At times, the book was like a play or a roadtrip, which are fine, but neither the story nor the characters are especially memorable. Indeed, the only message I got was that principles (or lack thereof) are thrown out the window when love arrives.

This is a very moving story of how fathers and sons should and shouldn't interact as a family. It is one of my favorite Russian novels.

Bazarov was the master of contradictions, the person who will always make an argument of the smallest things only with the purpose of being considered the smartest person in the room.

While discussing this in class, the students along with the professor concluded that we all have our Bazarovs and they can be kind of annoying sometimes. But they do have a charm of their own, as Odintsova.

But also Pavel, Arkady's father and Fenechka, they are all characters that will remain in my memory. The least interesting of them all would be Arkady.

It's a great classic, a great example of what russian literature is, and it's one of those books you let yourself get lost in it. I highly recommend it.

I found Bazarov so utterly insufferable in the first hundred pages that it was impossible to care about anything that happened to him in the second hundred.

Also, I think I was spoiled by reading the fantastic Pevear and Volokhonsky translation of Anna Karnenina a few months ago. George Reavey's translation here seemed clunky and awkward in comparison, and I really missed the informative annotations.

One of the best pieces of classic Russian literature I've read. (also, one of the shortest...) I'm very glad this was apart of the required reading for my history class.

This translation was beautiful and I highly recommend this version.

it helped that this translation allowed me to get some of my favorite quotes from a book. Such as: "your uncle is a queer fish", "saucy mite", and "I am not a booby"

3.5/5 / very accessible, masterfully written, great characters. if it was 200 pages longer, i would be rating it at least 4

"Can their prayers and their tears be fruitless? Can love, sacred, devoted love, not be all-powerful? Oh, no! No matter how passionate, sinning, and rebellious is the heart hidden in the grave, the flowers growing on it look at us serenely with their innocent faces; they speak to us not only of that eternal peace, of that great peace of impassive nature; they speak to us also of eternal reconciliation and of life everlasting"

He just like me? Idk