Russian fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, Russian -- Translations into English
So, with some degree of assurance we lay our fingers upon the causes in
a given literary career which seem to us to be calculable--parentage,
birth, early environment, education, chosen occupation, and all
the rest. Yet a considerable proportion of the results must remain
unaccountable, because the actuating forces are, after all,
imponderable. We find motives and standards of conduct, or ideals,
clearly expressed in the man’s own words; but did he understand
himself? Here we find one acknowledged fact, here a second, and here a
third. But by what law of causation may we say that three-times-one is
three and not six, or sixty, or even six myriads?
No, in seeking to estimate the weight of the inner things we are
calculating the incalculable; it is like trying to clothe in cumbersome
workaday garb a being that is too subtle for material restrictions.
Especially, then, in seeking to enter the penetralia of a man of
Garshin’s varying moods and tenses, let us confess anew to ourselves
how tentative must be our guesses at truth. His mind--like that of
not a few other literary artists--fluttered between normality and
abnormality. However, only the literal, prosaic, practical, uninventive
mind is sane, and that is but a shorter way of spelling uninteresting.
There is still a strong argument to be made for the essential
seer-quality--perhaps the “second sight,” perhaps the inner light--of
many a one whom the sober world has adjudged as of unsound mind. But
this again brings us up facing another great and tantalizing _x_ of
life.
* * * * *
Wsewolod Michailovich Garshin was born in February, 1855, of good
family. His south-of-Russia parentage marked his physique. He was
good-looking, almost dark, fiery of eye, and in temperament sweet,
impressionable, and sympathetic--a combination rare enough in a man to
make it noteworthy.
Like Pushkin, he spent his very early life on the family estates, his
father having retired from the army when the boy was three years old.
At nine, however, the child was placed at school in the inevitable
St. Petersburg, with the object of his preparing for the study of
medicine. But the parental ambitions were not realized, for the lad
was so abnormally nervous that he became subject to vagaries and
hallucinations, so that while yet but seventeen years of age, and
already writing remarkable bits of realistic self-revelation, it was
found best to place him under restraint. The effects of this clouded
period are to be traced in much of his later work.
Happily, in about a year he recovered his balance, took up study anew,
and finished his preparatory course with credit, entering the Institute
of Mining Engineers in 1874, at the age of nineteen--for in everything
Garshin was precocious.
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