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Lvov: I need to have a candid talk with you, Nikolay Alekseyevich.
Ivanov: Doctor, if we're going to have a candid talk every day, I haven't the strength for it.
Perry Johansson.
"Who Remembers the Armenians?"
I remember them
and I ride the nightmare bus with them
each night
and my coffee, this morning
I'm drinking it with them
You, murderer -
Who remembers you?
The depreciation of the rouble keeps me awake at night, Dmitri Fyodorovitch; people don't know that side of me
Do you know where to find a party or something?"
"I'm Adrian Ivashkov," I declared. "The parties find me.
Aleksar Greene was a boy I used to play with. He was my imaginary friend.
Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov
I'm Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect?
Dostoevsky's hero is not an objectified image but an autonomous discourse, pure voice; we do not see him, we hear him;
Vyshinsky: And your occupation?
Over the weekend, Vladimir Putin scored eight goals during a hockey game. It happened just after he had the goalie executed.
Boris Nemtsov, left his mark on the history of Russia, in politics and public life. He worked on important positions in the difficult transition period for our country. He always openly and honestly stated his position, defended his point of view.
Read the vladimir tod series
Your slave and enemy,
D.Karamazov
If you love Russia, you have to love Godunov.
Everything seemed pleasant and easy to Nikolai during the first part of his stay in Voronezh and, as generally happens when a man is in a pleasant state of mind, everything went well and easily. p 1128
Sergei doesn't yearn for love ... he thirsts for domination, and now he has finally achieved it.
God-fucking-damn but he was seriously good-looking. "Have you ever had the stuffed pancakes here? They're evil. I highly recommend them."
"Heh. The cop is recommending evil," I said. "Too funny."
To my surprise, Ivanov chuckled. "You've discovered my dark side.
After hearing that he has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, Putin said, 'Tell me who the other nominees are - and I will eliminate them.'
[Ivan: ] " ... you haven't let the lack of half-marks stop you. Or the rules. Or respect for reality, as afar as I can tell."
[Miles:] "I never let anything stop me. That's how you get what you want, Ivan. No one's going to just hand it to you.
No harm in listening. Alexei's a child, not a wizard. We don't lose control of our brains by listening.
Brock was up front with him, cuddling Alexei's beloved dog, Harry
Bryzgalov isn't just a running comedy act. He's one of the league's most thoughtful players and the fact that he offers the insight he does in his second language is something he'll never get enough credit for.
I don't regret loving you, Nikolai
Being around Nikolai was always like this, watching him shift and change, revealing secrets as he went. He reminded me of the wooden nesting dolls I'd played with as a child. Except instead of getting smaller, he just kept getting grander and more mysterious.
I love you Anastasia
I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It's frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It's as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can't get you out.
I'm an Igor, thur. We don't athk quethtionth."
"Really? Why not?"
"I don't know, thur. I didn't athk.
Lenin, the greatest man of action in our century and at the same time the most selfless.
I'm one-fourth Tatar and three-fourths Bashkirian.
Let me give you a piece of advice: Leo Tolstoy is not the only human being on this planet. Yet all I ever hear you talking about is Leo Tolstoy ...
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Courage, Alexander.....
Courage, Tatiana
Dimitri Belikov had arrived.
I know him. He's a hot chilli pepper, just like me!
(on Valeri Bojinov)
Ivan Lendl is a robot, a solitary, mechanical man who lives with his dogs behind towering walls at his estate in Connecticut. A man who so badly wants to have a more human image that he's having surgery to remove the bolts from his neck.
I'm very pleased to introduce the world to Adrian and Sydney Ivashkov.
Don't take your hands off me even once tonight. (Vlad)
Ah, this is more like it. Tchaikovsky,
Neither Imperial Russia, nor the Russia of the Soviets needs me. They don't understand me. I am a stranger to them. I'm certain Rembrandt loves me.
RUSSIAN, n. A person with a Caucasian body and a Mongolian soul. A Tartar Emetic.
I know him by another name. His real one is Slem, not uncommon for men of his generation. It stands for Stalin Lenin Engels Marx. He's always making up new names for himself
wouldn't you?
After his brother. He suddenly noticed that Ivan swayed
Vladimir leaned forward. Never dilute vodka. Is sin.
I've always been astonished by how wonderful he [Timur Bekmambetov] makes something look for so little. I think he shoots action like no one else.
What is his name?-- Jane Austen
Adrian's new research partner stepped through the door, and I knew the uneasy peace we'd just established in Palm Springs was about to shatter.
Dimitri Belikov had arrived.
I want you to know my name.
The name I was given, not the title I took for myself.
Will you have it?
"Yes"
"Aleksander
Hold onto your dicks."
"We don't all have dicks, dickhead," Kasyanov muttered.
I was sure seeing pictures of Dimitri as a little boy would rip my heart out.
Alexander to Tatiana: I love you as much as it is possible for a man to love a woman.
Your Imperial Highness, will you do me the honor of this dance?" I turned to see Miechen's twelve-year-old son, Boris Vladimirovich, looking at me solemnly.
"Of course," I said with a polite curtsy. Angels and ministers of grace, defend me.
Vyacheslav and Marina chose a generic name designed to be devoid of meaning: BOHdVF260602. Although the name seems meaningless, BOHdVF260602 stands for "Biological Object Human descendant of the Voronins and Frolovas, born on June 26, 2002.
Who can guarantee that he [Alexander Milinkevich, a Belarussian opposition presidential candidate] is the most promising candidate capable of competing with the incumbent president?
Scratch a Russian, and you'll find a peasant.
And so my child and I came to this place to meet him eye to eye and face to face. He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced. We never knew what friends we had, until we came to Leningrad.
Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.
I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy.
Right, enough talk. I think it's time Mister Vassikin was introduced to my friend, Mister Fist.
Russia's Vladimir Putin appeared in public for the first time after a mysterious 10-day absence. Putin said it took him that long to recover from the finale of 'The Bachelor.'
There is not, and never was, a greater man than Emil Zatopek.
As a good actor reflects in himself the movements and voice of others, so Vassilyev could reflect in his soul the sufferings of others. When he saw tears, he wept; beside a sick
Hurrah for Karamazov!
the Kamchatka Peninsula." "What do you say?" "We're betting if the man and the picture matched, neither was Kyle Donovan." Jake's eyes narrowed. "Bad news." "For Donovan, certainly. He probably got that chunk of Mother Russia they offered you. But bad for us? We don't know.
It is a pity that my collection of trophies contains not a single Russian.
name is Markos, he said. But call me Marco.
Dimitri held up a car seat with one hand, which was almost comical. "We can go whenever you're ready. Lana gave us this and swears it's easy to install."
Rose laughed at that. "Oh, this I've got to see, comrade. Dimitri Belikov, badass god, installing a baby's car seat.
Let me give you a piece of advice: Leo Tolstoy is not the only human being on this planet. Yet all I ever hear you talking about is Leo Tolstoy ...
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Vladimir Putin had once been known as Vlad Tepes, or Vlad the Impaler, the inspiration for Dracula. And that he had also, in fact, been Grigori Rasputin before the Russian Revolution of 1917.
One of the men, heavyset and balding, making a cruel joke about Putin.
A man like Dmitry was never irate. His coldness was only reflected in the manner in which he destroyed.
Welcome to the First International Red Fighting Brigade of the Moscow Metropolitan in the name of Ernesto Che Guevara!
Nobody writes like Nabokov; nobody ever will. What I would give to write one sentence like Vladimir!
How did I get into this mess? Miles isn't even here. -Ivan
He was only thirty-eight. His body was clean, well-fed, and benign. He had all his teeth. A fresh Armenian joke stirred in his head like a child in its mother's womb. He thought life was wonderful.
Known as a negative player, Karpov sets up deep traps and creates moves that seem to allow his opponent possibilities - but that really don't. He takes no chances, and he gives his opponents nothing. He's a trench-warfare fighter who keeps the game moving just an inch at a time.
hear him laughing. Perhaps this was the moment to mention Vasili Yenkov. He opened his desk drawer and took out Yenkov's KGB file. He picked up a folder of documents for Khrushchev to sign, then he hesitated. He was
Kosykh: What the hell ... is there really no one even to talk to? We might as well be living in Australia: no common interests, no solidarity ... Everyone lives separate lives ... But I must go ... it's time. [Takes his cap.] Time is precious. [Gives Lebedev his hand.] I pass!
[Dmitry Bilozerchev] is a genius of gymnastics.
Dostoevsky's hero is not only a discourse about himself and his immediate environment, but also a discourse about the world; he is not only cognizant, but an ideologist as well. The
Albert tin. Why're
Any man's greatness is a tribute to the nobility of all mankind, so when we celebrate the genius of [Leo] Tolstoy, we say, "Look! One of our boys made it! Look what we're capable of!"
The biggest nationalist in Russia: that's me.
It has always been Oscar Peterson. He is my Rachmaninoff.
Old Molotov was asked if he dreamed about Stalin: "Not often but sometimes. The circumstances are very unusual. I'm in some sort of destroyed city and I can't find a way out. Afterwards, I meet HIM ... "1
In this life or the next, I hold you to your promise Mikhail Ivelitsch.
FYODOR MIKHAYLOVICH DOSTOYEVSKY was born in Moscow in 1821, the second of a physician's seven children. When
In short, we can see Karpov as an exploiter of other people's ideas. His ability to use these ideas is not at issue, but he himself is about as fertile as a woman who has been sterilized is.
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.
To Moscow, to Moscow, to Moscow!
VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!
You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri." A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. "So I had to come back for you ... husband.
If I was going to shoot you, we wouldn't be having this conversation. What's your name?" The Italian lifted his head enough to meet Sergei's gaze. "Who wants to know?" Sergei rolled his eyes. "The guy who's going to decide whether you wake up tomorrow in a hospital, a jail cell, or a morgue." He
Strange though it is,Sarov still cares about you. He told me to leave you alone. But I think, this time, I must disobey the general. You are mine! And I intend to make you suffer ... "
"Just talking to you makes me suffer," Alex said.
meinstein n. My son, the genius.
A Russian who uses his imagination is done for. I certainly never use mine.
Russia! Russia ... Everything in you is open, desolate and level; your squat towns barely protrude in the midst of the plains like dots, like counters; there is nothing to tempt or enchant the onlooker's gaze. But what is this inscrutable, mysterious force that draws me to you?
Dostoevsky was my literary idol for a long time.
Why did you call that man Alexander?
But Dimitri ... well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else's, and he was using them all in defense of me.
"Stay back," he ordered me. "They aren't laying a hand on you.
Peter. Peter Kavinsky. Even saying his name is a remembered pleasure, something to savor, like a piece of chocolate dissolving on my tongue.