Mother Russia is on the move, she can't stand still, she's restless and can't find rest, she's talking and she can't stop.

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.

The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.

What you don't understand is that it is possible to be an atheist, it is possible not to know if God exists or why He should, and yet to believe that man does not live in a state of nature but in history, and that history as we know it now began with Christ, it was founded by Him on the Gospels.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.