تورجنيف التأمل مع الأشجار من الاسباب الرئيسية لالغاء القنانة الروسية
A marvellously sweet occupation it is to lie on
your back in a wood and gaze upwards! You may fancy you are looking into a
bottomless sea; that it stretches wide below you; that the trees are not rising
out of the earth, but, like the roots of gigantic weeds, are dropping --
falling straight down into those glassy, limpid depths; the leaves on the trees
are at one moment transparent as emeralds, the next, they condense into golden,
almost black green. Somewhere, afar off, at the end of a slender twig, a single
leaf hangs motionless against the blue patch of transparent sky, and beside it
another trembles with the motion of a fish on the line, as though moving of its
own will, not shaken by the wind."
"Round white clouds
float calmly across, and calmly pass away like submarine islands; and suddenly,
all this ocean, this shining ether, these branches and leaves steeped in
sunlight -- all is rippling, quivering in fleeting brilliance, and a fresh
trembling whisper awakens like the tiny, incessant plash of suddenly stirred
eddies. You don't move -- you look, and no word can tell what peace, what joy,
what sweetness reigns in the heart