"I do not think - she said -
and have always loved you,
and if you love,
you love the whole person,
the way he is,
and not how I want him to be."
(c)
Greta Gabo as Anna in the 1935 American version of Tolstoy's novel
Tatiana Samoilova as Anna in the 1967 Soviet screen version of Tolstoy's novel
Keira Knightley as Anna in the 2012 Englis version of Tolstoy's novel
I have finished reading Anna Karenina. Today. On the tube. In the middle of the rush hour.
It felt as if the world have become silent as I could't hear the fuss and buzz of the busy crowd around. Neither did I give a thing about a blonde girl who was standing next to me and periodically pushed me in the ribs with her left elbow, maybe trying to remind her and myself about the Biblical fact that we, women, came to this world from a man's rib?!?
The book is magnificent. Absolutely beautiful!
It's been written a while ago. Anna came to Moscow in the end of winter 1873. The tragedy at Obiralovka station took place in spring 1876. Leo Tosltoy didn't keep the diary saying 'I have written it all in Anna Karenina, and nothing else is left'. And it feels so. Whilst reading the book, I felt all possible emotions - it made me think, it made cry, it made me smile, even laugh, it made feel sorry and happy, and brought back to life from some far hidden shelves of my memory the long forgotten feelings of affections, disappointments, and dreams, and desires, and miseries, and happiness of some random moments from my past life.
What a book!
vasha Tasha
(P.S. photographs from internet)
