#Russian literature

[maryflorlovyblog]

"Love is a master, but you need to know how to acquire it, because it is difficult to acquire, at the price of prolonged effort; one must love, in fact, not for an instant, but until the end."

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—Fyodor Dostoevsky

[luciferslilith7]

"Your name echoes were the dead lies still

Your words linger, where my love has been"

@luciferslilith7

[desikanya]

When I have to reread the page because Dostoevsky's been yapping for 15 minutes, but I zoned out 20 minutes ago.

[apurvaxsood]

You are the frost on inner stone, the shadow clinging to mine vertebrae’s curve.

-Apurva

[arloxxmoon]

Finished crime and punishment a while ago (I really liked it).

[svviirgo]

causing chaos everywhere she goes

Nastasya Filippovna

[marfa-g]

My fixation is not over yet, and I am happily continuing to immerse myself in the aesthetics of the Russian Empire. I mentioned in one of my previous posts about Kuzmin's diaries, and I specifically wanted to present these images as book illustrations (oh, I would love to illustrate such a publication!). It is incredibly interesting to read both as an immersion into the era and in connection with the poetry and prose of this author. I am particularly captivated by the themes of merchant Nizhny Novgorod and Old Belief, which also appear in Kuzmin's artistic works, but here I am interested in exploring the sources of his inspiration

[metamorphesque]

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Essential Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva; "For Anna Akhmatova,"

[dmitrigirl]

my psychiatrist just diagnosed me with 19th century russian literature character

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

Dostoevsky was right, my worst sin is, in fact, destroying and betraying myself for nothing.

[intothedreamverse]

White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky

[milliondollarbaby234]

I have the most urgent need to be insufferably over-educated. Like i need to read literally every book ever written.

[apurvaxsood]

I'll write you love notes on napkins, grocery reciepts, banana peels, steamed up bathroom mirrors, the rind of a watermelon and the inside of empty teabags. I'll etch them in the condensation on your cold drink, scribble them on the back of old train tickets, and fold them into paper airplanes that land softly at your feet. I'll trace them with my finger in the flour on the counter when we bake, leave them as whispers on the pages of your favorite books, and write them in the sand where the waves gently kiss the shore. I'll even spell them out with the fallen leaves in autumn, and paint them with frost on your windowpane in winter.

-Apurva

[luciferslilith7]

"Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!"

~ Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

@luciferslilith7