A day without a dark cloud. Almost a happy day. There were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days like that in his stretch. From the first clang of the rail to the last clang of the rail. Three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days. The three extra days were for leap years.
Aleksandr SolzhenitsynThe task of the artist is to sense more keenly than others the harmony of the world, the beauty and the outrage of what man has done to it, and poignantly to let people know.
Aleksandr SolzhenitsynI have always had that inner drive, since my birth. And I have always devoted myself gladly to work - to work and to the struggle.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn