Now I love myself some classical Russian lit.  Not the big names, but more the second tier; not in quality, but more in popularity.  Gogol, Goncharov, and especially Turgenev, these guys are my jam.  They write of the lives of the Russian gentry, not in the cities, but out on their estates.  There is a certain calm and peacefulness that I am addicted to.  Granted there are serfs and peasants, but they seem to be agents of their own fate.  It all seems to work […]