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O książce
«Мартин Иден» — выдающийся роман Джека Лондона о человеке из низов, простом моряке, добившемся успеха, о поиске места в жизни, муках творчества и муках любви. Герой этого во многом автобиографичного произведения проходит через тяжелые испытания и благодаря упорному труду и необъятной энергии превосходит своих учителей и меняет свою жизнь. Творческий дар становится пропуском Мартину Идену в высший свет. Отныне две цели неотступно стоят перед ним: слава писателя и обладание любимой женщиной. Только мечты непредсказуемы и коварны: неизвестно, когда они сбудутся и принесет ли это долгожданную радость.
Martin Eden is one of Jack London’s greatest works, a novel about a man of humble origin, a sailor who worked hard for his place under the sun. The novel shows his journey in finding success and his throes of creativity – and of love. The main character of this semi-autobiographical novel deals with though challenges and through hard work and bounds of energy he surpasses his teachers and turns his life around. Martin’s gift of creativity becomes his ticket to the life of high society. From now on, his dreams of being a famous writer and having the woman he loves are within his reach. But dreams can be unpredictable and treacherous – one can never know when they might come true, and if they even bring the long-awaited happiness in the end.
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Opinie, 2 opinie2
So optimictic at the beginning and so pessimistic at the end. Anyway, I spend some incredible evenings accompanied by the book
Its a good classic book. I like it, because the story of Martin is very close to real life. Its also can help to improve English, thats greate
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
He has no conscience. That alone will make him great.
In truth, they were children together, so far as love was concerned, and they were as naive and immature in the expression of their love as a pair of children, and this despite the fact that she was crammed with a university education and that his head was full of scientific philosophy and the hard facts of life.
This must be love, she thought, in the one rational moment that was vouchsafed her. If it was not love, it was too shameful.
He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living.