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ANNA AKHMATOVA

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.” ― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

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IVAN KRAMSKOY – RUSSIAN PAINTER OF REAL LIFE

Ivan Kramskoy Portrait of the Philosopher Vladimir Solovyov, 1885 “The meaning and worth of love, as a feeling, is that it really forces us, with all our being, to acknowledge for ANOTHER the same absolute central significance which, because of the power of our egoism, we are conscious of only in our own selves. Love is important not as one of our feelings, but as the transfer of all our interest in life from ourselves to another, as the shifting of the very centre of our personal life. This...

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SYLVIA PLATH – LONELINESS

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship – but the loneliness of the...

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GRIGORY GLUCKMANN ~ THE DRESSING ROOM

A painting I love! Grigory Gluckmann, (Russia, 1898-1973) The Dressing Room

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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ WAKING DREAMS

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.” ― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems Anna Akhmatova. Slepnevo.1914

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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ IN THE EVENING

IN THE EVENING  BY ANNA AKHMATOVA The garden rang with music Of inexpressible despair. A dish of oysters spread on ice Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp. He told me: “I’m a faithful friend!”- And lightly touched my dress. How different from embraces The touch of those two hands. That’s how one strokes a cat or bird Or looks at slender lady riders… Just laughter in his quiet eyes, Beneath his light gold lashes. And the despondent voices of the violins Sing out beyond the hanging smoke: “Give...

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ANTON CHEKHOV ~ ON LIFE

“There will come a time when everybody will know why, for what purpose, there is all this suffering, and there will be no more mysteries. But now we must live.” —Anton Chekhov, The Three Sisters

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IVAN TURGENEV ~ GAMES OF THE MIND

“Moreover, probably owing to excessive self-consciousness, perhaps as the result of the generally unfortunate cast of my personality, there existed between my thoughts and feelings, and the expression of those feelings and thoughts, a sort of inexplicable, irrational, and utterly insuperable barrier; and whenever I made up my mind to overcome this obstacle by force, to break down this barrier, my gestures, the expression of my face, my whole being, took on an appearance of painful constraint. I not only seemed, I positively became unnatural and affected. I was...

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MIKHAIL BULGAKOV ~ THE EYES AND THE TRUTH

“The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You’re asked an unexpected question, you don’t even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas, has been disturbed by the question, and it rises up from the depths of your soul to flicker in your eyes and all is lost.” ― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and...

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ANTON CHEKHOV ~ HUMAN RELATIONS

“There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.” Anton Chekhov

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