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There is no explanation.Written eight years after the publication of Anna Karenina—a time during which, despite the global success of his novels, Leo Tolstoy renounced fiction in favor of religious and philosophical tracts—The Death of Ivan Ilych represents perhaps the most keenly realized melding of Tolstoy’s spirituality with his artistic skills.Here in a vibrant new traThere is no explanation.Written eight years after the publication of Anna Karenina—a time during which, despite the global success of his novels, Leo Tolstoy renounced fiction in favor of religious and philosophical tracts—The Death of Ivan Ilych represents perhaps the most keenly realized melding of Tolstoy’s spirituality with his artistic skills.Here in a vibrant new translation, the tale of a judge who slowly comes to understand that his illness is fatal was inspired by Tolstoy’s observation at his local train station of hundreds of shackled prisoners being sent off to Siberia, many for petty crimes. When he learned that the sentencing judge had died, Tolstoy was roused to consider the judge’s thoughts during his final days—a study on the acceptance of mortality only deepened by the death, during its writing, of one of Tolstoy’s own young children.The final result is a magisterial story, both chilling and beguiling in the fullness of its empathy, its quotidian detail, and the beauty of its prose, and is, as many have claimed it to be, one of the most moving novellas ever written.The Art of The Novella SeriesToo short to be a novel, too long to be a short story, the novella is generally unrecognized by academics and publishers. Nonetheless, it is a form beloved and practiced by literature's greatest writers. In the Art Of The Novella series, Melville House celebrates this renegade art form and its practitioners with titles that are, in many instances, presented in book form for the first time....

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The Death of Ivan Ilych Reviews

  • Jenn(ifer)
    2019-04-22 21:49

    "“Death is over," he said to himself. "There is no more death.”When I picked this book up at a library book sale, I did so without expectation that I would actually enjoy reading it. See, I had mistakenly given up on the masters of Russian literature due to the struggles I had reading a particular novel (I’m looking at you Brothers Karamazov!), assuming they were all inaccessible and there was no point in expending anymore energy trying to make sense of books with characters that go by 3 different names and waaaaaaah the end.THIS book! Not at all inaccessible. Masterful in its brevity. Concise and relevant and beautifully written. Pay close attention. Blink and you’ll miss it.I don’t have the words. Tolstoy sets up the story expertly. Ivan Ilyich is a decent man. He has all of the trappings of a “successful life”: respectable family, respectable job, respectable home. He is by all intents and purposes content with his position in life. But has he truly lived?Tolstoy describes Ivan Ilyich’s failing health in such a way that the reader can almost FEEL what it was like for him. The gnawing ache in his side, the pain… unrelenting, demoralizing… every simple facet of existence plagued by torturous, insufferable, incurable pain. It’s agonizing. He cannot escape it. And then there’s his wife! She becomes like the walking, breathing embodiment of this pain. He can’t stand the sight of her, the sound of her, the smell of her. We get the briefest of glimpses of what it must be like for a man on the brink of death. He feels he is a burden; he believes everyone is just waiting for him to die. He doesn’t want to have to rely on anyone to help alleviate his suffering. He struggles with existence, with god… “why me? why is this happening to me!” But then in the end, he finds what we all hope to find. He finds peace. He finds that this is not the end of life, but the end of death.Well, Leo, I think you've found yourself a new fan.

  • Dolors
    2019-04-07 15:02

    Today I turned the last page of Banville’s Eclipse and was literally hit by the profundity of a book that surreptitiously echoes the mastery of the classic tragedies. My pupils dilated until they watered when I bumped into this paragraph:“As a boy I knew the stars, and loved to speak their names over to myself, in celestial litany, Venus, Betelgeuse, Aldebaran, the Bears, great and lesser. How I loved the coldness of those lights, their purity, their remoteness from us and all we do and all that befalls us. Where they are is where the dead live.”And you might be wondering what on earth Banville and Tolstoy have in common. My unscholarly response is that they are both masters of exploring the most recondite crevices of the human mind and the existential angst that is inherent in its nature; they describe the undescribable, recreate death and grief unflinchingly and make the reader be racked in pain by both. And so following the thread of my pensive mood I remembered the unfinished review of Tolstoy’s novella that I have been meaning to revise for months on end unsuccessfully, not finding the appropriate words, not feeling satisfied with what I had written, which I enclose below:*****Do we really know what death entails?Is the life we lead worthy of being lived?Do we appreciate the gift of existence?Tolstoy stares back with blank countenance and pens a sobering story stripped of artifice in response to those unanswerable questions.“The Death of Ivan Ilych” confronts the reader with his own mortality. A civil servant in the high ranks of the Czarist Administration in the nineteenth-century Russia ponders about the arbitrary system of rules that have dictated his life when the threat of death puts an unwanted emphasis on how he should have lived. Dragged away by the currents of a set of conventions accepted without further enquiry and spurred by an eagerness to climb up the social ladder, Ivan’s soul has undergone the same process of bureaucratization than his professional career. A prominent citizen, he has married well, he has established contact with the influential members of his class and accumulated a vast list of superfluous achievements when death knocks on his door. Either in nemesis or in randomness, fated or chanced, nature is unveiled as capricious, unbridled and inscrutable, and man’s pursuit of transcendence clashes with the finitude of his banal existence. At first, Ivan faces his impending death with disbelief, then denial settles in only to be swamped with an overpowering disconsolation at his own disintegration while the world keeps on turning without him being part of it. His family and closest friends regard him with superficial sympathy and remain indifferent and detached from his suffering. As Ivan’s flesh withers with decay and stinks of sickness showing unmistakable signs of its transience, his mind is reignited and a reverse process takes place on his soul. Ivan looks death in the eye with more frustration than fear, dumbfounded that his life might be reduced to a trivial list of actions performed by an absurd sense of duty making of his time in this world even less than an anecdote. Tolstoy presents a magisterial reflection on mankind’s incapacity to plow a satisfactory path to a dignified death and throws back his own vulnerability at the reader in the form of an omniscient narrator that chronicles the mundane yet gruesome death of a man. The dilemma he contemplates goes beyond the realms of religion, philosophy or fiction, for the physical agony, the ruthless demise of body and mind is described in painful detail infusing the story with perturbing realism. Despite the heartfelt compassion that Ivan perceives in his son’s glance, as the young, untainted boy takes his lifeless hand, Death places her cold, blindfolded kiss and presses her finger upon the man’s lips, sealing them forever, and I, uninvited outsider, shaken and teary, get a sour taste of what dying feels like.******I had meant to polish the review; retrieve some sentences, rephrase others, perhaps add some quotes... It's highly probable that I would have never published it, but Banville’s masterpiece made me realize that there are some things that mere words can’t convey, the touch of a virtuous pen is needed, the sparkle of geniality is required. I am not the possessor of such talents, but Banville has both. And so did Tolstoy.

  • Brina
    2019-04-24 13:52

    Last year the group catching up on classics chose The Death of Ivan Ilyich as one of their monthly short story selections. At the time, I did not have the time to read it; however, a play I recently read had reading Anna Karenina as a major plot line. Wanting an introduction to Tolstoy prior to reading this epic, I decided upon Ivan Ilyich as my gateway to his more celebrated work. Ivan Ilyich enjoyed an upper middle class life in pre revolutionary Russia. He graduated from a jurisprudence course and eventually became a lawyer in an out of the way province. He married Praskovya Fyodorovna and the two lived a married life that was neither happy nor sad for over twenty years. Each person became set in their own ways and the two lived as separate islands in their home, made possible by Ivan Ilyich's income. I was not completely captivated by the story of Ivan Ilyich. He lived a relatively normal existence and experienced many things that an average upper middle class citizen might have experienced in Russia at the time of publication, hence the rating. I found Tolstoy's writing style accessible, which should ease the way for me to read his longer works. The part I found the most interesting was how Tolstoy through Ivan Ilyich discussed his views on death and dying, which is the premise of this story. Ivan Ilyich grappled with the alternatives of dying and being mired in a marriage where he was not appreciated or loved. Even though I only gave this story three stars, I am glad I read it as an introduction to Tolstoy. The premise is an interesting one and I enjoy the time period, although, it is not a story that I am not drawn to. I would recommend this to those who might not read classics due to their long length and want to begin to read an author's works. I look forward to endeavoring through Tolstoy's epic novels after discovering that his writing style is easy to read for the masses.

  • Luís C.
    2019-04-16 15:58

    The Death of Ivan Ilych, written in 1886, was the first major fictional work published by Tolstoy during his post-conversion. Tolstoy's religious philosophy which illustrates the values of brotherly love, Christian charity, and mutual support are the frameworks for the writing of this novel. Just as Tolstoy's discovery of the true meaning of life led him to fulfillment and an acceptance of death, Ivan Ilych's awakening comes through the realization of death which ignites within him fear, anger, contemplation and eventually acceptance.Death is the central theme of the story and through it one can discern the artificial from the authentic characters and the dichotomy between the inner and outer man.The character Ivan Illych belonged to an elite social circle.He was intrigued by the idea of being a member of the elite aristocratic society, and individuals who did not conform to the social circle were looked on with disgust.He was unaware however, that his life was an illusion brought upon a need to imitate a certain social class rather than to find true individuality. The true meaning of life was concealed behind the blindfolds of his naïve perceptions.His marriage to Praskovya Fedorovna is also an act of illusion. It is not done out of genuine love, but as is common practice by the bourgeoisie society, it is done out of the sense of obligation. The fact that she was a good looking woman from a well-to-do family were the essential characteristics he required her to have.Illych's rude awakening into the way he was living a life of conforming to social expectations came about when he came face to face with death. With the realization that he was dying, he began to contemplate his life and tried to find out if there was any meaning to it all along. Paradoxically, Death is responsible for allowing Illych to examine his life. He begins to contemplate about those people in his life whom he considered friends. He discovers that they too were false because upon his death bed there were no friends to comfort him.Tolstoy incorporates several patterns of reversal into the structure of the novel. The actual death of Ivan Ilych, the chronological end of the story, occurs in the first chapter. The remainder of the novel deals with the life, as opposed to the title of Ivan Ilych's death. The concepts of life and death are reversed by Tolstoy. Early on in his life, when Ivan seems to be increasing in power, free will, and societal status, he is actually being reduced to limitation, repression, and isolation brought on through the grappling force of death. After the seventh chapter, when Ivan is confined to his study and suffers physical deterioration and isolation, he in fact goes through the process of a spiritual rebirth.

  • Councillor
    2019-04-20 16:10

    It is a widespread stereotype that Russian classics are mostly long, tedious, boring, a burden to get through, but one only needs to read a short book like The Death of Ivan Ilych in order to be proven wrong. A philosophical, in its beautiful writing almost lyrical account of a dying man's life, Tolstoy will make you think about your own mortality, about happiness, sorrow and most likely your own life as well. “They had supper and went away, and Ivan Ilych was left alone with the consciousness that his life was poisoned and was poisoning the lives of others, and that this poison did not weaken but penetrated more and more deeply into his whole being.With this consciousness, and with physical pain besides the terror, he must go to bed, often to lie awake the greater part of the night. Next morning he had to get up again, dress, go to the law courts, speak, and write; or if he did not go out, spend at home those twenty-four hours a day each of which was a torture. And he had to live thus all alone on the brink of an abyss, with no one who understood or pitied him.”During the course of the story, Tolstoy introduces us to the life of the unhappy Ivan Ilych, who might have expected too much from his life and had to discover the disappointing truth after his marriage failed to induce happiness and death tore its way through his soul way too early. Tolstoy uses his protagonist to help us realize how we all have to die one day, and there will surely be readers who, just like Ivan Ilych, always thought of death as something foreign they wouldn't have to worry about until a long time later. The author's prose is highly readable and might just as well have originated from someone who wrote the book five or ten years ago; besides, Tolstoy knows how to captivate his reader, thus The Death of Ivan Ilych can only be called a book which can't be recommended highly enough for readers interested in Russian literature or, on a more general note, classics.“There remained only those rare periods of amorousness, which still came to them at times but did not last long. These were islets at which they anchored for a while and then again set out upon that ocean of veiled hostility which showed itself in their aloofness from one another.” Tolstoy defines the marriage between Ivan Ilych and Praskovya Fedorovna as an engagement of mutual aversion, founded in their hopes to find concealment and secureness which were shattered only months after their wedding. The sadness behind the realizations of those two characters that their marriage has never been destined to bring happiness into their lives will cloud their sorrowful lives, until the slow, but torturous demise of Ivan Ilych turns into the ultimate factor driving them apart from each other.If you are intimidated by the length of classics like Anna Karenina, War and Peace, Crime and Punishment and the like, then I can almost assure you that reading some shorter novellas like The Death of Ivan Ilych or Dostoyevksy's White Nights will help you with finding a way into Russian literature, coming to terms with the rather uncommon names and growing an interest in the huge Russian classics which will surpass the simple feeling of pressure to read them just because others said those are books everyone has to read. And they probably are. But it's always easier to anticipate rather than dread them, so novellas like these will be extremely helpful.

  • Issa Deerbany
    2019-04-21 18:01

    رغم كآبة القصة ولكن ابدع تولستوي فيما يشعر المريض.كيف يشعر بتغير نظرة الناس له. كيف يشعر ان من حوله لا يهتمون به رغم معاناته. ويصبح يكره من حوله ويشعر انهم يتمنون موته.يستعيد شريط حياته وكم كان سعيدا ولكنه بعد ذلك يتألم ويبعد تلك الذكريات عن تفكيره أإنها تزيده ألما.يبدأ في معاملة عائلته بقسوة لانه يشك انهم يتمنون رحيله، فهو يكرههم لذلك. يبدأ الشك في إيمانه ولما عاقبه الله بهذا الالم وهذا الموت وهل كان يستحق ذلك.وعندما يبدأ بالاحتضار يصبح طيبا ويطلب ان يسامحوه.مبدع تولستوي وهو ليس بحاجة لشهادتي في الكتابة عن النوازع النفسية وما يفكر فيه الانسان في كل موقف.

  • Fabian
    2019-04-20 19:00

    "Ivan Ilych's life had been most ordinary and therefore most terrible..."This arresting line is a synopsis of what all of this boils down to. More than likely, in my pre-Emo high school years, had I read all 52 grueling pages of "The Death of Ivan Ilych", and truly understood its exquisite prolonged lingering around the very morbid notion of death, it would have been a brick in my fo(und/rm)ation. Sadly, nowadays I am way more bubbly and optimistic than ever, so I had a healthy distance between my idle thoughts and this powerful piece. No matter: this made me meditate on that occurrence that is shared by us all, the ultimate, final destination called death (doesn't matter where you lived, breathed, loved). The novella is incredibly vivid, simple...just very understandable... relatable. Yes, it seems that an illness so long gives the titular man the right to sum up quickly his days of before, his heights, his passions... it is so realistic that I vouch for this to become an official horror selection in any given anthology!

  • Fernando
    2019-04-15 14:53

    ”El significado de la vida está en que se detiene.” - Franz KafkaPocos libros resultan ser tan contundentes como esta obra de arte que escribió Tolstói en 1886, puesto que no puede ser calificada de otra manera. Escritores, filósofos, artistas plásticos y músicos, entre otros, sólo tienen palabras de admiración ante esta pequeña pero gran novela. Yo siempre sostengo que una novela no necesita tener mil páginas para transformarse en una joya literaria y este es un caso que lo demuestra con creces. En poco más de cien páginas Tolstói nos deja un legado, una enseñanza y un modo de mirar o de intentar comprender a la muerte, si es que existe algún método para ello.Este inmenso autor ruso venía elaborando la novela un año antes, inspirándose en el caso de un hombre real para terminarla y regalársela a su esposa el día en que ella cumplía años. En cierto modo, algunos aspectos de lo que le sucede a Iván Illich también concuerda con la vida personal de Tolstói que también tuvo cortocircuitos con su esposa durante su matrimonio (otro momento álgido el la relación fue durante la publicación de otra de sus famosas novelas, me refiero a "La sonata a Kreutzer") y también se relaciona con su propia muerte, dado que él también confesaba que la muerte lo atemorizaba. Tolstói fue encontrado muerto en el banco de espera de una estación de tren luego de una larga caminata."La muerte de Iván Illich" no es una novela exclusivamente sobre la muerte, sino casualmente sobre la vida de este funcionario, escrita en retrospectiva y poblada de anécdotas y reflexiones tanto del mismo Iván Illich como también de sus familiares, amigos y compañeros de trabajo.En cierto modo, es también una crítica a la ambición (de sus colegas en el Juzgado), cuestiona las relaciones humanas (su esposa y su hija) y expone su punto de vista sobre la ciencia y la religión (sus doctores y el sacerdote). Todo parece conspirar contra la débil salud de este hombre, pero es también su propia mente la que también contribuye al derrumbe y en ese proceso de enfermedad el personaje comienza a comprender algo que a veces nos confunde: el creer que la muerte está lejos, que uno es joven y que no hace falta preocuparse, si total, uno se encuentra bien de salud...Es a partir de que se empeora cuando sabe cuán mortal es el ser humano. Se llama Iván, que en ruso es uno de los hombres más comunes (significa Juan) y el mismo Tolstói lo aclara con sus propias palabras: "Una descripción de la simple muerte de un hombre simple, realizada por él mismo". Ese Iván es un hombre simple y en el fondo ese Iván somos todos los hombres simples que este planeta para un día emigrar hacia otro estado. Siendo redundante, la muerte es así de simple.Durante la lectura de las últimas páginas, no pude dejar de conmoverme por el relato de los últimos días de Iván Illich.Confieso que yo también le tuve siempre temor a la muerte y la forma en la que Tolstói relata los dolores y sufrimientos de los últimos días de Iván Illich me remite directamente a los de mis padres, a quienes perdí en poco más de cinco meses entre ambas muertes.Leía, levantaba la cabeza y veía a mi padre sufriendo terriblemente por no poder respirar y a mi madre en su agonía de tres días. Uno quiere ayudar, quiere lograr que ese enfermo se sienta mejor, pero en el fondo sabe que todo es inútil y en vano. Todos, como dice Tolstói se dan cuenta que el destino es inevitable y que Ella nos espera con su infinita paciencia y nos alcanza. Nos lleva.En el caso de Iván Illich todo el proceso, desde la declarAción de los síntomas hasta el inevitable final, además de la retrospectiva que tanto autor como personaje llevan adelante, es ocupado por la muerte como tema dominante. Iván Illich, ante la lozanía de su esposa y la jovialidad y juventud de su hija reflexiona: "Sí. ¿Para qué engañarme? ¿Acaso no es evidente para todos, excepto para mí, que me estoy muriendo y que la cuestión pasa sólo por la cantidad de semanas, de días...? Puede ser ahora. Había luz, y ahora tinieblas. Yo estaba acá, y ahora estoy yendo hacia allá. ¿Hacia dónde?"Dijo una vez Agatha Christie: "La muerte es el único asesino perfecto." Funciona como el preciso mecanismo de un reloj. Inexorablemente avanza y nos abraza.

  • Petra X
    2019-03-25 14:59

    Socrates said that an unexamined life was not worth living. In Kafka's The Metamorphosis poor Gregor Samsa is transformed into a being that cannot take part in the daily round of society and becomes more and more sidelined and ignored by those around him. This book, the Death of Ivan Ilych, has both of these notions contained within it's theme.Ivan Ilyich is dying. As he grows sicker and fits less in with his fairweather friends and family and their preoccupation with their social life, they leave him be, they cannot stand his sickness, they cannot stand him. All Ivan Ilyich has is the simple, unschooled manservant with the good heart who doesn't want his master to die alone and afraid. He is almost the Angel of Mercy, all good, he is just there to help his master pass from this life with a good companion. Ivan Ilych progresses through the endless scream of 'Why me?" to where he is almost at the end. And then he sees his rather petty life of moderate success and a little excess as it really was He stops hating his selfish wife and self-centred daughter and ceasing to be afraid of death hopes his demise will bring them peace. And by this examination of his life and the letting go of his more shabby and trivial emotions, he elevates himself. And dies.Finished end of Dec. 2014.

  • Bruce
    2019-04-22 14:15

    Each time I reread Tolstoy’s little novella, The Death of Ivan Ilych, I read it differently. As a college student I read it as a description of an experience for someone elderly, an experience distant, almost unreal, so far in the future as to be strange, almost surreal. Reading it again during my years as a practicing physician, I was impressed by Tolstoy’s perceptiveness of the stages of grieving, the writings of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross being then all the rage, and how my patients had similar experiences, also learning, I think, to be more honest and sensitive than the physicians in the story. Now, a retired physician in my seventh decade, I find that I view it differently, surprised that Ivan is only in his forties when he dies (I was astounded to note that he was so young!), not surprised by and even forgiving of the attitudes of his friends and family members, and most understanding of Ivan’s process of introspectively reviewing his life, evaluating it and responding in perhaps the only way he can to his approaching death and its meaning; I find it impossible not to personalize the story, wondering, even at a time when I am presumably in good health, about my own eventual death, what that experience will be like for me.

  • Duane
    2019-03-26 15:56

    If you are bothered by your own mortality then consider yourself forewarned. It's not just the thought of dying much too young, just when you have gained a level of accomplishment, but also to die in agony, slowly. I've seen it much to close in my life, and to read such a vivid account was difficult. The power of writing, of good writing, can take you many places, even places you don't want to go.

  • Gypsy
    2019-04-07 15:06

    درحقیقت مرگ ایوان ایلیچ، اولین تجربه من از تولستوی بود. جای تأسفه، بیست سالمه و خیلی از شاهکارها رو نخوندم. چپ و راست بم می‌گن فلان چیزو خوندی؟ نه. ویرجینیا وولف؟ نه. ایشی‌گورو؟ نه. یوسا؟ نه. مارکز؟ آو، دو سه تایی خوندم. دیکنز؟ اینم آو و اینا. همینگوی؟ چندتا کوتاه و پیرمرد و دریا فقط. داستایوفسکی؟ کوتاهاشو. و تولستوی؟ مرگ ایوان ایلیچ. بیست سال زندگی کردم و انگشت‌شمار شاهکار خوندم.تولستوی مثل یه مهندس داستانشو طراحی می‌کنه. همه‌‌چیز دقیق و محکم و ساختارمند و فکرشده. هیچ خدشه‌ای نمی‌تونی بهش وارد کنی. من طول کشید بخونمش، چون از رو فیدیبو می‌خونم و کتاب الکترونیک چشمم رو خسته می‌کنه. خود داستان هم چیزی نبود که راحت بخونی بگذری. دردِ وجود و زندگی و مرگ رو باید مزه مزه کنی باهاش. شخصیت‌پردازی اطرافیان ایوان عالی بود. هرکدوم‌شون نماد شده بودن و پوچی زندگی‌شونو می‌دیدی. اینکه همه‌شون در ظاهر عزادارِ مرگ ایوان بودن ولی ازش نفع می‌بردن. مرگ ایوان ایلیچ چیزی نبود که دلخواهم باشه، صرفاً از نظر سلیقه‌ای می‌گم. همون‌طور که هرچی از شرمن الکسی بخونم خوشم می‌آد، درحالی‌که شاید برای خیلی‌ها عالی نباشه. سلیقه یه چیزه، قوی و ضعیف بودنِ داستان یه چیز دیگه. حالا اینکه چقد ذوقت پیشرفت کرده باشه که از داستان قوی هم خوشت بیاد، زمان می‌بره.

  • Foad
    2019-03-25 17:15

    این داستان بلند را باید حتماً خواند. این را و داستان بلند دیگر "پدر سرگئی" را. مضمون کلی آن هم تقریباً مشابه این داستان و تقریباً مشابه سایر آثار بزرگ تولستوی، از جمله جنگ و صلح و آنا کارنیناست. حرفی که این داستان بلند می خواهد بزند، گم شدن "معنای انسان بودن" در میان روزمرگی هاست. شخصیت اصلی، یک کارمند موفق است و ترقی های زیادی در اداره اش کرده. اما وقتی با مرگ محتوم رو به رو می شود، تازه می فهمد که هرگز زندگی نکرده است و سراسر عمرش را به همین ترقی بی معنی و کار بی معنی تر سپری کرده است. آن گاه، در این مدت اندکی که تا مرگ فاصله دارد، می خواهد به دنبال معنای زندگی بگردد.کارگردان شهیر ژاپنی، "اکیرا کوروساوا" همین مضمون را دستمایه ی فیلم درخشان خود به نام "زیستن" یا "ایکیرو" کرده است.

  • Saleh MoonWalker
    2019-04-10 15:55

    داستانی زیبا و قابل تامل از تولستوی. جالبی این داستان اینه که با توجه به اینکه در چه سالی نوشته شده و همچنین بدون اینکه مساله اگزیستانسیالیسم به صورت مستقیم مطرح باشه، به بررسی جواب هایی که در رابطه با مشکل اگزیستانسیال مطرح میشه و کاری ازشون برنمیاد می پردازه، و درنهایت به جواب وجودی میرسه و شخصیت اصلی داستان، در چند روز آخر عمرش به این جواب میرسه و زاویه دیدش و تمام باور های ذهنیش که تا اون لحظه وجود داشته به طور کامل تغییر میکنه.داستان کوتاهی هم هستش که به سرعت تموم میشه و مسلما ارزش وقت و توجه شما رو داره.“Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?”

  • Lyn
    2019-04-19 22:07

    Just as David Allen Coe sang the perfect Country and Western song, so might this be the perfect Russian short story / novella. Tolstoy has all the pertinent Russian elements: death, misery, estrangement, corrupt aristocracy, worthless professional class, strong and noble peasantry metaphorically and actually carrying the rich on their backs, guilt and a moment of clarity before the end.

  • FrancoSantos
    2019-04-17 15:59

    Espectacular libro. Una pequeña joya que nos ha legado este escritor ruso al que, sin ninguna duda, volveré. Tolstói logra capturar la soledad, la desesperación, la decadencia de la mente y la pérdida de manera extraordinaria. Si se quiere ser eterno, es menester ser cuidadoso con lo que se deja. La eternidad solo es alcanzable en la vida de otros.¿Lo malo? Demasiado corto. Quería que durase más. En fin, el mejor libro que he leído sobre la muerte. Obra necesaria para entender un poco más de la vida.

  • ZaRi
    2019-03-26 13:53

    از متن کتاب:"حالا اگر زندگی من، زندگی آگاهانه ام، همه گمراهی بوده باشد چه؟مثل این بود که پیوسته، با سیری یکنواخت از سراشیبی فرو می لغزم و گمان می کردم که به سوی قله صعود می کنم. و به راستی همین طور بود. در انتظار مردم، در راه اعتبار و عزت بالا می رفتم و زندگی با همان شتاب از زیر پایم می گذشت و از من دور می شد… تا امروز که مرگ بر درم می کوبد."***"ایوان ایلیچ مردی است محترم.او هیچگاه گمان نمی برد که دنیای پر آرامش و ارزشهای ثابت کانون زندگیش ممکن است در لحظه ای ناگهان باطل شود.ایوان ایلیچ.مرگ را نمی شناخت و فکر نمی کرد که به سراغش بیاید.ایوان ایلیچ مردی راضی بود و از زندگی گله ای نداشت،ولی ناگهان متوجه شد که چیزی ندارد،ناگهان متوجه شد که آنچه تا به حال ایمنی،لنگر قرار و کعبه آمال می نمود،پوچ است و بی اساس.ایوان ایلیچ می خواست در کارگاه ناتمام زندگیش گوشه ای آباد بیابد.او نمی دانست که غافل است،زیرا به جز غفلت چیز دیگری نمی دانست.موقعی که با مرگ روبرو شد،از غفلت خود حیرت کرد و از حیرت هم به اضطراب آمد.ایوان ایلیچ نمی خواست به سادگی بمیرد بی انکه این پرسش را مطرح کند:آیا زندگی محترم و آرام و درست من واقعا زندگی بوده است؟مادام که این معما را نگشوده بود نمی خواست به مرگ تسلیم شود،و به همین جهت خویش را مانند کیسه ای پر در برابر چاهی عمیق می یافت و می خواست خویشتن را رها کند.اما این پرسش پیگیر جلوی افتادنش را می گرفت.ایوان ایلیچ مانند مالته در طلب آگاهی بود،آگاهی از تجربه مرگ،یعنی تجربه ای که موجب بیداری انسان از شب غفلت شود."آسیا در برابر غرب؛ داریوش شایگان

  • Ahmad Sharabiani
    2019-04-15 15:05

    829. The Death of Ivan Ilyich, Leo Tolstoyمرگ ایوان ایلیچ - لئو تولستوی (نیلوفر) ادبیات روسیهمترجمهای این اثر: صالح حسینی؛ هوشنگ اسماعیلیان؛ رضی خدادادی (هیرمندی)؛ لاله بهنام؛ سالومه مهوشان؛ یوسف قنبر؛ حسن زمانی؛ تیمور قادری؛ سروش حبیبی؛ حمیدرضا آتش بر آب؛ محمد دادگر؛ علی اصغر بهرامی؛ کاظم انصاری؛ هستندایوان ایلیچ، شخصیت اصلی داستان تولستوی، شخصی موفق در زندگی روزمره و کاری است ولی در زندگی شخصی دچار مشکلاتی است. البته این مشکلات به نوعی متأثر از موفقیت‌های کاری وی است. او بنا به دلایلی که در کتاب ذکر شده دچار بیماری سخت‌ درمان می‌شود. تولستوی در این کتاب از توانایی خود برای به تصویر کشیدن روحیات و احساسات یک بیمار کم علاج استفاده می‌کند. تولستوی روحیات یک چنین بیماری را از لحظه آگاه شدنش به بیماری تا لحظه ی خاموشی یا همان مرگ را به پنج مرحله تقسیم می‌کند. این مراحل پنج‌گانه عبارتند از: یک - عدم پذیرش یا انکار، دوم - خشم، سوم - معامله، چهارم -افسردگی و پنجم - پذیرش. ایشان این مراحل را به طور دقیق مورد بررسی قرار می‌دهد، از جمله توضیحات مختصری که در این پنج مرحله ذکر شده را می‌توان به موارد ذیل اشاره نمود: مرحله انکار: تنها به مراحل اولیه یا رویارویی با بیماری محدود نمی‌شود، این مرحله با حرف‌های پزشک معالج آغاز می‌شود. او از انکار یا عدم پذیرش به عنوان نوعی تسکین یا درمان استفاده می‌کند. مرحله خشم: در این مرحله بیمار، دیگران را مقصر بیماری خود می‌داند. در داستان، ایوان ایلیچ ناراحتی خود را با آزار همسر و دیگر اطرافیان تسکین می‌دهد. او چنین می‌اندیشد که گویی او بیمار شده‌ است تا دیگران سالم بمانند. مرحله معامله: از بین مراحل پنج‌گانه این مرحله کوتاه‌ترین مرحله‌ است. بیمار با خود صحبت‌هایی مانند: ای خدا اگر فقط یک سال به من مهلت بدهی قول می‌دهم که مسیحی بشوم و... سعی در به تأخیر انداختن زمان مرگ دارد. مرحله افسردگی: در این مرحله بیمار به عزای فرصت‌های از دست رفته می‌نشیند، در این مرحله بیمار نیاز به تاریکی تنهایی دارد و در این تاریکی و تنهایی، خیال همه چیز را در سر می‌پروراند. مرحله پذیرش: مرحله پذیرش، آخرین مرحله یک بیمار که تهی از احساسات می‌شود است. در این مرحله گویی درد از میان رفته‌است. در این مرحله، سکوت پرمعناترین شکل ارتباط است. در این مرحله، فشار دادن دست دوست، نگاهی سنگین و... پرمعناترین معانی را از ژرفای یک بیمار درحال مرگ به خواننده منتقل می‌کند. ا. شربیانی

  • Rowena
    2019-03-28 21:15

    The more Tolstoy I read, the more I appreciate his literary genius and his philosophic thoughts. This was a relatively short book dealing with Ivan Ilyich's realization of his impending death. His life had been mediocre at best and he realizes he hadn't really been happy and had been trying to live an "ideal" life. What awful thoughts to realize when one is so close to death!

  • Γκέλλυ
    2019-03-30 17:54

    Το πρώτο 5* της χρονιάς σε Ρώσο;;;; Εγώ που είχα ορκιστεί οτι δεν θα πιάσω ποτέ Ρώσο στα χέρια μου;;;; Χάλασε ο κόσμος...

  • Florencia
    2019-04-06 15:05

    I read this novella a couple of weeks ago and I did not write a review right away; I had to put my thoughts in order (they rarely are but, oh well). That only happens after reading an amazing book, brilliantly written, that deals with the human condition like Dostoyevsky's keen eye can deal. This book is about life itself, life in its most virtuous and degrading glory. This masterpiece has no more than 120 pages, but it manages to show many perspectives on different issues concerning the human nature; it is insane. Life without meaning. A hollow, immoral life that, from a certain perspective, seems even worse than death. A first sign of that meaning appears, ironically, when life is about to end. So human. This book starts with Ivan's death. Every human reaction described by Tolstoy is too damn real. Every passage has a different idea, a different way of describing real human behavior. A person just died and his allegedly best friend is thinking about getting out of his room so he can play cards with another fella. And don't get me started on the widow... A life vanished and this shallow people can't stop thinking about themselves.Ivan Ilyich achieved an important social status after years of work, pushing his family aside. A man that thought he had lived well, was now suffering a painful death. However, is this death more painful than the way he actually lived? Did he live, at all? The eternal questions remain unanswered: what is exactly “to live”? What's the meaning of all that? Why are we here? Why can't you tickle yourself? What's a number? Can we really be objective? Will airplane food get any better? Will celebrities ever stop naming their kids after inanimate objects?OK, moving on.There are many things I would like to say about this book but I just can't. I don't want to spoil this anymore. And I know you can read a lot about it in any other place, but not in here.I never ask anyone to read anything. However, I urge you, and you, and the other one next to you... to read this book.Mar 05, 14* Also on my blog.

  • Maria Espadinha
    2019-04-16 14:59

    Balanço FinalIvan Ilitch viveu afastado do amor! Carreirista ambicioso e egocêntrico, refugiou-se no trabalho e no jogo, preterindo a afectividade...Até àquele dia em que sentiu a morte aproximar-se a longos passos rápidos -- tal situação impunha reflexão!Foi então invadido por uma incómoda sensação de falhanço radical -- a sua vida fora marcadamente infeliz, com excepção de alguns momentos fugazes que vivera na infância!E porquê? Que fizera ele de tão errado que justificasse tão execrável agonia?!...Observando com compaixão a agonia de Ivan, procuro uma resposta capaz de abortar a inquietação que desponta em mim -- Ivan fechou portas ao Amor, mantendo a Felicidade ausente.Porém, mesmo que tal informação lhe seja eventualmente sussurrada, já não poderá salvar uma Vida cujo prazo se abeira do fim!...A Felicidade nasce no Amor e é o reconhecimento do Eu. Quem nunca a conhecer morrerá sem sequer nascer!!!

  • در جستجوی نام خویش
    2019-04-15 18:12

    برای بار سوم این کتاب را خواندم و این بار به آن 5 ستاره می دهم. واقعا متعجم که تولستوی این دقت نظر را چگونه کسب کرده. توصیفاتی که او ارائه می دهد، داستان به ظاهر بسیار ساده ای چنان زنده می سازد که نمی توان از آن دست کشید. و شاید همین باشد که او را به حق از تکرارنشدنی های تاریخ می دانند. به هر رو کتابی است که شاید باید بارها خوانده شود.:اما چند نکته1- در کتاب های مختلف تولستوی، کنایه های قوی و ارزشمندی دیده می شود به چیزهایی مثل سیستم اداری و پزشکی جامعه آن روز2- من با کتاب های تولستوی چندین جا خندیدم که شاید این حس را با خواندن برخی کتاب های طنر هم نداشتم. نمی گویم کتاب تولستوی طنز است، اما ترسیم موقعیت انسان در برابر مرگ و در عین حال تلاش مذبوخانه اش برای پرداختن به مسائلی پوچ و بی معنی، خود می تواند یک طنز فوق العده و قوی باشد (که به نظر من هست).3- زندگی بدون مرگ و مرگ اندیشی، قطعا معنایی نخواهد داشت. این نکته خود می تواند توجیه کننده رفتار هر انسانی در مواجهه با مرگ و یا در مواجهه با یک بیماری لاعلاج باشد. من چندین بار به این مسیله فکر کرده ام که اگر انسان به مریضی لاعلاجی دچار شود چه باید بکند ، آیا باید تسلیم یاس خودش بشود یا اینکه واقعا ادامه زندگی ممکن است، این مسئله مثلا هنگامی که فردی فلج می شود، بسیار درگیرکننده خواهد بود و تنها چیزی که می تواند انسان را در ادامه مسیر کمک کند، معنای زندگی است. انصافا آوردن بریده هایی از این کتاب دشوار است، بس که تکه های فوق العاده دارد این کتاب که برخی را دوستان آورده اند (مخصوصا ان تکه دادگاه رسمی است). ولی من پاراگراف اول کتاب (که اتفاقا به زیبایی پشت کتاب چاپ شده) و پاراگراف آخر کتاب را می نویسم. (فکر نمی کنم اسپویل باشد، چون توصیفات داستان بسیار مهم هستند با این حال می توانید پاراگراف آخر را نخوانید)ادر عمارت بزرگ دادگستری، هنگام رسیدگی به دعوای خانواده ی ملوینسکی دادستان و اعضای دادگاه طی زمان تعطل جلسه برای تنفس در اتاق ایوان یگورویچ شبک گرد آمده بودند و بحث به پرونده ی پرسر و صدای کراسوسکی کشیده بود. فیودور واسیلی یویچ با حرارت بسیاری می کوشید ثابت کند که دادگاه صلاحیت رسیدگی به این پرونده را ندارد و ایوان یگورویچ سر حرف خود پافشاری می کرد که دارد. اما پیوتر ایوانویچ که از ابتدا به بحث وارد نشده بود توجهی به آنچه می گفتند نداشت و سر خود را به خبرنامه ا که تازه آورده بودند گرم کرده بود. گفت: "آقایان ایوان ایلیچ هم مرد."ایکی بالای سرش گفت: تمام کرد.ایوان ایلیچ گفته او را شنید و آن را در روح تکرار کرد. در دل گفت : مرگ هم تمام شد. دیگر از مرگ اثری نیست..نفسی عمیق کشید، اما نفسش نیمه کاره ماند. پیکرش کشیده شد و مرد

  • Farnoosh Farahbakht
    2019-04-23 14:59

    هر چند نام کتاب با "مرگ" همراه است و داستان نیز با "مرگ" شروع و پایان می پذیرد ،بیش از هر چیز خواننده را به تفکر درباره "زندگی" و بازنگری آن ترغیب می کند.کتاب بسیار زیبا و ملموس زندگی، افکار و احساسات شخص رودررو با مرگ و خودخواهی و غفلت اطرافیان نسبت به این موضوع را به تصویر می کشد."ایوان ایلیچ" که در ظاهر و بر اساس بسیاری از معیارهای امروزی انسان موفقی است در زمان رویارویی با مرگ با دیده تردید به هر آنچه روزی برایش مایه فخر و مباهات بود می نگرد و درمی یابد چطور معنای زندگی را در میان روزمرگی و ظواهر زندگی گم کرده استخواندن این کتاب می تواند تاثیر عمیقی بر نحوه زندگی داشته باشد اما این تاثیر تا چه مدت پا بر جا است؟!امیدوارم همیشگی باشد

  • jo
    2019-03-27 17:50

    Το βιβλίο αυτό δεν θα το διάβαζα ποτέ εάν δεν το συναντούσα συχνά στα βιβλία ψυχολογίας που διαβάζω με κύριο θέμα τους τον.. θάνατο. Τελευταία φορά που διάβασα μια αναφορά για αυτό το βιβλίο ήταν στο "ΕΜΕΙΣ ΟΙ ΘΝΗΤΟΙ". Ο συγγραφέας το επαινούσε για την δεξιότητα του Τολστόι να εμβαθύνει τόσο στην ψυχολογία ενός ετοιμοθάνατου.Ο Ϊβαν Ϊλιτς πεθαίνει. Μέσα απο την αργή αλλά σταθερή πορεία του Ιλιτς προς τον θάνατο γινόμαστε θεατές μιας φοβερής εσωτερικής διεργασίας. Ο Τόλστοι είναι εκπληκτικά ταλαντούχος στο να εμβαθύνει μέσα στην ψυχολογία ενός ανθρώπου που πλησιάζει το τέλος του και αναγκάζεται να σκεφτεί την πορεία της ζωής του φτάνοντας στο συμπέρασμα ότι για να πεθάνεις καλά πρέπει να έχεις ζήσει καλά.Μου άρεσε πάρα πολύ παρόλο που είναι ένα βιβλίο πολύ κλειστοφοβικό. Μου πήρε δυο εβδομάδες να το διαβάσω! Είναι εκπληκτικό πόσο σωστά περιγράφει τον επιθανάτιο τρόμο που πιάνει κάθε απο εμάς.

  • Lou
    2019-04-22 21:13

    You are transported to the world of Ivan and walk with him to his last moments at deaths door. A story of the terror of death and Ivan's fear of dying, his concern and sorrow for his families witnessing of his howling and decline. Suffering realizes joy of youth and memories of the best of days, while he is in this process of death the solitude brings him to doors of gone memories of happiness. How our daily trappings take us away from finer and truer happier moments of life, a time lost so valuable, we are a generational lost by media consumption, mobiles, internet and tv fine examples of vehicles of joyous hours but are also guilty of stealing our treasured hours that could be spent in much so joyous moments, i myself am guilty of these behaviours but i find the much joy in the solitude and private thought of words and reading. A short story but the magnitude of the message conveyed great to me I am now thinking of my past and age of innocence, ignorance is bliss words uttered by oh so many. This is the first reading of any of Tolstoy's works for me and I wait in anticipation to descent upon the treasure trove of his works of literature, Bon voyage alas I must hasten to read more and more."From the very beginning of his illness, from the time when Ivan Ilyvich first went to the doctor, his life had divided into two opposite states of mind, which alternated each other: now there was despair and the expectation of the incomprehensible and terrible death, now there was hope and the interest-filled process of observing the functioning of his body. Now there hung before his eyes a kidney or an intestine that shirked it's duty for a time; now there was only incomprehensible, terrible death, from which there was no escape." "In the recent time of that solitude in which he found himself, lying face to the back f the sofa, that solitude in the midst of the populous town and his numerous acquaintances and family- a solitude than which there could be none more total anywhere; not at the bottom of the sea, not under the earth-in the recent time of that dreadful solitude, Ivan Ilyvich had lived only on imaginings of the past. One after another, pictures of the past appeared to him. They always began with the nearest time and went back to the most remote, to childhood, and there they stayed.""And again right there, along with this course of recollection, another course of recollection was going o his soul-of how his illness had grown and worsened. The further back he went, the more life there was. There was a goodness in life, and more of life itself. The two merged together."As my torment kept on getting worse and worse, so the whole of life got worse and worse," he thought. There was one bright spot back there, at the beginning of life, and then it became darker and darker, ever quicker and quicker. "In inverse proportion to the square of the distance from death," thought Ivan Ilyvich. And this image of a stone plunging down with increasing speed sank into his soul. Life, a series of ever-increasing sufferings, races faster and faster towards it's end, the most dreadful suffering."http://more2read.com/?review=the-death-of-ivan-ilych-by-leo-tolstoy

  • Elahe Yari
    2019-04-07 20:00

    عالی عالی عالیتوصیفات و درک تولستوی از بیماری و فردی که در انتظار مرگه فوق العاده بود. این که نویسنده چطور به این تجربه رسیده و تونسته این حالات رو درک کنه واقعا برام سواله..‌.!

  • Έλσα
    2019-03-30 17:13

    Συγκλονιστικη περιγραφη!! Στεναχωρο πολυ αλλα ταυτοχρονα ρεαλιστικο. Εδειξε με αληθινο και απλο τροπο την ψυχο-συνθεση του αρρωστου καθως κ την απογνωση του. Αναζητουσε την απαντηση στην ερωτηση Γιατι;; Γιατι να του συμβαινει αυτο; Βρισκοταν μετεωρος και ζουσε εναν παραλογισμο...απο τη μια να αποδεχεται την αρρωστια κ τον θανατο, απο την αλλη να τρεφει ελπιδες πως θα θεραπευτει. Καθε φορα που πονουσε ενιωθα κ γω ενα δυνατο πονο στο στομαχι. Το διδαγμα ειναι πως η υγεια ειναι πανω απ' ολα και πως πρεπει να ζουμε εντονα την καθε στιγμη γιατι η ζωη ειναι πολυ μικρη... Υ.Γ. Ειλικρινα ευγνομονω το παζαρι βιβλιου που εγινε το χειμωνα στην πολη μου. Χαρη σ αυτο καταφερα να αποκτησω πολλα διαμαντια 💎💎💎💎💎💎 της ξενης και ελληνικης λογοτεχνιας και να φτιαξω μια ομορφη βιβλιοθηκη που μου γεμιζει τις μερες με γνωσεις κ εμπειριες!!!

  • peiman-mir5 rezakhani
    2019-04-14 15:57

    ‎داستانِ گیرا و جذابی نبود... بازهم داستانِ سرشار از ناامیدی و البته کنایه و زخم زبان زدن های <تولستوی> به قشر سرمایه دار و اشراف زادگانِ روسیه را مشاهده میکنیم... داستان در موردِ مردی به نامِ <ایوان ایلیچ> است که قاضی میباشد و از طبقهٔ اشرافی جامعه است و به نظامِ اجتماعی نیز پایبند میباشد و هیچ یک از انتخاب ها در زندگیش به دلخواهش نبوده است و تنها زندگی کودکانه اش همراه با شادی بوده و ازدواج خوشایندی که با عشق همراه باشد نیز نداشته است... در حال تعویض پردهٔ خانه از نردبان به پایین می افتد و ضربه ای به او وارد میشود و همان سقوط و آسیبی که میبیند، سبب میشود تا دکتر او را به اصطلاح جواب کرده و روز به روز به مرگ نزدیک شود و ترس از مرگ وجودش را فراگیرد... که در داستان با مسائلی که خردگرایانه نمیباشد، <تولستوی> اصرار دارد که او ترس از مرگ را فراموش کرده و با آسایش در روشنایی و آرامش میمیرد، آنهم با همصحبت شدن با پیشخدمتِ منزل... البته داستان به نوعی آغاز میشود که <ایوان> مرده است و اطرافیانش راضی هستند و زنش به دنبال ثروت اوست و دوستش به دنبال جایگاه شغلی اوست‎نویسنده یعنی <تولستوی> اصرار دارد که اول از همه نشان دهد اشراف زادگانی که در رفاه هستند روزی از نردبان قدرت همچون <ایوان ایلیچ> به زمین میخورند و سقوط میکنند و دوم میخواهد نشان دهد که کسی که به یادِ خدا نبوده و با دین کاری ندارد، زمانی که به مرگ نزدیک میشود و ترس او را فرا میگیرد و اطرافیانش را از دست رفته میابد، سرانجام آموزه ای را که خداوند تلاش کرده به او بیاموزد را فرا میگیرد که آن آموزه این است که: شادی و خوشحالی راستین، در چیزهای زمینی و دنیوی یافت نمیشود، بلکه شادی و آرامش راستین در خدا و آرامش راستین نیز در یاد اوست که در انسان به اصطلاح متجلی میشود*******************************‎دوستانِ عزیز و خردگرایِ من، زنده یاد <برتراند راسل> فیلسوفِ بزرگ و خردمند، در موردِ انسانهایی همچون <ایوان ایلیچ> با <تولستوی> هم عقیده نمیباشد و همچون دیگر اندیشمندان خردگرا اینچنین زیبا میگوید که: چنین انسانی از ترسِ مرگ خواهد گذشت و با بيچارگی از سویِ بعضی ها برایِ سازگاری با خرافات و موهوماتِ دینی، راهنمایی خواهد گشت، برایِ اين كه از راستی و واقعيتی كه نميتواند با آن روبرو شود، پرهيز نمايد و خیال میکند که با فرار از واقعیت و پناه بردن به موهومات، به آرامش رسیده است---------------------------------------------‎امیدوارم این ریویو برایِ معرفی این کتاب، کافی و مفید بوده باشه‎<پیروز باشید و ایرانی>