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When my father was born, it was part of the Austro-Hungarian empire. When I was born, it was Lithuania. When I left, it was Hungary. It is difficult to say where I come from.
Russian vodka is OK if you need to clean the oven. For drinking, it must henceforth be Polish.
German in the most extravagantly ugly language - it sounds like someone using a sick bag on a 747.
You can't imagine what the Russian alphabet looks like. It's no wonder people are illiterate.
Although I don't examine myself in this respect, I would say, off the top of my head, that I've come to acknowledge my Czechness more as I get older.
I'm one-fourth Tatar and three-fourths Bashkirian.
Romania are more Portuguese than German.
Semmelweis reflex. They
Thank you, I thought fervently. Thank you, Slavic forebears, ye heavily into consonants. Ye fans of high-scoring Scrabble tiles. Ye who boldly dropped z's where no z's had been dropped before. I appreciate it.
I love to cook and I've cooked a lot of Bulgarian food over the years.
Dukhoborcheskaya
I'm Polish, I carry no grudges.
I do not have voice for Russian music; I cannot be cute little peasant like in operas of Glinka or Rimsky-Korsakov. I am now never in Russia; I am Austrian citizen. But definitely I am Latin!
The Italians have voices like peacocks - German gives me a cold in the head - and Russian is nothing but sneezing
My father, a Russian translator, wanted to distinguish me by calling me Misha, the Russian diminutive of his name, Michael. My name and work as a writer specialising in the Balkans has created a myth that I have Slavic connections, but actually I am British.
I thought they spoke Russian in the Ukraine." "Well, yes. Depends what part of Ukraine. They're not so different languages, the two.
It is a pity that my collection of trophies contains not a single Russian.
The Czechs are downright crazy about mushrooms! In late summer and autumn, a foreigner might even get the impression that the number of sponge-hunting Czechs roaming about in the forests with a punnet largely exceeds the possible number of mushrooms.
The new European Soviet.
This mixture of Polish, not Polish, of being European, gives me a perspective to see Poland through "new eyes" - paradoxically, more closely ... because it's from a kind of distance.
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Yiddish is a cheerful language of not so happy people.
Czech Republics worst pick up line: What's a nice place like this doing around a women like you?
My tastes are Viennese.
Maktub" (It is written.)
RUSSIAN, n. A person with a Caucasian body and a Mongolian soul. A Tartar Emetic.
Well, it's the Czech Republic now, but more specifically Prague. I went there when I was 12.
Spring and summer 1942 was probably the worst period of internal terror in Slovakia. It was also the time of mass deportation of Slovak Jews to the extermination camps in Poland.
He used to be a German, but he completely recovered.
I definitely feel Russian inside, even when I'm in America I feel Russian.
Czechoslovakia has ceased to exist.
I'm German in my mind, but from a Germany that doesn't exist any more.
I know my own heart to be entirely English.
The most satisfying of languages, Latin.
Russian is a very deceptive language, because it looks easy at first: it's like setting out for a gentle stroll and realizing that you've committed yourself to scaling Himalayan peaks.
It feels very good to sing in Russian. It feels so good inside my body.
It is typically Norwegian to be good
I study hard at Russian, which is a tough but most attractive language.
I go to Prague every year if I can, value my relationships there like gold, and feel myself in a sense Czech, with all their hopes and needs. They are a people I not only love, but admire.
Disgusting Serbs, get out!
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars ...
To be the child of immigrants from Eastern Europe is in itself a special kind of experience; and an important one to an author. He has heard two languages through childhood, the one spoken with ease at home, and the other spoken with ease in the streets and at school, but spoken poorly at home.
Many people thought I would never succeed, because I am so Russian. So Russian, hundred percent.
I'm half-Italian and half-Polish. So I'm always putting a hit out on myself.
If people are rude in Moscow, at least it's in Russian.
Half-French, half-Greek, one hundred percent grade A asshole.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
I have a good ear for languages.
Well, I'm English.
A feast of languages
Everyone is from Russia. Sometimes I think I'm from Russia, too. All these new Ovas. I don't know anyone. I don't really recognise anyone. That's just how it is. I think my name must be Williamsova.
Kalevala, whereas
Mom spoke to us in Swiss when we were little.
A Czech could either work for the Germans, or work for the Germans.
I'm Italian, but some people think I'm Jewish because I work the Yiddish. I also work the Italian, by the way.
Born in St. Petersburg, Russia, my wife speaks five languages: Russian, English, French, Italian and, out of self-defense, Spanish. I watched her learn Spanish in three months.
It's not enough to have talent, you also have to be Hungarian.
It is my great good luck the words I use are English words, which means I live in a very old nation of open borders; a rich, deep, multi-layered, promiscuous universe, infused with Latin, German, French, Greek, Arabic and countless other tongues.
You know my last name, but I didn't catch yours." "Danko," she said. Then, anticipating his next question: "My dad is from Slovakia." "That's near Kansas, right?
Yossarian!!!(?)!
Albanian dogs go "ham ham." In Catalan, dogs go "bup bup." The Chinese dogs say "wang wang," the Greek dogs go "gav gav," the Slovenians "hov hov," and the Ukrainians "haf haf." In Iceland, it's "voff," in Indonesia, it's "gong gong," and in Italian, it's "bau bau.
I couldn't be certain, but I think Rose swore in Russian.
Speaks cheerful English and in the past has written this language with a paintbrush that talks.
German? I don't know what that means ... we don't say that in America
Latin, Greek, and English, plus a smattering of Italian and fucking French." "Fucking French, you say? Well . . ." "Oui," said I, in perfect fucking French.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
not Rom. They're Russian. Slavs, I believe." "But she does fortune-telling.
My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.
She is written in a foreign tongue.
How do you say 'delicious' in Cuban?
Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters, and a German sense of humour.
He opened his eyes and whispered to me. "Kind of incredible. She is you, she is your mother, your father, your country." He kissed her head and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"She is Poland.
Polish comes from the cities; wisdom from the desert.
There are Russians, and then there are Russian ballerinas from the Kirov.
I come from Brazil, which is a Portuguese speaking part of the continent.
If his Russian was music, his English was murder.
To God I speak Spanish, to women Italian, to men French, and to my horse - German.
'Gaydamak' in Turkish means a fighter. That's me.
Scratch a Russian, and you'll find a peasant.
I am equally proud of my Serbian origin and my Croatian fatherland.
Dutch isn't easy for the outsider to learn, because it's spoken from the back of the throat at the trigger spot for the gag reflex.
I am a Slavic musician and it is deeply inside of me.
If somebody knows me, they know for sure I'm from Poland because I'm playing for my country every tournament, every match. I'm staying in my hometown and my home country because that is where I feel comfortable. I feel good there.
I can speak Esperanto like a native.
My father's father came from Russia; my mother came from Romania.
I still have an accent. But when I return to Prague, I speak the language yet do not know what they are talking about.
Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.
I spoke in English because the language of the Frisian people is so close to our own.
My mother is Ukrainian. She immigrated to the U.S. from Canada as a child.
-sounds like the /ee/ sound in the English
I speak some dwarvish.
Kaka' (literally, paternal uncle).
Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?"
He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that?
India Lima Yankee
I am of Russian-Jewish distraction.
Veni, vidi, flevi.
I came. I saw. I cried.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German.
A Polish man bought a zebra for a pet. What does he call the zebra? Spot!
I have blood from Dutch and Norwegian.