuts himself from the rest of the world and loses himself in his own mind and dreams His entire life has been like that That is pretty much how he lived his life, and he does not mind it, not at all, he in fact, likes it I am a dreamer I know so little of real life that I just can t help re living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year I feel I know you so well that I couldn t have known you better if we d been friends for twenty years You won t fail me, will you Only two minutes, and you ve made me happy forever Yes, happy Who knows, perhaps you ve reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now A fresh dream fresh happiness A fresh rush of delicate, voluptuous poison What is real life to him To his corrupted eyes we live, you and I, Nastenka, so torpidly, slowly, insipidly in his eyes we are all so dissatisfied with our fate, so exhausted by our life And, truly, see how at first sight everything is cold, morose, as though ill humoured among us Poor things thinks our dreamer And it is no wonder that he thinks it Look at these magic phantasms, which so enchantingly, so whimsically, so carelessly and freely group before him in such a magic, animated picture, in which the most prominent figure in the foreground is of course himself, our dreamer, in his precious person But suddenly and quite unexpectedly, life throws something at the dreamer, and he is quite thrilled about it He starts to think that reality is not that bad after all that it all finally makes sense, that maybe he does not need not any, to make shelter from reality in his her dreams Reality for once, has become better Soon enough though, the cruel realization comes to him, he realizes it is not meant to last This whole thing was a mere interlude in his her endless world of dreams The dreamer is not bitter, nor s he is resentful S he accepts it This little interlude has made his her life In the end, you feel that your much vaunted, inexhaustible fantasy is growing tired, debilitated, exhausted, because you re bound to grow out of your old ideals they re smashed to splinters and turn to dust, and if you have no other life, you have no choice but to keep rebuilding your dreams from the splinters and dust But the heart longs for something different And it is vain to dig in the ashes of your old fancies, trying to find even a tiny spark to fan into a new flame that will warm the chilled heart and bring back to life everything that can send the blood rushing wildly through the body, fill the eyes with tears everything that can delude you so well At the end, it all boils down to this trice a single little moment of sober happiness My God, a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man s life I cannot express how much I absolutely loved and enjoyed reading this one, it definitely had become one of my all times favorites Highly recommended Well, at this moment, I m supposed to be reading Clockwork Angel because I don t want to be a judgmental snob and form an opinion without even reading the book Or this kind of book BUT, I found White Nights, lost on my bookshelves I think it was fate I don t usually believe in fate, even though I don t have any proof to disbelieve in it but also no faith to really believe in it, so I m sort of floating in the middle However, in this particular moment, I think fate spoke to me And oh my Well, at this moment, I m supposed to be reading Clockwork Angel because I don t want to be a judgmental snob and form an opinion without even reading the book Or this kind of book BUT, I found White Nights, lost on my bookshelves I think it was fate I don t usually believe in fate, even though I don t have any proof to disbelieve in it but also no faith to really believe in it, so I m sort of floating in the middle However, in this particular moment, I think fate spoke to me And oh my Dostoyevsky, what the hell are you doing to me Yes, addressing to a dead person, here But this man is always talking to my soul, wherever that thing is I can always relate to his narrators they re all so sociable and happy with no problems whatsoever or some of his other characters This author described human nature in such a unique way What a talent to explore the essence of people, from a psychological and philosophical point of view, including the social, political and religious context, of course He s the whole package White Nights is a novella told by an unnamed narrator who goes for a walk every day and knows everybody by sight he never talked to any of those people He even imagines conversations with St Petersburg s buildings That s how lonely he feels He s too shy to have any sort of human contact, so he just dreams about it Until he meets Nastenka, a lonely young girl with a painful story, and they become friends For the first time, talking to buildings guy had someone to spend time with, to talk about anything Anyway, this novel ends in such a way that shows you what a pure soul this lonely man had A truly unselfish ending I even forgot the fact that this man seemed too damn needy I personally don t like a person that desperate for some human contact You can be desperate, but don t show it that much don t expose yourself that much, because most of the times, the other person doesn t deserve it And you let it all out, you share your story and let them see your heart, for nothing And that might be the cheesiest thing I ever wrote, but it is true.Despite all that, I loved it If you know what it s like to live in a love hate relationship with solitude and to have this one single moment of true happiness repeating itself in your mind, night after night, then you will love it too.Dostoyevsky had an exceptionally brilliant way to describe his characters, their inner processes, feelings, thoughts, and if you can relate to any of them, or find them remotely familiar, well my friend, you re stuck with them You won t forget those people Ever Lucky us Note Yeah, I never finished Clockwork Angel Apr, 2014 Also on my blog Loneliness We ve all been there Some of us may still be there but My God, a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of man s life White Nights is a melancholy trip It is an elegy of solitude White nights Sad days A strange anguish had tormented me since early morning I suddenly had the impression that I had been left all alone, that everyone was shrinking away from me, avoiding me.Returning home after purposelessly wandering the streets, the protagonist a hopeless dreamer unexpectedly encounters an unhappy crying girl and trying to comfort her, he sees her home And he tells her about his life And his life story i White Nights is a melancholy trip It is an elegy of solitude White nights Sad days A strange anguish had tormented me since early morning I suddenly had the impression that I had been left all alone, that everyone was shrinking away from me, avoiding me.Returning home after purposelessly wandering the streets, the protagonist a hopeless dreamer unexpectedly encounters an unhappy crying girl and trying to comfort her, he sees her home And he tells her about his life And his life story is the story of his dreaming because he knows nothing else There are, my dear Nastenka, in case you don t know, some rather strange corners in Petersburg It s as if the sun that warms the rest of the city never shines on them, and instead another sun, especially designed for them, supplies them with a different light In those corners, Nastenka, a life goes on quite unlike the one seething around us, a life that is possible in some far away dreamland but certainly not here in our over serious time That life is a mixture of something out of pure fantasy ardently idealistic, with, alas, something bleak and dull and ordinary, not to say outright vulgar And she recounts him her naive life story too And, of course, the dreamer falls in love And, of course, his love is doomed Or was the entire accidental encounter just another dreamer s fantasy And how effortlessly, how naturally the dreamer s world of fantasy springs up It looks so real and not at all like a mirage In fact, sometimes he almost believes that his dream life is no figment of the imagination, no self deception, no delusion, but something real, actual, existing Dreamers don t need reality They live in their dreams All of a sudden it seemed to me as though I, the solitary one, had been forsaken by the whole world, and that the whole world would have nothing to do with me No doubt that at some point in our lives, each of us can relate to the sentiment expressed by the narrator of Dostoyevsky s short story, White Nights A lonely soul, a young man, wanders the streets of St Petersburg musing over a city left emptied as the crowds flee to the countryside for their holidays He, of course, has not receivedAll of a sudden it seemed to me as though I, the solitary one, had been forsaken by the whole world, and that the whole world would have nothing to do with me No doubt that at some point in our lives, each of us can relate to the sentiment expressed by the narrator of Dostoyevsky s short story, White Nights A lonely soul, a young man, wanders the streets of St Petersburg musing over a city left emptied as the crowds flee to the countryside for their holidays He, of course, has not received an invite to escape with the masses Despite the fact that he makes it a habit to study the faces and emotions of others, not one person really knows or understands him He is left behind as always He is a dreamer and finds solace in his fantasies I imagine the white nights of midsummer, when the sun continues to shine well into the night in the northern latitudes, make one feel evenacutely the pain of being alone, as his or her solitary figure is illuminated evenglaringly by the seemingly everlasting brilliance.One night, however, becomes different from all others as the narrator embarks on an adventure of sorts by saving a solitary young woman from pursuit by a drunken gentleman A friendship strikes up as the two share their stories with one another The young man is thankful for the newly discovered companionship and proclaimsOh, bless you, bless you a thousand times, my dear, for not having turned away from me at first, for making it possible for me to say that for at least two evenings in my life I have really livedThe story is quite compelling, and certainly one that is very relatable Loneliness and unrequited love are indeed universal experiences What I love about reading Dostoyevsky is how penetrating his observance of human emotion However, at times I find his writing to be overly sentimental, as is the case here I don t like my romance with too much syrup In fact, I mof a light, whipped cream kind of gal, forget the syrup altogether I think this is a great place to start if one would like to try reading this author, before jumping into one of his rather weighty tomes It will give you a nice feel for his style, although from what I understand this is one of his earliest works According to the notes in my copy Dostoevsky was to re write this story in his true manner of creative artist and thinker seventeen years later under the title Notes from the Underground I believe I have a copy of that title as well, so I think it would be interesting to make a comparison of the two pieces There is a sea of emotions raging beneath what seems to be Fyodor Dostoyevsky s uncomplicated story White Nights It talks about dreams, loneliness, failure, chance love, chivalry, and tears How can a soul escape from a life of loneliness and unhappiness At moments of absolute despair, dreaming may seem the only way to survive I know and can truthfully testify to that because I am a dreamer myself The unnamed narrator of Dostoyevsky s love story comes to tell us of his solitude and pain He There is a sea of emotions raging beneath what seems to be Fyodor Dostoyevsky s uncomplicated story White Nights It talks about dreams, loneliness, failure, chance love, chivalry, and tears How can a soul escape from a life of loneliness and unhappiness At moments of absolute despair, dreaming may seem the only way to survive I know and can truthfully testify to that because I am a dreamer myself The unnamed narrator of Dostoyevsky s love story comes to tell us of his solitude and pain He begins talking to himself about how is being abandoned in Petersburg by everybody who is leaving for the summerWhether I walked in the Nevsky, went to the Gardens or sauntered on the embankment, there was not one face of those I had been accustomed to meet at the same time and place all the year They, of course, do not know me, but I know them I know them intimately, I have almost made a study of their faces, and am delighted when they are gay, and downcast when they are under a cloud He has no friends, he is unknown with no connections, and we only hear him when he talks about his city that he seems to know so wellI know the houses too As I walk along they seem to run forward in the streets to look out at me from every window, and almost to say Good morning How do you do I am quite well, thank God, and I am to have a new storey in May, or, How are you I am being redecorated to morrow or, I was almost burnt down and had such a fright, and so on Thus, how else could he escape this life that entangles him within the city but denies him the comfort of human connections Only dreaming of a life where he would correct everything that is wrong with his lifeI am a dreamer I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a whole year He dreams of friends and soul mates and all that is possible if only it were all true Could a chance encounter with a distressed lady bring him forth all his heartfelt desires Could he live out his dream or must they simply remain only dreamsMay your sky be clear, may your sweet smile be bright and untroubled, and may you be blessed for that moment of blissful happiness which you gave to another, lonely and grateful heart My God, a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man s lifeWhat else could Dostoyevsky create for our enigmatic dreamer but a whimsical encounter that will lead him to moments of bliss but nevertheless will throw him again in his solitary life despairing over his unrequited love He tells us about this dreamer, that represent each of us in our moments of anguish and melancholy Who has not escape so, running away from what we cannot solve Perhaps I have the soul of a poet, but I understand our unknown protagonist and fell for him reading Dostoyevsky s breathtaking beautiful prose We only have to remember to come back to our mundane life and leave those marvelous moments of fantasy and not brush aside reality altogether as the author s hero seems to have done Otherwise, we risk loneliness greater than we faced before wrapping ourselves in a shroud as if it were death itselfI don t know why I suddenly pictured my room grown old like Matrona The walls and the floors looked discoloured, everything seemed dingy the spiders webs were thicker than ever I don t know why, but when I looked out of the window it seemed to me that the house opposite had grown old and dingy too, that the stucco on the columns was peeling off and crumbling, that the cornices were cracked and blackened White Nights is an emotional story narrated by an unknown narrator, who is the protagonist He tells his story of loneliness and unrequited love The story deals with four nights and a day of his life in which he speaks of how his lonely life was changed forever by the meeting of a young woman and falling in love with her The love remains unrequited as the young woman is already in love with another, but he is not angry nor he is in despair when he says may you be forever blessed for that mom White Nights is an emotional story narrated by an unknown narrator, who is the protagonist He tells his story of loneliness and unrequited love The story deals with four nights and a day of his life in which he speaks of how his lonely life was changed forever by the meeting of a young woman and falling in love with her The love remains unrequited as the young woman is already in love with another, but he is not angry nor he is in despair when he says may you be forever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart My God, a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man s life Although the story is simply about a young man s loneliness and unrequited love, what is really amazing is the way his emotions and emotional struggle is described so masterfully by Dostoyevsky This sentimental story from the diary of a dreamer talks about a life of a loner, how he immersed in his imaginary and dream world to avoid the harsh reality of his loneliness how his life is changed from dream to reality with the meeting of a young woman, as he falls in love and feels there is a dear heart who cares for him and that he is no longer alone and how, when his love was not returned by the young woman, once again turn to a dream world from reality where he finds consolation in the moment of happiness he experienced as being enough to sustain for his whole life The entire writing is superbly done that the reader feels that Dostoyevsky is telling your own story I believe, all the youth, irrespective of time, country, and culture, go through similar emotional stages that this young man in the story goes through For this reason, the story feels so close to the reader s heart There is absolutely no word to describe the brilliance of Dostoyevsky His perceptions, his vision, and his mastery in crafting his thoughts into beautifully written prose have made his undoubtedly the best Russian author of all time The second reading took me through the same emotional journey This is one of the very few books that have made me so emotionally moved Dostoevsky s writing is magical He talks straight to your heart His power in writing so beautiful and emotional stories that will so connect with the readers is his extraordinary gift That is why Dostoevsky is so loved and revered even today *E-PUB ⇸ Le notti bianche ↡ White Nights, is a short story by Fyodor Dostoevsky that was published inSet in St Petersburg, this is the story of a young man fighting his inner restlessness A light and tender narrative, it delves into the torment and guilt of unrequited love Both protagonists suffer from a deep sense of alienation that initially brings them together A blend of romanticism and realism, the story appeals gently to the senses and feelings Telecommunication Systems is a short story by Fyodor Dostoevsky that was published inSet in St Petersburg The Poams this is the story of a young man fighting his inner restlessness A light and tender narrative Archetypes of Thought it delves into the torment and guilt of unrequited love Both protagonists suffer from a deep sense of alienation that initially brings them together A blend of romanticism and realism Virgin Exotica the story appeals gently to the senses and feelings The novella is subtitled as A sentimental story from the diary of a dreamer I like to look at it as a portrait of the artist as a young man one of his early pieces that is a little overloaded with melodrama and tends to be overshadowed by later heavyweights like Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov and The Idiot My infatuation with White Nights comes by way of Italy and through the vision of Luchino Visconti, who adaptaded the story for the silver screen As St Petersburg is some The novella is subtitled as A sentimental story from the diary of a dreamer I like to look at it as a portrait of the artist as a young man one of his early pieces that is a little overloaded with melodrama and tends to be overshadowed by later heavyweights like Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov and The Idiot My infatuation with White Nights comes by way of Italy and through the vision of Luchino Visconti, who adaptaded the story for the silver screen As St Petersburg is sometimes called the Venice of the North among others like Oslo, Amsterdam or Brugges , it is probably fitting that the Italian film maker choose Venice as the backdrop of the romanceI must have seen this movie at least ten times, before going to the source material and falling under its spell all over again I think this is probably one of the most romantic stories written about falling in love for the first time and having your heart broken for the first time, touching with the author s characteristic keen insight on something fundamental about our efforts to go out of our shells and connect with another human being I didn t know until looking up the wikipedia article that Visconti is not the only one to be inspired by this story,than 150 years old, yet still with a contemporary timeless vibe in terms of boy meets girl events the novella has been filmed ten times around the globe, and probably will be adapted again, with new backgrounds and new costumes, but with the same passion.The are few portraits of Dostoyevsky as a young man, most of them are of an elderly, bearded and frowning gentleman, contemplating complex and torturous thoughts In one of the few references to his school daysseveral people described him as a pale, introverted dreamer and an over excitable romanticsource wikipedia This is exactly how I would describe the unnamed first person narrator of White Nights, pointing to an autobiographical inspiration for the storyIt was a wonderful night, such a night as it is only possible when we are young, dear reader The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at it, one could not help asking oneself whether ill humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky This is a youthful question too, dear reader, very youthful, but may the lord put itfrequently into your heart It is springtime in Petersburg, and our hero is restlessly and aimlessly walking through the streets of the city not unlike the lonely hunters of Carson McCullers , absorbing sights and sounds and smells that he can only keep bottled inside in the absence of anybody to share his feelings His steps lead him out of the city, among fields and canals and forestsIt was as though I had suddenly found myself in Italy, so strong was the effect of nature upon a half sick townsman like me, almost stifling between city walls I walked along singing, for when I am happy I am always humming to myself like every happy man who has no friend or acquaintance with whom to share his joy Suddenly I had a most unexpected adventure There she is, alone on a bridge by the Neva embankment, as the night descents over the city a young girl alone and in distress The poor boy s heart doesn t stand a chance, he falls for her like a ton of bricks They continue to meet, only at night, and tell each other their life stories.He is a self confessed loner and dreamerI have lived, as they say, keeping myself to myself, that is, utterly alone alone, entirely alone Do you know what it means to be aloneBut with this new audience the words jump out of him as if a dam had burst and all the pent up emotion must get out in a single paasionate outburst Much as I would like to, I couldn t quote his whole speech as it goes on for page after page, but I recognized both the feeling and the sudden enthusiasm from my own sleepless nights beside a new girlAnd we did not know what to say we laughed, we wept, we said thousands of things meaningless and incoherent at one moment we walked along the pavement, then suddenly turned back and crossed the road then we stopped and went back again to the embankment we were like children One of the interesting aspects of the two accounts is how similar they are, both loners, yet each tale is individualy suited to their personalities The boy falls in love first with the idea of being in love, before he even meets the girl of his dreams His love is a product of his imagination, having little to do with the real world he inhabits Nastenka is for him a dream made flesh by a miraculous and lucky chance encounter It feels almost like any girl would have been adequate to his needs, long as she was willing to accept his devotionAnd you know this fantastic world of fairyland is so easily, so naturally created As though it were not a delusion Why is it that whole sleepless nights pass like a flash in inexhaustible gladness and happiness, and when the dawn gleams rosy at the window and daybreak floods the gloomy room with uncertain, fantastic light, as in Petersburg, our dreamer, worn out and exhausted, flings himself on his bed and drops asleep with thrills of delight in his morbidly overwrought spirit, and with a weary sweet ache in his heart The girl, Nastenka, is also ready for love, wearing her heart out on her sleeve But her story, enchanting and delicate and filled with longing as it may be, is muchcoherent and focused on practicalities Alas, somebody else has awakened these tender feelings in her life, and our narrator pretty soon discovers how it feels to be put firmly in the friendzone Yeah, I know Girls have an infallible instinct for dangling you on their little fingers like a marionette, neither going all in, nor letting you off the hook But for the moment, a brief moment, it seems possible these two youths might make it from illicit night encounters to full daylight blissBut how fine joy and happiness makes anyone How brimming over with love the heart is One seems longing to pour out one s whole heart one wants everything to be gay, everything to be laughing And how infectious that joy is Like a seesaw or a rollercoaster ride, the romantic soul knows not of the tranquil, even tempered journeys into domestic bliss It oscillates between extremes of happiness and depression that leaves the owner exhausted, spent out, marooned back on his fortress of solitude The best passages in the novella are saved for last, and are adressed directly to the readers, urging us to seize the day and make hay while we re youngWhere have you buried your best days Have you lived or not Look, one says to oneself, look how cold the world is growing Someyears will pass, and after them will come gloomy solitude then will come old age trembling on its crutch, and after it misery and desolation Your fantastic world will grow pale, your dreams will fade and die and will fall like the yellow leaves from the trees One of the all time favorite quotes on Goodreads is by Dr Seuss Don t cry because it s over, smile because it happened Dostoyevsky finishes the novella with an early variant of the same feeling, tempered by some of his Slav gloominessMay your sky be clear, may your sweet smile be bright and untroubled, and may you be blessed for that moment of blissful happiness which you gave to another, lonely and grateful heart My God, a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man s life The answer, my friends, is blowin in the wind sorry, maybe inappropriate, but I couldn t resist the impulse I would recommend this story to any reader who is shy about embarking on one of the big novels of Dostoyevsky, asaccessible, yet very beautifully written, with some of the almost violent intensity of emotion and astute psychological observations that are his trademark I don t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking You seldom come across a book that speaks to you I ve come to believe that White Nights is one of Dostoevsky soptimistic works when compared to others, which I ve tried avoiding frantically after my galling experience of reading The Idiot.In this story, the main character is a lonely but hopeful human who undergoes the pain of unrequited love If it d been someone else in place of Nastenka, you d have easily loathed her for so I don t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking You seldom come across a book that speaks to you I ve come to believe that White Nights is one of Dostoevsky soptimistic works when compared to others, which I ve tried avoiding frantically after my galling experience of reading The Idiot.In this story, the main character is a lonely but hopeful human who undergoes the pain of unrequited love If it d been someone else in place of Nastenka, you d have easily loathed her for so cruelly crushing our hero s heart but since it s her, you can t actually hate on her because you know where she is coming from and why she had to turn down his feelings And I think Dostoevsky made the right choice to write it as a short story rather than a novella, the length gives a hopeful purpose to each character s goals.If you want to read a love story that makes you hopeful even if it leaves you scarred, then this story may be just the thing for you You may end up with mixed emotions tears, smile, and sanguineness