"And thus,
enormous,
I stood hunched by the window,
and my brow melted the glass.
What will it be: love or no love?
And what kind of love:
big or minute?
How could a body like this have a big love?
It should be a teeny-weeny,
humble, little love;
a love that shies at the hooting of cars,
that adores the bells of horse-trams."


— Vladimir Mayakovsky, A Cloud in Trousers (excerpt), trans. George Reavey (via mayakovsky)
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Savva Brodsky - Illustrations to Nikolai Gogol’s “The Overcoat”

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Konstantin Somov - Book of marquise. Illustration, 1918. 

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"What’s more, the awareness I have that no matter how ridiculous and humiliated I may seem, there lies within me that treasure of strength which will someday make them all change their opinion of me, this awareness — almost since the humiliated years of my childhood — then constituted the only source of my life, my light and my dignity, my weapon and my consolation, otherwise I might have killed myself while still a child."

— Dostoevsky, The Adolescent
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"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths."

— Alexander Pushkin, The Hero ll. 64-65.
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"We must never forget that human motives are generally far more complicated than we are apt to suppose, and that we can very rarely accurately describe the motives of another."

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"The bourgeoisie loves so-called “positive” types and novels with happy endings since they lull one into thinking that it is fine to simultaneously acquire capital and maintain one’s innocence, to be a beast and still be happy."

Anton Chekhov, in a letter to A.S. Suvorin. (April 13, 1895)
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Natalia Goncharova - Illustration to the Tale of Tsar Saltan by Alexander Pushkin, 1921. 

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"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 Margarita
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"Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others."

— Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time
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