Quotes about Russian lit

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Margarita was never short of money. She could buy whatever she liked. Her husband had plenty of interesting friends. Mar — Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
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 — Fyodor Dostoyevsky
In nothing is the difference between the Americans and the Soviets so marked as in the attitude, not only toward writers — John Steinbeck, A Russian Journal
The flower, as he saw it, ruled over evil; it absorbed in itself all innocently shed blood (that is why it is so red) al — Vsevolod Garshin
Since the moment when, at the sight of his beloved and dying brother, Levin for the first time looked at the questions o — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Vronsky meanwhile, in spite of the complete fulfilment of what he had so long desired, was not completely happy. He soon — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
God save us from seeing a Russian revolt, senseless and merciless. Those who plot impossible upheavals among us, are eit — Alexander Pushkin, The Captain's Daughter and Other Stories
Seeing that I would never manage to fall asleep, I arose, lit a candle, and after dressing went outside.Beneath the dull — Boris Sadovskoy, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
And it has always been a mystery, and I've marveled a thousand times at this ability of man (and, it seems, of the Russi — Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I believe you!' the artiste exclaimed finally and extinguishes his gaze. 'I do! These eyes are not lying! How many times — Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
Nezhdanov's heart began to beat violently and he lowered his eyes involuntarily. This girl, who had fallen in love with — Ivan Turgenev, Virgin Soil
[P]erhaps the burrows in which our lives were spent really were dark and dirty, and perhaps we ourselves were well suite — Victor Pelevin
Son: Father, you are my father. You sired me. I have sired no one because I left the primordial. I left you, I studied, — Andrei Bely, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology