Russian Love of Nature

The Puzzle

On this season of Pints With Jack, we’ve been reading through The Four Loves. In section on patriotism, Lewis says:

For some people, perhaps especially for Englishmen and Russians, what we call “the love of nature” is a permanent and serious sentiment.

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (Chapter 2)

I mentioned in the episode that, given the amount of ink spilt in praise of nature in prose and poetry, I could understand his comment about the English. However, while my exposure to Russian literature was more limited, I couldn’t recall noticing the same fascination. 

Paging Dr. Downing…

Given his knowledge of literature and Lewis’ personal library, I reached out to Dr. David Downing at the Wade Center, asking if he could shed any light on this.

He replied that the main Russian writer Lewis knew and admired was Leo Tolstoy. Here is what he wrote about War and Peace in a letter to his friend Arthur Greeves:

The most interesting thing that has happened to me since I last wrote is reading War and Peace—at least I am now in the middle of the 4th and last volume so I think, bar accidents, I am pretty sure to finish it. It has completely changed my view of novels.

Hitherto I had always looked on them as rather a dangerous form— I mean dangerous to the health of literature as a whole. I thought that the strong “narrative lust”—the passionate itch to “see what happened in the end”—which novels aroused, necessarily injured the taste for other, better, but less irresistible, forms of literary pleasure: and that the growth of novel reading largely explained the deplorable division of readers into low-brow and high-brow—the low being simply those who had learned to expect from books this “narrative lust,” from the time they began to read, and who had thus destroyed in advance their possible taste for better things. I also thought that the intense desire which novels rouse in us for “happiness” of the chief characters (no one feels that way about Hamlet or Othello) and the selfishness with which this happiness is concerned, were thoroughly bad….

Tolstoy, in this book, has changed all that. I have felt everywhere—in a sense—you will know what I mean—that sublime indifference to the life or death, success or failure, of the chief characters, which is not a blank indifference at all, but almost like submission to the will of God. Then the variety of it. The war parts are just the best descriptions of war ever written: all the modern war books are milk and water to this: then the rural parts—lovely pictures of village life and of religious festivals in which the relations between the peasants and the nobles almost make you forgive feudalism: the society parts, in which I was astonished to find so much humor—

C.S. Lewis to Arthur Greeves (29th March 1931)

He pointed out that, in the last last paragraph, Lewis expresses his admiration for Tolstoy’s depictions of rural life and its closeness to nature.

Also, while he doubted whether Lewis read them, Dr. Downing mentioned that one also sees the Russian love of nature in Turgenev’s Sportsman’s Sketches, as well as in the poetry of Pushkin.

Thanks Dr. Downing!

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After working as a Software Engineer in England for several years, David moved to the United States in 2008, where he settled in San Diego. Then, in 2020 he married his wife, Marie, and moved to La Crosse, Wisconsin. Together they have a son, Alexander, who is adamant that Narnia should be read publication order.

2 Comments

  1. Hi David,

    Perhaps Jack read Russian poetry… The Birdlet by Alexander Pushkin

    God’s birdlet knows
    Nor care, nor toil;
    Nor weaves it painfully
    An everlasting nest.
    Thro’ the long night on the twig it slumbers;
    When rises the red sun
    Birdie listens to the voice of God
    And it starts, and it sings.
    When Spring, Nature’s Beauty,
    And the burning summer have passed,
    And the fog, and the rain,
    By the late fall are brought,
    Men are wearied, men are grieved,
    But birdie flies into distant lands,
    Into warm climes, beyond the blue sea:
    Flies away until the spring.

    To which Jack answered…

    I heard in Addison’s Walk a bird sing clear:
    This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.

    Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
    This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas.

    This year time’s nature will no more defeat you,
    Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.

    This time they will not lead you round and back
    To Autumn, one year older, by the well-worn track.

    This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
    We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.

    Often deceived, yet open once again your heart,
    Quick, quick, quick, quick!—the gates are drawn apart.

    I think Jack loved nature just as much as Pushkin. It may have been his first steps into conversion. ‘Twas nature who drew me to God. Birds and roses, and all that knoweth without a thought or reason why.

  2. Evgueni Terekhin on Facebook also said:

    Interesting quote on the love of Nature shared by the Englishmen and Russians. There’s one other author widely popular in Russia for his exquisite descriptions of Nature. His passages were part of the school carriculum back in the Soviet times. His name is Mikhail Prishvin.

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