Ramblings from a rednecks diary Essay

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Ramblings from a rednecks diary





Ramblings from a Rednecks Diary

Not since I was three have I been affected by a book this much. When I was a toddler The
Berenstein Bears had the influence to make me cry from sadness and scream from fear. In
reality I did not actually scream or cry after reading this book, but I was extremely
close. In “Bezhin Lea” I was frightened for Pavlusha when he ran off after
the dogs, and I felt real fear when the boys began telling fables of the surrounding
areas. In “Meeting” the girl was so tearful that the urge to jump into the
book and comfort her almost overcame me, and never had I wanted to see something bad
happen to a person as I did to the bailiff in the “Bailiff.” My feelings
regarding serfs had never been put on such a personal level.

Sketches from a Hunter’s Album changed my perspective about serfs and peasants
intensely. I do not think his book would have as much impact if it was not for his
intense physical and emotional projections of serfs that Turgenev conveys for the reader.
Every time a new character is introduced he stops to completely acquaint the reader with
the person as much as he is acquainted with the person. Since I truly learned about
serfdom, peasantry, and slavery, it has been common for me to generalize them by the
statement, “they suffered,” or “they were stupid.” After reading
just a few sketches, I realized that the serfs are actually human. They are not stupid
animals to be pushed around and taken advantage of by their “masters“.

It was evident in the first sketch, “Khor and Kalinych,” that Khor was an
intelligent and industrious man, but yet he was only a serf. He had been smart enough to
find a way to make money for himself and to afford a pretty heavy rent imposed by his
owner. He had enough money but if he actually bought his freedom he would be a small fish
in a big pond, but as long as he was serf and rented his own land he was living large. He
had his family, his health, and enough to keep everyone happy.

It was also evident by this sketch and another “Lgov” that if a serf had
education or intelligence he was able to maintain a certain amount of piece and happiness.
Vladmir from “Lgov” was a ladies man and he had a pretty easy life with an
occupation of guiding people while they hunted. He was missing his chin and a forefinger,
but he still was able to maintain a happy lifestyle due to his small education and his
intelligence.

I was also impressed with the deeply poetic writings about nature and his straightforward
description of serfs and there life. During a conversation with a fellow Turgenev reader,
I pointed out the quality of his descriptions and his poetic ability to show nature, but I
was disconcerted with Turgenev’s usual nature of ending of a sketch with “I
moved on the next day” or “and then I was called away.” The fellow
student (Jake) remarked, “I think he does that to make a point. The whole story and
life of peasants is depressing so he doesn’t want to dwell on it.” This
remark impressed me immensely, because so many times Turgenev has described the undeniable
beauty of nature and the peasants, but he is often disgusted with the muddy roads or the
way serfs are treated. I began to wonder and think on this by myself. It took me awhile
but I finally figured out the reason Turgenev hunted. His only enjoyment seemed to be in
nature and in meeting new people, this is why he devoted so many years of his life to
wandering the Russian countryside. His love of nature is evident in his writing because
Turgenev begins almost every sketch with a description of the sky, the fields, or the
trees. A good example is the beginning of his sketch “Bezhin Lea:

It was a beautiful July day, one of those days which occurs only when the weather has
been unchanged for a long time. From early morning the sky is clear

and the sun does not so much flare up like a fire as spread like a mild pinkness. The
sun - not fiery, not molten, as it is during a period of torrid drought, not murkily
as it is before

a storm, but bright and invitingly radiant - peacefully drifts up beneath a long, thin cloud,
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