{"quotes":[{"text":"Some say God is living there [in space]. I was looking around very attentively, but I did not see anyone there. I did not detect either angels or gods....I don't believe in God. I believe in man - his strength, his possibilities, his reason.","author":"Gherman Titov","tags":["astronaut","atheism","atheist","cosmonaut","mankind","reason","russian","space","strength"],"id":17836,"author_id":"Gherman+Titov"},{"text":"We are living in an artificial world—a world of fantasies and illusions. We've learned beautiful phrases but haven't learned yet how to carry out that little bit that we know. Our brains are stuffed with quotations, while at the same time nine out of ten of these dogmas are incomprehensible, murky, or lies. Which are worthwhile and which are not? Yes, I must stop being false before others and myself. How simple it all seems! But how do I do this? Let just a little time pass, and then we may understand—only the simplest, honorable acts determine the value of a man. Only I myself can and must help myself to become an adult.","author":"Boris Gorbachevsky","tags":["eastern-front","german","memoir","russian","soldier","wwii"],"id":24398,"author_id":"Boris+Gorbachevsky"},{"text":"The bast, dispersing in shreds in the sunset whispered 'Time has begun.' The son, Adam, stripped naked, descended into the Old Testament of his native land and arrayed himself in bast; a wreath of roadside field grass he placed upon his brow, a staff, not a switch, he pulled from the ground, flourishing the birch branch like a sacred palm. On the road he stood like a guard. The dust-gray road ran into the sunset. And a crow perched there, perched and croaked, there where the celestial fire consumed the earth.There were blind men along the dust-gray road running into the twilight. Antique, crooken, they trailed along, lonely and sinister silhouettes, holding to one another and to their leader's cane. They were raising dust. One was beard-less, he kept squinting. Another, a little old man with a protruding lip, was whispering and praying. A third, covered with red hair, frowned. Their backs were bent, their heads bowed low, their arms extended to the staff. Strange it was to see this mute procession in the terrible twilight. They made their way immutable, primordial, blind. Oh, if only they could open their eyes, oh if only they were not blind! Russian Land, awake!And Adam, rude image of the returned king, lowered the birch branch to their white pupils. And on them he laid his hands, as, groaning and moaning they seated themselves in the dust and with trembling hands pushed chunks of black bread into their mouths. Their faces were ashen and menacing, lit with the pale light of deadly clouds. Lightning blazed, their blinded faces blazed. Oh, if only they opened their eyes, oh, if only they saw the light!Adam, Adam, you stand illumined by lightnings. Now you lay the gentle branch upon their faces. Adam, Adam, say, see, see! And he restores their sight.But the blind men turning their ashen faces and opening their white eyes did not see. And the wind whispered 'Thou art behind the hill.' From the clouds a fiery veil began to shimmer and died out. A little birch murmured, beseeching, and fell asleep. The dusk dispersed at the horizon and a bloody stump of the sunset stuck up. And spotted with brilliant coals glowing red, the bast streamed out from the sunset like a striped cloak. On the waxen image of Adam the field grass wreaths sighed fearfully giving a soft whistle and the green dewy clusters sprinkled forth fiery tears on the blind faces of the blind. He knew what he was doing, he was restoring their sight.('Adam').","author":"Andrei Bely","tags":["blind","madness","messiah-complex","russia","russian","sunset"],"id":25495,"author_id":"Andrei+Bely"},{"text":"‎I was cursed with the pessimism of both the Russians and the Jews two of the gloomiest tribes in the world. Still if there wasn't greatness in me maybe I had the talent to recognize it in others even in the most irritating others.","author":"David Benioff","tags":["city-of-thieves","history","inspirational","jewish","jews","pessimism","russia","russian","story","world-war-ii","ww2"],"id":42726,"author_id":"David+Benioff"},{"text":"That is the way we decided to talk, free and easy, two young men discussing a boxing match. That was the only way to talk. You couldn't let too much truth seep into your conversation, you couldn't admit with your mouth what your eyes had seen. If you opened the door even a centimeter, you would smell the rot outside and hear the screams. You did not open the door. You kept your mind on the tasks of the day, the hunt for food and water and something to burn, and you saved the rest for the end of the war.","author":"David Benioff","tags":["city-of-thieves","history","inspirational","jewish","jews","pessimism","russia","russian","story","world-war-ii","ww2"],"id":60731,"author_id":"David+Benioff"},{"text":"Oh, he understood very well that for the meek soul of a simple Russian, exhausted by grief and hardship and, above all, by constant injustice and sin, his own or the world's, there was no stronger need than to find a holy shrine or a saint to prostrate himself before and to worship.","author":"Fyodor Dostoyevsky","tags":["injustice","russian","saint","soul","worship"],"id":60786,"author_id":"Fyodor+Dostoyevsky"},{"text":"And then that mouth was speaking Russian, rough, sexy, sweet nothings that drove her wild. Forced out all common sense. His mouth trailed her jaw, delivering little nips and hot licks to her neck.“Bella”—something in Russian—“Bella”—more Russian—“Bella.” As if one language was inadequate to express how she affected him.","author":"Kate Meader","tags":["chicago-rebels","kate-meader","kissing","russian","so-over-you"],"id":66066,"author_id":"Kate+Meader"},{"text":"Now life is given in exchange for pain and fear, and that's the basis of the whole deception. Now man is still not what he should be. There will e a new man, happy and proud. Whoever doesn't care whether he lives or doesn't live, he himself will be God. And that other God will no longer be.''So, that other God does exist, in your opinion?''He doesn't exist, but he does exist. In the stone there' no pain, but in the fear of the stone there is pain. God is the pain of the fear of death. Whoever conquers pain and fear will himself become God.","author":"Fyodor Dostoyevsky","tags":["classics","death","demons","dostoyevsky","fyodor-dostoyevsky","god","russia","russian","russian-lit","russian-literature","suicide"],"id":75901,"author_id":"Fyodor+Dostoyevsky"},{"text":"No, my family is Russian, Georgian, via Ellis Island.","author":"Mitch Kapor","tags":["island","russian","ellis "],"id":77360,"author_id":"Mitch+Kapor"},{"text":"Stop smiling as if we'd been acquainted with you for ages!' #VeronicaLedyanova. #ItalianPassion.","author":"OlgaGOA","tags":["book","book","book-worm","books","english","italian","italian-literature","italy","love","lovequotes","passion","rome","russia","russian","russian-literature","saintpetersburg"],"id":82596,"author_id":"OlgaGOA"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":49,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}