"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."

Fyodor DostoyevskyThe Idiot
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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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"Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be."

— Anton Chekhov
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By evening and by night there are no longer houses in Petersburg: there are six-storeyed stone ships. A solitary six-storeyed world, the ship drifts over the stone waves amid the other solitary six-storeyed worlds; the ship glitters with the lights of countless cabins in the mutinous stone ocean of streets. And, of course, there are not tenants in the cabins: there are passengers. Ship-wise, they are all known, yet not known, one to another; they are all citizens of a six-storeyed republic beleaguered by the night ocean.

Yevgeny Zamyatin: Mamai (1920)

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Ilya Glazunov,  Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky

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Я сжечь ее хотел, колдунью злую,
Но у нее нашлись прокляные слова,
И увидал ее опять живую,
Вся в пламени и в искрах голова.

И говорит она: «Я не сгорела, —
Восстановил огонь мою красу.
Огнем упитанное тело
Я от костра к волшебству унесу.

Перебегая, гаснет пламя в складках
Моих магических одежд.
Безумен ты! В моих загадках
Ты не найдешь своих надежд».

Фёдор Сологуб

I wanted to burn her, the wicked witch,
But she found cursèd words —
I saw her, alive again,
Her head wreathed in flame and sparks.

And she said: “I did not burn —
The fire only renewed my beauty.
I take my fire-nourished flesh
From the bonfire to my sorcery.

The licking flame expires
In the folds of my magic garments.
You are mad! You will not find
Your hopes in my enigmas.”

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akhmatova museum

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