January 2010
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How nice it is to be able to verify with one’s own eyes the success of our...
– Tchaikovsky in a letter to Nadezhda von Meck, 19/31 May 1886, from Paris, from the great Tchaikovsky Research.
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My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials...
– Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time
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To believe in God is not hard. Inquisitors, Byron and Arakcheev believed in Him....
– Anton Chekhov
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The vocation of every man and woman is to serve other people.
– Tolstoy, What Is To Be Done?
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Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women.
– Lev Tolstoy, War and Peace (Part One, IV) (via byronic)
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The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.
– Aleksandr Pushkin,The Hero ll. 64-65, quoted in Gooseberries by Anton Chekhov.
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If once we admit, be it for a single hour or in a single instance, that there...
– Tolstoy (via loveandzombies)
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In the course of reading he became more and more melancholy and finally became...
– Gogol on Alexander Pushkin in Four Letters Concerning Dead Souls (1843).
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The Dream
In noon’s blaze in a dale of Dagestan, A bullet in my breast, my body lay. My wound was deep and fresh with rising smoke. My blood was dripping drop by drop away. I lay alone upon the valley sands. Clustered above my head, the cliffs were steep With yellowed summits scorched beneath the sun That now scorched me—but I was dead asleep. And in my dream I saw a feast back home With torches set for...
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If it is so painful to love and to be charged with this electric current, how...
– Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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We all come out from Gogol’s ‘Overcoat’.
– Dostoyevsky, assuming Gogol’s influence at russian literature. (via dostoyevsky)