By Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol
»Julafton led mot sitt slut. Den klara vinternatten bröt in. Stjärnorna tindrade och månen höjde sig majestätiskt på himlen att lysa för de goda människorna världen runt.«
»Kejsarinnans tofflor« är ett strålande prov på sydryskt berättarlynne och sydrysk fantasi och »Berättelsen om hur Ivan Ivanovitj och Ivan Nikiforovitj blev ovänner» är i sin burleska humor och saftiga realism ett klassiskt verk i rysk litteratur, ett av den ryska humorns stora mästerverk. Tillsammans ger de båda ett karaktäristiskt prov på Gogols folklivsberättelser.
Nikolaj Gogol (1809-1852) är den verklige banbrytaren i rysk litteratur. Det var han som först vågade bryta med den romantiska skolan och företräda en realistisk linje, vilket skulle skänka betydande impulser åt en lång rad av efterföljare, bland dem Turgenjev, Dostojevskij, Tjechov och Gorkij.
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