As always, I'm reading many books at the same time.

The Kreutzer Sonata; by Leo Tolstoy
I thought I'd breeze through this book in an hour or two, but it's taking me much longer. I forgot that none of Tolstoy's books are easy reading, heh. So no matter how short the story is, it's not going to be a quick read. (Doesn't help that I'm a slow reader.)

I'm not sure how I feel about the book so far. While I can't help but agree with the main character's narrative at times, there are a lot of things that just make me go 'huh..?', and in a rather angry way at that. I've a poor choice of words here, but he seems to be a feminist and a sexist at the same time, and it's a befuddling combination.

Flight of a Butterfly; Various
A small collection of hokku, read for JLC2. I had thought in vain, once more, that I'm going to go through this one fast, because seriously, how long can a 300+ page book with only three lines on each page take you? :P But it turns out that I stop after nearly every poem to contemplate on it for an hour. The biggest part of the book is taken up by Basho (works of whom I've finished reading already), and now there are just small "trial versions" for many other poets.

Maria Fedorovna's Diaries
It's one of the very painful books to read, at least for me. Truly, it's just a simple narrative of her days (1915 and beyond), and truly, I know what's about to happen most of the time (I'm not the best History student, but not knowing that would've put me to grave shame), but it doesn't make it any easier. Though, reading Nikolai's diary two years ago was much worse.

Labels: books, history, japanese literature challenge 2, memoirs, poetry, russia, russian

Евгений Онегин, Пушкин;
No really. :P Saying anything about EO or any other work of classic Russian literature is like talking about Pacman, but I wants to log everything I reads.

Лирика Пушкина;
Analysing and talking about poetry is such a kick in the shins for me, really. Purest pain. Most of Pushkin's poems seem to be so light-hearted, friendly (yes, friendly), and easy to understand -- and that's the hardest thing about them.

Горе от ума, Грибоедов;
Ouch, I think I sounded really angry when we were reading this in class. These little moments of my school life always come back to haunt me in my thoughts. I hate Literature. ;.;

Labels: poetry, russian, school