257 Quotes About Russian
- Author Anna Akhmatova
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The early chills are most pleasant to me.Torment releases me when I come there.Mysterious, dark places of habitation --Are storehouses of labor and prayer.The calm and confident lovingI can't surmount in this side of mine:A drop of Novgorod blood inside meIs like a piece of ice in foamy wine.And this can not in any way be corrected,She has not been melted by great heat,And what ever I began to glory --You, quiet one, shine before me yet.
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- Author Paolo Rumiz
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I repeat the names of the cardinal points in Russian: sever, north, desolate asperity of the Gulag; yug, south, a funnel that sucks you down toward the bottom; vostok, east, like the launch of a catapult; and zapad, west, the sound of falling head over heels.
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- Author Nikolai Chernyshevsky
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¡Muere, pero no des un beso sin amor!
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- Author Nissan Shor
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החבורה מתחילה לשיר ביחד ״גאפי בירת׳דיי טו יו״.
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- Author Евгения Некрасова
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Лучше не думать, не вспоминать, не представлять, а делать.
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- Author Richard Pipes
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The lives of the great majority of Russians are uncommonly personal, which makes them excellent friends and poor citizens.
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- Author Anna Akhmatova
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I don't know if you're alive or dead.Can you on earth be sought,or only when the sunsets fadebe mourned secretly in my thought?All is for you: the daily prayer,the sleepless heat at night,and of my verses, the whiteflock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured me more, noteven the one who betrayed me to torture,not even the one who caressed me and forgot.
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- Author Anna Akhmatova
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He loved three things alone:White peacocks, evensong,old maps of America.He hated children crying,and raspberry jam with his tea,and womanish hysteria....And then he married me.1911
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- Author Anna Akhmatova
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The Last ToastI drink to our demolished hose,to all this wickedness,to you, our loneliness together,I raise my glass - And to the dead-cold eyes,the lie that has betrayed us,the coarse, brutal world, the factthat God has not saved us.1934
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