257 Quotes About Russian

The first ray -- as the blessing of the Lord --Across the face of the beloved did creep,Who, sleeping, went a little pale,And then again more tightly went to sleep.It seemed that warmth of ray of sunAppeared to him just like a kiss.And long with these my lips I have not touchedThe tan strong shoulder or the dear lips.And now, the deceased spirits in my longDisconsolate wandering along the way,I am now flying toward him as a songAnd I caress him with a morning ray.

At the time of the Russian emancipation, about 20 percent of the Russian population lived in serfdom. In the United States at this time, about 10 percent of the population lived in slavery.

Real cybersecurity means that your Security Operations team is consistently pen testing your network with the same stealth and sophistication as the Russian nation state, the same desperation as China’s 13th Five Year Plan, the same inexhaustible energy of the Cyber Caliphate and the same greed and ambition for monetary payoff as a seasoned cyber-criminal gang.

Any government which fears freedom of speech and expression, should fear the internet more.

Whether to look for you on earth --I don't know if you're dead or you live --Or about you in the eveningI should for you, departed, grieve.All is for you: and the daily prayerAnd the sleeplessness' swooning flameAnd the white flock of my poemsAnd my eyes' blue violent flame.No one was dearer to me, no one,No one left me this bereft,Not even he who betrayed me to torment,Not even he who caressed, then left.

He was jealous, fearful and tender,He loved me like God's only light,And that she not sing of the past timesHe killed my bird colored white.He said, in the lighthouse at sundown:"Love me, laugh and write poetry!"And I buried the joyous songbirdBehind a round well near a tree.I promised that I would not mourn her.But my heart turned to stone without choice,And it seems to me that everywhereAnd always I'll hear her sweet voice.

I have ceased and desisted from smilingThe frosty wind chills lips - say so longTo one hope of which will be lesser,Instead there will be one more song.And this song, without my volition,I will give out for laughter and parable,For this that the silence of loveIs to me simply unbearable.

I followed the words of the famous Russian proverb: Doveryai, no proveryai (or, in English, 'Trust, but verify').

If I wanted to imprison someone until the end of days, would it not be best to use a prison that he has no desire to escape?