#jeremiah cavendish.

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Nome: Jeremiah Montblanc-Cavendish.

Idade: 27 anos.

Ocupação: Universitário (história).

Orientação: Heterossexual.

Verse: real life.

FC: Dacre Montgomery.

Status: Livre.

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As pessoas te conheciam e te invejavam; você sempre ostentou seus privilégios, seus carros conversíveis, os relógios caros, sempre tão bem alinhado com suas jaquetas de couro e óculos escuros. Mas as pessoas não viam as grandes apostas, os cassinos, as corridas. Você sempre teve tudo, mas ficava excitado com qualquer menção ao perigo. Talvez gastar seu dinheiro de forma desenfreada era a sua alternativa de esquecer que seu pai o odiava por não agir de acordo com os outros garotos de sua idade. Enquanto eles competiam no time de futebol americano, você ficava nas arquibancadas liderando as apostas. Nunca quis ser comum, sempre quis o extraordinário. Mas seria esse o caminho que desejava trilhar? Os privilégios seriam eternos?

[rogueportraits]

Gold, for Jeremiah?

A  MEMORY  THAT  IS  COLORED          .    .    .

Jeremiah fiddles with the picture frame. It's Art Deco in its stylings: an original from the era. Gold gilt, an angel-maiden reaching high at something beyond as her wings make the top of the frame. He wipes at a fingerprint (his own?) with the edge of his sleeve. Someone's at the door.

"Come in."

It's Dr. Jacosta Joy, the new psychologist. Jeremiah sets the picture down quickly, considers turning it face-down. But that's a clear sign of guilt, and he is not guilty. Not in this, at least.

"Is there something I can do for you?" he asks.

"You can explain the schedules you have clinical staff on," Dr. Joy replies, stepping into the room. Her arm is crooked around a stack of files - patient folders, judging from the embossed ARKHAM STATE HOSPITAL logo at the top one's corner. "Fifty-five hours a week on average, Dr. Arkham."

Dr. Joy's tone is nothing but professional. Jeremiah can, with the great practice he's been afforded, easily detect the venom in her voice. Two, of course, can play at that game.

"It is a hospital, Dr. Joy. Those hours are far from unheard of in residencies or in other institutions. I understand that you came from out-patient treatment, but at Arkham-"

"How many hours do you work a week?"

Jeremiah's eyes flicker to the photograph again. The gold frame almost looks like wax in the hazy afternoon light. "As medical director, my hours are flexible."

Eighty, sometimes, but he's not going to admit that to a new hire straightaway. He knows what the water-cooler gossip is. He'll go mad, just the same as his namesake relative. Or he's already gone mad, after the recent nastiness with Zsasz and the... changes in his personal treatment philosophy. Funny, that last one.

"Forty?" The venom's somewhat more obvious now.

He rubs at his temples and meets Dr. Joy's gaze. "Often nearing seventy, when I count. Are you satisfied, Dr. Joy?"

"Hell," she says simply, and looks shocked at the word loosed from her mouth. "Don't you have a daughter?"

Her eyes are on the frame too, now. Jeremiah wonders, idly, if she could see through the backing. But that's mad. He shakes the thought away with a twitch of his finger.

"Niece. But this hospital doesn't run itself, as you've realized. Nor does it fund itself, which is the reasoning for your shift schedule. If you have any more questions, Dr. Joy, you're more than welcome to bring them up at the staff meeting on Wednesday. But I have work to get back to."

Paper files from the basement levels. Incomplete patient histories. The former administrator, Cavendish, is long gone (and buried, Jeremiah remembers with a shiver), but he haunts this place in every "misplaced" file.

"A family photo?" Dr. Joy asks, not unkindly.

"Yes," Jeremiah answers, and looks to the door with intent.

Dr. Joy sees herself out.

Jeremiah looks at the photo. It's worn around the edges from the decades, the gelatin-silver print faded. Doctor, child, wife. Amadeus, Harriet, Constance. It looks to be spring in the photo, and for a moment Jeremiah can see a hint of green in the black-and-white foliage. A trick of the light.

He puts the frame in his desk drawer, careful to not scratch the glass.

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Jeremiah fiddles with the picture frame. It's Art Deco in its stylings: an original from the era. Gold gilt, an angel-maiden reaching high at something beyond as her wings make the top of the frame. He wipes at a fingerprint (his own?) with the edge of his sleeve. Someone's at the door.

"Come in."

It's Dr. Jacosta Joy, the new psychologist. Jeremiah sets the picture down quickly, considers turning it face-down. But that's a clear sign of guilt, and he is not guilty. Not in this, at least.

"Is there something I can do for you?" he asks.

"You can explain the schedules you have clinical staff on," Dr. Joy replies, stepping into the room. Her arm is crooked around a stack of files - patient folders, judging from the embossed ARKHAM STATE HOSPITAL logo at the top one's corner. "Fifty-five hours a week on average, Dr. Arkham."

Dr. Joy's tone is nothing but professional. Jeremiah can, with the great practice he's been afforded, easily detect the venom in her voice. Two, of course, can play at that game.

"It is a hospital, Dr. Joy. Those hours are far from unheard of in residencies or in other institutions. I understand that you came from out-patient treatment, but at Arkham-"

"How many hours do you work a week?"

Jeremiah's eyes flicker to the photograph again. The gold frame almost looks like wax in the hazy afternoon light. "As medical director, my hours are flexible."

Eighty, sometimes, but he's not going to admit that to a new hire straightaway. He knows what the water-cooler gossip is. He'll go mad, just the same as his namesake relative. Or he's already gone mad, after the recent nastiness with Zsasz and the... changes in his personal treatment philosophy. Funny, that last one.

"Forty?" The venom's somewhat more obvious now.

He rubs at his temples and meets Dr. Joy's gaze. "Often nearing seventy, when I count. Are you satisfied, Dr. Joy?"

"Hell," she says simply, and looks shocked at the word loosed from her mouth. "Don't you have a daughter?"

Her eyes are on the frame too, now. Jeremiah wonders, idly, if she could see through the backing. But that's mad. He shakes the thought away with a twitch of his finger.

"Niece. But this hospital doesn't run itself, as you've realized. Nor does it fund itself, which is the reasoning for your shift schedule. If you have any more questions, Dr. Joy, you're more than welcome to bring them up at the staff meeting on Wednesday. But I have work to get back to."

Paper files from the basement levels. Incomplete patient histories. The former administrator, Cavendish, is long gone (and buried, Jeremiah remembers with a shiver), but he haunts this place in every "misplaced" file.

"A family photo?" Dr. Joy asks, not unkindly.

"Yes," Jeremiah answers, and looks to the door with intent.

Dr. Joy sees herself out.

Jeremiah looks at the photo. It's worn around the edges from the decades, the gelatin-silver print faded. Doctor, child, wife. Amadeus, Harriet, Constance. It looks to be spring in the photo, and for a moment Jeremiah can see a hint of green in the black-and-white foliage. A trick of the light.

He puts the frame in his desk drawer, careful to not scratch the glass.

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MR MALCOLM’S LIST (2022) — Costume Designer: Pam Downe

It must be a masquerade. Selina has never been to one. Then it's decided. A masquerade it is.

Selina Dalton as Selene, greek goddess of the Moon

Julia Thistlewaite as Georgiana Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire

Jeremiah Malcolm as Romeo Montague

Mrs. Thistlewaite as Elizabeth I of England

Lord Cassidy as Socrates

Gertie Covington as Marie Antoinette

Henry Ossory as a pirate

[themurphyzone]

MML Characters as Animal Crossing Picture Quotes

Milo:  When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. (Tangy, New Leaf)

Melissa: Why be junior varsity when you can be VARSITY?! (Rowan, Wild World)

Zack:  The only thing to fear is fear itself... and bees (Rocco, New Leaf).

Diogee:  A good dog deserves a good treat (Benjamin, New Leaf)

Cavendish: Even though there's no "I" in team, there is a "me"! (Bill, New Leaf)

Dakota: We're friends, so I won't gnaw on your legs, even though I'm starving.(Alfonso, Wild World)

This does not apply to Cannibal Dakota BTW

Amanda:  Time spent with friends is time well spent! (Pinky, New Leaf)

Bradley: Meeting is just the start of us saying goodbye. (Chadder, New Leaf)

Mort:  I'm feeling kind of blank today. (Coco, Wild World)

Elliot: I'm not a lame duck! (Deena, Wild World)

Scott: Think about it, man. Bullfrog is only one letter away from blue frog. (Jeremiah, Wild World)

Sara:  An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. (Gayle, New Leaf)

Martin: Fall down seven times, get up eight. (Genji, New Leaf)

Brigitte:  We're all diamonds in the rough. (Peggy, New Leaf)

Savannah: If you even THINK about crossing me, just think about these pearly whites! (Whitney, Wild World).

Brick: Pampering yourself is as important as food, water, and shelter! (Amelia, Wild World and New Leaf). 

Block (BOTT): Life is short and time is swift (Katie, New Leaf).

Block (PIG): You don't mind if I use your bed to sharpen my claws, do you? (Purrl, Wild World)

[cfijerusalem]

Watching Over Zion Report 10th January 2019 (5th Shevat 5779)

THE WORD

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.  It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit. (Jeremiah 17: 7-8). In that day you will say: “I will praise you, Lord. Although you were angry with me, your anger has turned away and you have comforted me. Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and my defence; He has become my salvation.” With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. (Isaiah 12; 1-3).

POINTERS FOR PRAYER

We are already two weeks into 2019, but are we really ready to face another year? One of the roles of Christian Friends of Israel is to be pro-active rather than re-active. There have been many stories that have come to my attention over the past two weeks that would have been easy to react to. However, I feel it will be even more important through 2019 to “choose ones battles carefully”. Pray that as we press forward in our stand with Israel, that we would all have great wisdom and discernment, and that all our actions would be led by the LORD God. Please pray that we would have ears to hear, and hearts open to the areas the Lord wants us to be effective in.

Please do continue to pray for the ongoing situation within Gaza.Pray that justice would be done, and that Israelis living in and around Sderot and the Negev would be allowed to live free from terror attacks.

It was good to read CFI Jerusalem’s Watchmen’s Prayer Letter for January 2019. As Sharon Sanders asks, “Proclaim God’s word that He has planted many Bible-believing families in Judea and Samaria, families that are staying put on the land that they believe God has given to them as a nation. Thank God for this wonderful remnant who believe in His faithfulness. “I will plant Israel in their own land, never again to be uprooted from the land I have given them, says the LORD your God” (Amos 9:15). As radical Islam continues its attempts to uproot Israel, pray that the Jews will never be taken away from God’s ingathering of them back to their homeland.”  Sharon also asks each of us to “Search the Bible for the many promises God made to Israel in her historical past, and for her glorious future. “Not one of all the LORD's good promises to the house of Israel failed; everyone was fulfilled” (Joshua 21:45). God does not change and His promises to Israel will not change.”

News has come in that the Golan Heights have had a heavy snow fall. For a full report on this, click here. Praise God for this and the seasonal rain that has begun to fall in Israel. I’ve had many reports of how wet and cold Jerusalem is at the moment. The nation desperately needs abundant rain this year. Keep praying “Then I will send rain on your land in its season.” (Deuteronomy 11:14).

LOOK TO THE SOURCE OF OUR PROVISION

[Above photo from Google photos]

Shalom to you all, and a very happy New Year.  Here's praying 2019 will be a good year to each of you. 

The holiday break is now well and truly over, the constant ringing of the phone over the past few days appears to want to make up for lost time, and the emails have come in thick and fast.  I have tried ever so hard to miss the news programmes on TV these past couple of weeks, and we did manage to get a decent walk in around Lake Ullswater in Cumbria during our break. However, no matter how hard I tried, the news still sneaked in - and let's face it, turn your back for five minutes and it's amazing what one can miss... or at least try to! 

However, I’ve also enjoyed reading some of my new books, including tackling a wonderful new Bible – The Israel Bible (Israel 365) which highlights the Scriptures regarding Israel being back in the land (thanks to Matthew :) ).  One passage that has spoken to me in particular is the above Scripture from Jeremiah 17 (which I’ll come back to shortly).  However, I’ve also enjoyed dipping into old books like Charles Dickens, and books from my childhood like ‘The Narnian Chronicles’.  

I must admit, I love C. S. Lewis’s books (both children’s and adults).  Here’s a wonderful quote from one of his books: “Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion. "I am dying of thirst," said Jill. "Then drink," said the Lion. "May I — could I — would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill. The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience… "Will you promise not to — do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill. "I make no promise," said the Lion… "Do you eat girls?" she said… "I daren't come and drink," said Jill. "Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion. "Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then." "There is no other stream," said the Lion.” …so she began scooping up the water in her hand… it was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted…” (C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair).  

Thinking about what’s ahead, without doubt this year for Israel could be another very difficult twelve months. Which means, those of us who continue to stand with Israel, will find we need to drink even deeper from the well of our spiritual source to keep battling on – and remember, there is no other stream!  Charles Spurgeon once wrote, "If our piety can live without God it is not of divine creating; it is but a dream; for if God had begotten it, it would wait upon him as the flowers wait upon the dew. Without constant restoration we are not ready for the perpetual assaults of hell, or the stern afflictions of heaven, or even for the strifes within. When the whirlwind shall be loosed, woe to the tree that hath not sucked up fresh sap, and grasped the rock with many intertwisted roots. When tempests arise, woe to the mariners that have not strengthened their mast, nor cast their anchor, nor sought the haven."  As the flowers wait upon the dew, are we drinking from the right stream, like a tree planted by the water (Jeremiah 17:8)? The question is, are we really ready to face another year?  Are we ready to battle on being "the watchman"?

I’m sure you will know this, but the Hebrew words translated "watchman" are natsar, shmar and tsaphah.  Tsaphah is to "lean forward and peer into the distance".  The connection to prayer should be obvious.  The watchman looks ahead, "peering into the distance," to foresee the attacks of the enemy.  He is pro-active, not re-active. This is prophetic intercession.  And this is one of the great roles of Christian Friends of Israel. As we sharpen our swords, and dust down our shields, let us be ready for whatever lies ahead, and pray too that Israel would look to the true source of their provision - the LORD God of Israel.

A MONTH IN WHICH WE REMEMBER

[Above photo: David Soakell at the grave of Oskar Schindler, Jerusalem. Israel.]

For those who stand with Israel, the months of December and January can seem miles apart. One moment we can have the joy of Chanukah and Christmas and lights, and then suddenly we are plunged into the dark days of a wintery January and concentrate on the difficult but much needed remembrance of the Holocaust.  Throughout January 2019 many events are taking place to remember the Shoah (The Holocaust). 

As I reported many times in the past, anti-Semitic incidents have soared in the past three years and in 2018 Europe was at its highest point with anti-Semitism since the 1930s. And I don’t even want to mention the large issues of anti-Semitism in the UK Labour party and other political areas!  Yet even during the Holocaust, there were a few people who tried to bring hope… people like Corrie Ten Boom ~ a Dutch Christian, who hid the Jews in her home and prayed, “Lord Jesus, I offer myself for Your people. In any way. Any place. Any time.”  Although Corrie Ten Boom survived, she did end up in a concentration camp because of her actions.  Then there is the German Pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who was killed by the Germans for opposing them in their hatred of the Jews.  Meep Gies was another brave and heroic lady who stood firm against the wrath of the Nazis to feed, clothe and hide Anne Frank and her family during the Holocaust.  And of course, we all know of the brave acts of Oskar Schindler, who saved hundreds of Jews from certain death.  Yet the names are few and far between. But at least we can find a tiny chink of light… and that gives hope. 

For those who really know me, you’ll know that I grew up with parents who used to be semi-pro racing cyclists… in fact I used to race as well – one of my most gruelling rides was a 100 mile ride that had ‘Tan Hill’ – which has the highest pub in Britain – as the half-way mark. My favourite cyclist used to be the French champion, Bernard Hinault, who won the Tour de France five times. These days, with the Team Sky revolution, things have changed, which means that Nibali is now the only non-Briton to have won the Tour de France since 2011 – indeed today the UK has many great cyclists including Bradley Wiggins, Chris Froome, Mark Cavendish, Adam Yates and of course Geraint Thomas, who won the Tour de France last year in 2018.  However, one of my parent’s favourite cyclists was an Italian rider names Gino Bartali.

Bartali won the gruelling Tour de France twice, once prior to and once after World War Two. But the true heroism of Bartali’s actions went far beyond his greatness of being a racing cyclist champion, as he used his sporting fame to help save the lives of many Jewish people.  Born outside Florence in rural Tuscany in 1914, Bartali grew up in poverty. However, he quickly became very famous in Italy, hailed the ‘King of Cycling’ and his 1938 win of the Tour de France was thought by many to be the start of a very long reign at the top of the cycling world.  But when war broke out in Europe in 1939, Bartali was conscripted into military service as a bike messenger and it was in this role that he truly began to take a secret stand against Nazi rule.

When Germany occupied Italy in 1943, nearly 10,000 Jews were deported to concentration camps, 7,000 of them dying there. Many more survived however, thanks to the efforts of Italian officials in obstructing deportations. Safe in the knowledge that many of the soldiers manning checkpoints were fans of his, Bartali used his position as a messenger and reputation as a cyclist to help Jewish people. Responding to the request of the Catholic Cardinal of Florence, a close friend, Bartali began to transport counterfeit identity documents between Florence and Assisi where they were printed covertly.  Bartali undertook at least 40 long rides, often between Florence and Assisi as part of this underground mission, hiding his cargo in his bike’s frame and handlebars. He would also pick up money from a Swiss Bank account in Genoa to distribute to Jewish people hiding in Florence. As if this wasn’t risky enough, Bartali hid his Jewish friend Giacomo Goldenberg and his family in his apartment and then a nearby basement.

Bartali knew he risked imprisonment and death by his actions and was fearful for his life and for those of his family, but he also knew that this was far outweighed by the importance of doing the right thing and helping those in need.  For a long time after the war, Bartali’s exploits in saving Jewish people remained a secret at his insistence. However, amongst several other posthumous honours, Gino Bartali was finally declared ‘Righteous Among the Nations’ by Yad Vashem in Israel in 2010.  In his own words to his son Andrea Bartali, he stated, “If you’re good at a sport, they attach the medals to your shirt and then they shine in some museum. That which is earned by doing good deeds is attached to the soul and shines elsewhere.”  As we face uncertain times, and as we know that we are living in an age where anti-Semitism is as high as the 1930s, what good deeds can we do that will be attached to our soul to shine elsewhere? 

HMD IN THE UK

Throughout the UK some of our CFI Regional Links are hosting Holocaust Exhibitions and doing speaking engagements.  

In Essex, Moira Dare Edwards is marking International Holocaust Memorial Day 2019 with a joint initiative of Christian Friends of Israel and Tikvah Chadasha Synagogue (Shenfield & Brentwood) supported by Brentwood Borough Council.  This takes place on Thursday 24th January 9:30 - 4.00pm, Friday 25th 9:30 - 4:00pm & Saturday 26th Jan 10:30 - 1pm. at the United Reformed Church, New Road, CM14 4GD (opposite Brentwood Library). On Thursday 24th & Friday 25th from 11am – 12 you can hear Ruth Barnett who was born in Berlin, Germany and arrived in England on the Kindertransport. Her book "Person of No Nationality" portrays the struggles of a displaced person searching for her identity, reflecting this year’s theme “Torn from Home”. Groups larger than 6 should contact Moira on 01277 213243/email: mdareedwards@btinternet.com (as seating is limited). Then there is a meeting of Commemoration on Saturday 26th January at 6.30pm in The Main Hall of Brentwood County High School, Seven Arches Road, Shenfield Common, Brentwood CM14 4JF.

In the West Midlands, Dave Walker (CFI Regional Link) will be holding a Holocaust Memorial Service of Recollection at Providence Methodist Church, Windmill Hill, Cradley, Halesowen B63 2LA on Saturday January 26th at 7.00pm. There will be an offering taken during the service for ''Forsake Them Not'' CFI Project in Israel for Holocaust Survivors.  Dave Walker has also been invited to Gig Mill Methodist Church, Glebe Lane, Stourbridge, DY8 3YG on Sunday 27th of January at 6-30pm to speak on ''The Holocaust.''  Contact frankwalker488@btinternet.com for further details.

In North Yorkshire, CFI’s Glynis Brookes is hosting ‘Lest We Forget’ – a Holocaust Memorial Service on Saturday 26th January from 2.00pm – 4pm (with refreshments) at Hollybush Christian Fellowship, Newsham, Thirsk YO7 4DH and a short film will be shown, along with CFI’s David Soakell speaking. Contact gbrookes3@hotmail.com for more details. 

And currently, in Scotland, CFI’s Philip Aitchison has a Holocaust Exhibition running until February at the Hawick Public Library on North Bridge Street, Hawick, TD9 9QT.  For details contact Philip at philipaitchison@gmail.com  

Amazingly, a record number of people visited the former Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz in 2018. British people continued to be the second largest group to come to the memorial in Poland, making up more than an eighth of the 2,152,000 international visitors last year.  More than a million men, women and children died in the extermination camp in occupied Poland during the Second World War. Some 281,000 people from the UK walked through its gates in 2018 to learn about its history.  

LABOUR MP’S CONDEMNS UK’S FUNDING TO PALESTINIANS

Terrorist activity led by Hamas in Gaza continues, while the Palestinian Authorities leader, Abbas, ignores advice to stop giving Palestinian terrorists money whilst serving prison sentences. Meanwhile, Dame Louise Ellman of the UK Labour party has condemned as a 'scandal' the UK’s money for funding Palestinian textbooks that incite murder of Israelis.  Dame Louise Ellman, vice-chair of the Labour Friends of Israel (LFI), told the House of Commons that young Palestinian minds were currently “being poisoned” and “the opportunity for Britain to help promote the values of peace, reconciliation and coexistence squandered.”  Dame Louise was speaking as she introduced her International Development Assistance (Values Promoted in Palestinian National Authority Schools) Bill to the Commons on Tuesday.  The MP for Liverpool Riverside said: "This is not about a peaceful future. It is a scandal."

Supported by LFI chair Joan Ryan and Labour’s Ian Austin and Rachel Reeves, Dame Louise added: “Five-year-olds were taught the word for 'martyr' as part of their first lessons in Arabic. Eleven-year-olds taught that martyrdom and jihad are 'the most important meanings of life'. These lessons in hate are all-pervasive, infesting every aspect of the curriculum.”  The Jewish Chronicle has the full report here.

NIKKI HALEY LEAVES THE UN WITH AN EPIC SPEECH

Israel will never forget what Nikki Haley did for them in the UN.  In just 2 years, she completely changed the norms and demanded change from the UN regarding Israel.  She understood that the only way to deal with the UN from the seat of the US Ambassador to the UN was to use strength.  The UN is filled with one country after another that spreads lies about Israel and the United States.  Israel appears to be the world’s punch bag at the UN.  Hopefully, Nikki Haley has achieved some changes there.  Haley has certainly set a high standard for all future US ambassadors to the UN.  To watch her final rousing speech at the UN click here:  

David Soakell Media Correspondent Tweet me @David_Soakell

[trapangeles]

MOWGLI - Official 1st Trailer

Watch the new trailer for #Mowgli starring Christian Bale, Cate Blanchett, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Freida Pinto. Only in theaters October 19.

Motion capture and live action are blended for “Mowgli,” a new, big-screen, 3D adaptation of Rudyard Kipling’s classic The Jungle Book. The film features an impressive roster of stars under the direction of Andy Serkis.

The story follows the upbringing of the human child Mowgli, raised by a wolf pack in the jungles of India. As he learns the often harsh rules of the jungle, under the tutelage of a bear named Baloo and a panther named Bagheera, Mowgli becomes accepted by the animals of the jungle as one of their own. All but one: the fearsome tiger Shere Khan. But there may be greater dangers lurking in the jungle, as Mowgli comes face to face with his human origins.

The actors performing the roles of the story’s central animal characters are: Oscar winner Christian Bale (“The Fighter,” the “Dark Knight” Trilogy) as the cunning panther, Bagheera; Oscar winner Cate Blanchett (“Blue Jasmine,” “The Aviator”) as the sinister snake, Kaa; Oscar nominee Benedict Cumberbatch (“The Imitation Game,” “Avengers: Infinity War”) as the fearsome tiger, Shere Khan; Oscar nominee Naomie Harris (“Moonlight,” “Skyfall”) as Nisha, the female wolf, who adopts the baby Mowgli as one of her cubs; and Andy Serkis (the “Planet of the Apes” trilogy, “Star Wars: The Last Jedi”) as the wise bear, Baloo. On the human side, Matthew Rhys (“The Post”) is Lockwood; Freida Pinto (“Knight of Cups”) is Messua; and young actor Rohan Chand (“The Hundred-Foot Journey,” “Bad Words”) will play Mowgli, the boy raised by wolves.

Rounding out the cast are Peter Mullan (“Tommy’s Honour”), as the leader of the wolf pack, Akela; Jack Reynor (“Transformers: Age of Extinction”), as Mowgli’s brother Wolf; Eddie Marsan (TV’s “Ray Donovan”), as Nisha’s mate, Vihaan; and Tom Hollander (“Breathe”) as the scavenging hyena, Tabaqui.

“Mowgli” is produced by Steve Kloves (“Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”), Jonathan Cavendish (“Breathe,” performance capture producer on “Godzilla”), and David Barron (the “Harry Potter” films), with Nikki Penny serving as executive producer. The screenplay is by Kloves’ daughter, Callie Kloves.

Serkis’s creative filmmaking team includes director of photography Michael Seresin (“War for the Planet of the Apes”), production designer Gary Freeman (“Tomb Raider”) and editors Mark Sanger (Oscar winner, “Gravity”), Alex Marquez (“Snowden”) and Jeremiah O’Driscoll (“Flight”). The music is composed by Nitin Sawhney (“Breathe”).

Follow #Mowgli on social media: http://www.mowglimovie.com http://facebook.com/MowgliMovie http://twitter.com/MowgliMovie http://instagram.com/MowgliMovie

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MOWGLI - Official 1st Trailer

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MOWGLI - Official 1st Trailer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpxCT36DxKg

Watch the new trailer for #Mowgli starring Christian Bale, Cate Blanchett, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Freida Pinto. Only in theaters October 19. — Motion capture and live action are blended for “Mowgli,” a new, big-screen, 3D adaptation of Rudyard Kipling’s classic The Jungle Book. The film features an impressive roster of stars under the direction of Andy Serkis.

The story follows the upbringing of the human child Mowgli, raised by a wolf pack in the jungles of India. As he learns the often harsh rules of the jungle, under the tutelage of a bear named Baloo and a panther named Bagheera, Mowgli becomes accepted by the animals of the jungle as one of their own. All but one: the fearsome tiger Shere Khan. But there may be greater dangers lurking in the jungle, as Mowgli comes face to face with his human origins.

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Solzhenitsyn, Literary Giant Who Defied Soviets, Dies at 89

By MICHAEL T. KAUFMAN

Corrections Appended

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, whose stubborn, lonely and combative literary struggles gained the force of prophecy as he revealed the heavy afflictions of Soviet Communism in some of the most powerful works of the 20th century, died late on Sunday at the age of 89 in Moscow.

His son Yermolai said the cause was a heart ailment.

Mr. Solzhenitsyn outlived by nearly 17 years the Soviet state and system he had battled through years of imprisonment, ostracism and exile.

Mr. Solzhenitsyn had been an obscure, middle-aged, unpublished high school science teacher in a provincial Russian town when he burst onto the literary stage in 1962 with "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich." The book, a mold-breaking novel about a prison camp inmate, was a sensation. Suddenly he was being compared to giants of Russian literature like Tolstoy, Dostoyevski and Chekhov.

Over the next five decades, Mr. Solzhenitsyn's fame spread throughout the world as he drew upon his experiences of totalitarian duress to write evocative novels like "The First Circle" and "The Cancer Ward" and historical works like "The Gulag Archipelago."

"Gulag" was a monumental account of the Soviet labor camp system, a chain of prisons that by Mr. Solzhenitsyn's calculation some 60 million people had entered during the 20th century. The book led to his expulsion from his native land. George F. Kennan, the American diplomat, described it as "the greatest and most powerful single indictment of a political regime ever to be leveled in modern times."

Mr. Solzhenitsyn was heir to a morally focused and often prophetic Russian literary tradition, and he looked the part. With his stern visage, lofty brow and full, Old Testament beard, he recalled Tolstoy while suggesting a modern-day Jeremiah, denouncing the evils of the Kremlin and later the mores of the West. He returned to Russia and deplored what he considered its spiritual decline, but in the last years of his life he embraced President Vladimir V. Putin as a restorer of Russia's greatness.

In almost half a century, more than 30 million of his books have been sold worldwide and translated into some 40 languages. In 1970 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Mr. Solzhenitsyn owed his initial success to Khrushchev's decision to allow "Ivan Denisovich" to be published in a popular journal. Khrushchev believed its publication would advance the liberal line he had promoted since his secret speech in 1956 on the crimes of Stalin.

But soon after the story appeared, Khrushchev was replaced by hard-liners, and they campaigned to silence its author. They stopped publication of his new works, denounced him as a traitor and confiscated his manuscripts.

A Giant and a Victim

Their iron grip could not contain Mr. Solzhenitsyn's reach. By then his works were appearing outside the Soviet Union, in many languages, and he was being compared not only to Russia's literary giants but also to Stalin's literary victims, writers like Anna Akhmatova, Osip Mandelstam and Boris Pasternak.

At home, the Kremlin stepped up its campaign by expelling Mr. Solzhenitsyn from the Writer's Union. He fought back. He succeeded in having microfilms of his banned manuscripts smuggled out of the Soviet Union. He addressed petitions to government organs, wrote open letters, rallied support among friends and artists, and corresponded with people abroad. They turned his struggles into one of the most celebrated cases of the cold war period.

Hundreds of well-known intellectuals signed petitions against his silencing; the names of left-leaning figures like Jean-Paul Sartre carried particular weight with Moscow. Other supporters included Graham Greene, Muriel Spark, W. H. Auden, Gunther Grass, Heinrich Boll, Yukio Mishima, Carlos Fuentes and, from the United States, Arthur Miller, John Updike, Truman Capote and Kurt Vonnegut. All joined a call for an international cultural boycott of the Soviet Union.

That position was confirmed when he was awarded the 1970 Nobel Prize in the face of Moscow's protests. The Nobel jurists cited him for "the ethical force with which he has pursued the indispensable traditions of Russian literature."

Mr. Solzhenitsyn dared not travel to Stockholm to accept the prize for fear that the Soviet authorities would prevent him from returning. But his acceptance address was circulated widely. He recalled a time when "in the midst of exhausting prison camp relocations, marching in a column of prisoners in the gloom of bitterly cold evenings, with strings of camp lights glimmering through the darkness, we would often feel rising in our breast what we would have wanted to shout out to the whole world — if only the whole world could have heard us."

He wrote that while an ordinary man was obliged "not to participate in lies," artists had greater responsibilities. "It is within the power of writers and artists to do much more: to defeat the lie!"

By this time, Mr. Solzhenitsyn had completed his own massive attempt at truthfulness, "The Gulag Archipelago." In more than 300,000 words, he told the history of the Gulag prison camps, whose operations and rationale and even existence were subjects long considered taboo.

Publishers in Paris and New York had secretly received the manuscript on microfilm. But wanting the book to appear first in the Soviet Union, Mr. Solzhenitsyn asked them to put off publishing it. Then, in September 1973, he changed his mind. He had learned that the Soviet spy agency, the KGB, had unearthed a buried copy of the book after interrogating his typist, Elizaveta Voronyanskaya, and that she had hung herself soon afterward.

He went on the offensive. With his approval, the book was speedily published in Paris, in Russian, just after Christmas. The Soviet government counterattacked with a spate of articles, including one in Pravda, the state-run newspaper, headlined "The Path of a Traitor." He and his family were followed, and he received death threats.

On Feb. 12, 1974, he was arrested. The next day, he was told that he was being deprived of his citizenship and deported. On his arrest, he had been careful to take with him a threadbare cap and a shabby sheepskin coat that he had saved from his years in exile. He wore them both as he was marched onto an Aeroflot flight to Frankfurt.

Mr. Solzhenitsyn was welcomed by the German novelist Heinrich Böll. Six weeks after his expulsion, Mr. Solzhenitsyn was joined by his wife, Natalia Svetlova, and their three sons. She had played a critical role in organizing his notes and transmitting his manuscripts. After a short stay in Switzerland, the family moved to the United States, settling in the hamlet of Cavendish, Vt.

There he kept mostly to himself for some 18 years, protected from sightseers by neighbors, who posted a sign saying, "No Directions to the Solzhenitsyns." He kept writing and thinking a great deal about Russia and hardly at all about his new environment, so certain was he that he would return to his homeland one day.

His rare public appearances could turn into hectoring jeremiads. Delivering the commencement address at Harvard in 1978, he called the country of his sanctuary spiritually weak and mired in vulgar materialism. Americans, he said, speaking in Russian through a translator, were cowardly. Few were willing to die for their ideals, he said. He condemned both the United States government and American society for its "hasty" capitulation in Vietnam. And he criticized the country's music as intolerable and attacked its unfettered press, accusing it of violations of privacy.

Many in the West did not know what to make of the man. He was perceived as a great writer and hero who had defied the Russian authorities. Yet he seemed willing to lash out at everyone else as well — democrats, secularists, capitalists, liberals and consumers.

David Remnick, the editor of The New Yorker, who has written extensively about the Soviet Union and visited Mr. Solzhenitsyn, wrote in 2001: "In terms of the effect he has had on history, Solzhenitsyn is the dominant writer of the 20th century. Who else compares? Orwell? Koestler? And yet when his name comes up now, it is more often than not as a freak, a monarchist, an anti-Semite, a crank, a has been."

In the 1970s, Secretary of State Henry A. Kissinger warned President Gerald R. Ford to avoid seeing Mr. Solzhenitsyn. "Solzhenitsyn is a notable writer, but his political views are an embarrassment even to his fellow dissidents," Mr. Kissinger wrote in a memo. "Not only would a meeting with the president offend the Soviets, but it would raise some controversy about Solzhenitsyn's views of the United States and its allies." Mr. Ford followed the advice.

The writer Susan Sontag recalled a conversation about Mr. Solzhenitsyn between her and Joseph Brodsky, the Russian poet who had followed Mr. Solzhenitsyn into forced exile and who would also become a Nobel laureate. "We were laughing and agreeing about how we thought Solzhenitsyn's views on the United States, his criticism of the press, and all the rest were deeply wrong, and on and on," she said. "And then Joseph said: 'But you know, Susan, everything Solzhenitsyn says about the Soviet Union is true. Really, all those numbers — 60 million victims — it's all true.' "

Ivan Denisovich

In the autumn of 1961, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn was a 43-year-old high school teacher of physics and astronomy in Ryazan, a city some 70 miles south of Moscow. He had been there since 1956, when his sentence of perpetual exile in a dusty region of Kazakhstan was suspended. Aside from his teaching duties, he was writing and rewriting stories he had conceived while confined in prisons and labor camps since 1944.

One story, a short novel, was "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich," an account of a single day in an icy prison camp written in the voice of an inmate named Ivan Denisovich Shukov, a bricklayer. With little sentimentality, he recounts the trials and sufferings of "zeks," as the prisoners were known, peasants who were willing to risk punishment and pain as they seek seemingly small advantages like a few more minutes before a fire. He also reveals their survival skills, their loyalty to their work brigade and their pride.

The day ends with the prisoner in his bunk. "Shukov felt pleased with his life as he went to sleep," Mr. Solzhenitsyn wrote. Shukov was pleased because, among other things, he had not been put in an isolation cell, and his brigade had avoided a work assignment in a place unprotected from the bitter wind, and he had swiped some extra gruel, and had been able to buy a bit of tobacco from another prisoner.

"The end of an unclouded day. Almost a happy one," Mr. Solzhenitsyn wrote, adding: "Just one of the 3,653 days of his sentence, from bell to bell. The extra three days were for leap years."

Mr. Solzhenitsyn typed the story single spaced, using both sides to save paper. He sent one copy to Lev Kopelev, an intellectual with whom he had shared a cell 16 years earlier. Mr. Kopelev, who later became a well known dissident, realized that under Khrushchev's policies of liberalization, it might be possible to have the story published by Novy Mir, or The New World, the most prestigious of the Soviet Union's so-called thick literary and cultural journals. Mr. Kopelev and his colleagues steered the manuscript around lower editors who might have blocked its publication and took it to Aleksandr Tvardovsky, the editor and a Politburo member who backed Khrushchev.

On reading the manuscript, Mr. Tvardovsky summoned Mr. Solzhenitsyn from Ryazan. "You have written a marvelous thing," he told him. "You have described only one day, and yet everything there is to say about prison has been said." He likened the story to Tolstoy's moral tales. Other editors compared it to Dostoyevski's "House of the Dead," which the author had based on his own experience of incarceration in czarist times. Mr. Tvardovsky offered Mr. Solzhenitsyn a contract worth more than twice his teacher's annual salary, but he cautioned that he was not certain he could publish the story.

Mr. Tvardovsky was eventually able to get Khrushchev himself to read "One Day in the Life." Khrushchev was impressed, and by mid-October 1962, the presidium of the Politburo took up the question of whether to allow it to be published. The presidium ultimately agreed, and in his biography "Solzhenitsyn" (Norton, 1985), Michael Scammell wrote that Khrushchev defended the decision and was reported to have declared: "There's a Stalinist in each of you; there's even a Stalinist in me. We must root out this evil."

The novel appeared in Novy Mir in early 1962. The critic Kornei Chukovsky pronounced the work "a literary miracle." Grigori Baklanov, a respected novelist and writer about World War II, declared that the story was one of those rare creations after which "it is impossible to go on writing as one did before."

Novy Mir ordered extra printings, and every copy was sold. A book edition and an inexpensive newspaper version also vanished from the shelves.

Mr. Solzhenitsyn was not the first to write about the camps. As early as 1951, Gustav Herling, a Pole, had published "A World Apart," about the three years he spent in a labor camp on the White Sea. Some Soviet writers had typed accounts of their own experiences, and these pages and their carbon copies were passed from reader to reader in a clandestine, self-publishing effort called zamizdat. Given the millions who had been forced into the gulag, few families could have been unaware of the camp experiences of relatives or friends. But few had had access to these accounts. "One Day in the Life" changed that.

Mikhail S. Gorbachev, the last Soviet president, said on Monday that Mr. Solzhenitsyn was "a man with a unique life story whose name will endure throughout the history of Russia."

"Severe trials befell Solzhenitsyn, as they did millions of other people in this country," Mr. Gorbachev said in an interview with the Interfax news agency. "He was among the first to speak out about the brutality of Stalin's regime and about the people who experienced it, but were not crushed."

Mr. Solzhenitsyn's books "changed the minds of millions of people, making them rethink their past and present," Mr. Gorbachev said.

Born With the Russian Revolution

Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn was born in the Caucasus spa town of Kislovodsk on Dec. 11, 1918, a year after the Russian Revolution began. His father, Isaaki, had been a Russian artillery officer on the German front and married to Taissa Shcherback by the brigade priest. Shortly after he was demobilized and six months before his son's birth, he was killed in a hunting accident. The young widow took the child to Rostov-on-Don, where she reared him while working as a typist and stenographer. By Mr. Solzhenitsyn's account, he and his mother lived in a dilapidated hut. Still, her class origins — she was the daughter of a Ukrainian land owner — were considered suspect, as was her knowledge of English and French. Mr. Solzhenitsyn remembered her burying his father's three war medals because they could indicate reactionary beliefs.

He was religious. When he was a child, older boys once ripped a cross from his neck. Nonetheless, at 12, though the Communists repudiated religion, he joined the Young Pioneers and later became a member of Komsomol, the Communist youth organization.

He was a good student with an aptitude for mathematics, though from adolescence he imagined becoming a writer. In 1941, a few days before Germany attacked Russia to expand World War II into Soviet territory, he graduated from Rostov University with a degree in physics and math. A year earlier, he had married Natalia Reshetovskaya, a chemist. When hostilities began, he joined the army and was assigned to look after horses and wagons before being transferred to artillery school. He spent three years in combat as a commander of a reconnaissance battery.

In February 1945, as the war in Europe drew to a close, he was arrested on the East Prussian front by agents of Smersh, the Soviet spy agency. The evidence against him was found in a letter to a school friend in which he referred to Stalin — disrespectfully, the authorities said — as "the man with the mustache." Though he was a loyal Communist, he was sentenced to eight years in a labor camp. It was his entry into the vast network of punitive institutions that he would later name the Gulag Archipelago, after the Russian acronym for the Main Administration of Camps.

His penal journey began with stays in two prisons in Moscow. Then he was transferred to a camp nearby, where he moved timbers, and then to another, called New Jerusalem, where he dug clay. From there he was taken to a camp called Kaluga Gate, where he suffered a moral and spiritual breakdown after equivocating in his response to a warden's demand that he report on fellow inmates. Though he never provided information, he referred to his nine months there as the low point in his life.

After brief stays in several other institutions, Mr. Solzhenitsyn was moved to Special Prison No. 16 on the outskirts of Moscow on July 9, 1947. This was a so-called sharashka, an institution for inmates who were highly trained scientists and whose forced labor involved advanced scientific research. He was put there because of his gift for mathematics, which he credited with saving his life. "Probably I would not have survived eight years of the camps if as a mathematician I had not been assigned for three years to a sharashka." His experiences at No. 16 provided the basis for his novel "The First Circle," which was not published outside the Soviet Union until 1968. While incarcerated at the research institute, he formed close friendships with Mr. Kopelev and another inmate, Dmitry Panin, and later modeled the leading characters of "The First Circle" on them.

Granted relative freedom within the institute, the three would meet each night to carry on intellectual discussions and debate. During the day, Mr. Solzhenitsyn was assigned to work on an electronic voice-recognition project with applications toward coding messages. In his spare time, he began to write for himself: poems, sketches and outlines of books.

He also tended toward outspokenness, and it soon undid him. After scorning the scientific work of the colonel who headed the institute, Mr. Solzhenitsyn was banished to a desolate penal camp in Kazakhstan called Ekibastuz. It would become the inspiration for "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich."

At Ekibastuz, any writing would be seized as contraband. So he devised a method that enabled him to retain even long sections of prose. After seeing Lithuanian Catholic prisoners fashion rosaries out of beads made from chewed bread, he asked them to make a similar chain for him, but with more beads. In his hands, each bead came to represent a passage that he would repeat to himself until he could say it without hesitation. Only then would he move on to the next bead. He later wrote that by the end of his prison term, he had committed to memory 12,000 lines in this way.

'Perpetual Exile'

On Feb. 9, 1953, his term in the camps officially ended. On March 6, he was sent farther east, arriving in Kok-Terek, a desert settlement, in time to hear the announcement of Stalin's death broadcast over loudspeakers in the village square. It was here that Mr. Solzhenitsyn was ordered to spend his term of "perpetual exile."

He taught in a local school and secretly wrote poems, plays and sketches with no hope of having them published. He also began corresponding with his former wife, who during his incarceration had divorced him. He was bothered by stomach pains, and when he was able to visit a regional clinic, doctors found a large cancerous tumor.

His life as a restricted pariah struggling with the disease would lead to his novel "The Cancer Ward," which also first appeared outside the Soviet Union, in 1969. He finally managed to get to a cancer clinic in the city of Tashkent and later described his desperation there in a short story, "The Right Hand."

"I was like the sick people all around me, and yet I was different," he wrote. "I had fewer rights than they had and was forced to be more silent. People came to visit them, and their one concern, their one aim in life, was to get well again. But if I recovered, it would be almost pointless: I was 35 years of age, and yet in that spring I had no one I could call my own in the whole world. I did not even own a passport, and if I were to recover, I should have to leave this green, abundant land and go back to my desert, where I had been exiled 'in perpetuity. ' There I was under open surveillance, reported on every fortnight, and for a long time the local police had not even allowed me, a dying man, to go away for treatment."

After acquiring medical treatment and resorting to folk remedies, Mr. Solzhenitsyn did recover. In April 1956, a letter arrived informing him that his period of internal exile had been lifted and that he was free to move. In December, he spent the holidays with his former wife, and in February 1957, the two remarried. He then joined her in Ryazan, where Natalia Reshetovskaya headed the chemistry department of an agricultural college. Meanwhile, a rehabilitation tribunal invalidated his original sentence and found that he had remained "a Soviet patriot." He resumed teaching and writing, both new material as well as old, reworking some of the lines he had once stored away as he fingered his beads.

Twenty-two months elapsed between the publication of "Ivan Denisovich" and the fall of Khrushchev. Early in that period, the journal Novy Mir was able to follow up its initial success with Mr. Solzhenitsyn by publishing three more short novels by him in 1963. These would be the last of his works to be legally distributed in his homeland until the Soviet Union began to collapse in 1989.

When Leonid I. Brezhnev replaced Khrushchev as party leader in October 1964, it was apparent that Mr. Solzhenitsyn was being silenced. In May 1967, in an open letter to the Congress of the Soviet Writers Union, he urged that delegates "demand and ensure the abolition of all censorship, open or hidden."

He told them that manuscripts of "The First Circle" and "The Cancer Ward" had been confiscated, that for three years he and his work had been libeled through an orchestrated media campaign, and that he had been prevented from even giving public readings. "Thus," he wrote, "my work has been finally smothered, gagged, and slandered."

He added, "No one can bar the road to truth, and to advance its cause I am prepared to accept even death."

The letter touched off a battle within the writers union and in broader intellectual and political circles, pitting Mr. Solzhenitsyn's defenders against those allied with the party's hard-line leadership. Two years later, on Nov. 4, 1969, the tiny Ryazan branch of the U.S.S.R. Writers Union voted five to one to expel Mr. Solzhenitsyn. The decision ignited further furor at home. In the West, it intensified a wave of anti-Soviet sentiment that had been generated in 1968 when Soviet troops invaded Czechoslovakia to suppress the liberal reforms of the Prague spring.

The conflict grew 11 months later with the announcement that Mr. Solzhenitsyn had won the Nobel Prize in Literature. The Soviet press responded with accusations that the award had been engineered by "reactionary circles for anti-Soviet purposes." One newspaper belittled the author as "a run of the mill writer"; another said it was "a sacrilege" to mention his name with the "creators of Russian and Soviet classics."

But there were also Russians willing to defend Mr. Solzhenitsyn. The eminent cellist and conductor Mstislav Rostropovich wrote to the editors of Pravda, Izvestia, and other leading newspapers praising the writer. Mr. Rostropovich, who had taken some risk in inviting Mr. Solzhenitsyn to live at his dacha near Moscow for several years, suffered official disfavor after his letter was published abroad.

Even greater risks were taken by the inmates of the Potma Labor camp. They smuggled out congratulations to Mr. Solzhenitsyn, expressing admiration for his "courageous creative work, upholding the sense of human dignity and exposing the trampling of the human soul and the destruction of human values."

Private Turmoil

At the time, Mr. Solzhenitsyn's private life was in turmoil. As news of the prize was announced, his marriage was dissolving. Two years earlier he had met Natalia Svetlova, a mathematician who was involved in typing and circulating samizdat literature, and they became drawn to each other. As Mr. Solzhenitsyn explained, "She simply joined me in my struggle and we went side by side." He asked his wife, Natalia Reshetovskaya, for a divorce. But she refused, and continued to do so for several years. At one point, shortly after he had won the prize, she attempted suicide, and he had to rush her to a hospital, where she was revived.

In the meantime, Natalia Svetlova gave birth to Yermolai and Ignat, Mr. Solzhenitsyn's two oldest sons. Finally, in March 1973, Natalia Reshetovskaya consented to a divorce. Soon afterward, Mr. Solzhenitsyn and Natalia Svetlova were married in an Orthodox church near Moscow.

His skirmishes with the state only intensified. While the authorities kept him from publishing, he kept writing and speaking out, eliciting threats by mail and phone. He slept with a pitchfork beside his bed. Finally, government agents who had tried to isolate and intimidate him arrested him, took him to the airport and deported him. Mr. Solzhenitsyn believed his stay in the United States would be temporary. "In a strange way, I not only hope, I am inwardly convinced that I shall go back," he told the BBC. "I live with that conviction. I mean my physical return, not just my books. And that contradicts all rationality."

With that goal, he lived like a recluse in rural Vermont, paying little attention to his surroundings as he kept writing about Russia, in Russian, with Russian readers in mind.

"He wrote, ate, and slept and that was about all," Mr. Remnick wrote in 1994 after visiting the Solzhenitsyn family in Cavendish. "For him to accept a telephone call was an event; he rarely left his 50 acres." In contrast to the rest of his family, he never became an American citizen.

His children — a third son, Stepan, had been born six months before Mr. Solzhenitsyn was deported — went to local schools, but they began their day with prayers in Russian for Russia's liberation, and their mother gave them Russian lessons. She also designed the pages and set the type for the 20 volumes of her husband's work that were being produced in Russian by the YMCA Press in Paris. And she administered a fund to help political prisoners and their families. Mr. Solzhenitsyn had donated to the fund all royalties from "The Gulag Archipelago," by far his best-selling book.

As for the author, he would head each morning for the writing house, a wing the Solzhenitsyns had added to the property. There he devoted himself to a gigantic work of historical fiction that eventually ran to more than 5,000 pages in four volumes. The work, called "The Red Wheel," focused on the revolutionary chaos that had spawned Bolshevism and set the stage for modern Russian history. It has been compared, at least in its sweep and intentions, with Tolstoy's "War and Peace."

Mr. Solzhenitsyn started work on the first volume, "August 1914," in 1969, though he said he had begun thinking about the project before World War II, when he was a student in Rostov. "August 1914" was spirited out of the Soviet Union and published in Paris before Mr. Solzhenitsyn's expulsion.

He believed that his account, which challenged Soviet dogma about the founding period, was as iconoclastic as his earlier writings about the gulag.

In the United States, "August 1914" reached No. 2 on best-seller lists, but the subsequent volumes, "November 1916," "March 1917," and "April 1917," all completed in Cavendish, have not been widely bought or read.

Mr. Solzhenitsyn was displeased by the Russian reaction to "The Red Wheel," which he spoke of as the centerpiece of his creative life. He expressed the hope that it would gain importance with time.

Aloof in America

In Mr. Solzhenitsyn's 18 years in Vermont, he never warmed to Americans beyond his Cavendish neighbors. On the eve of his return to Russia in 1994, he acknowledged he had been aloof. "Instead of secluding myself here and writing 'The Red Wheel,' I suppose I could have spent time making myself likable to the West," he told Mr. Remnick. "The only problem is that I would have had to drop my way of life and my work."

But even when he stepped outside Cavendish, as he did when he addressed the Harvard graduates in 1978, his condemnations of American politics, press freedoms and social mores struck many as insensitive, haughty and snobbish.

There were those who described him as reactionary, as an unreconstructed Slavophile, a Russian nationalist, undemocratic and authoritarian. Olga Carlisle, a writer who had helped spirit the manuscript of "The Gulag Archipelago" out of Moscow but who was no longer speaking to Mr. Solzhenitsyn, wrote in Newsweek that the Harvard speech had been intended for a Russian audience, not an American one.

"His own convictions are deeply rooted in the Russian spirit, which is untempered by the civilizing influences of a democratic tradition," Ms. Carlisle said. And Czeslaw Milosz, generally admiring of his fellow Nobel laureate, wrote, "Like the Russian masses, he, we may assume, has strong authoritarian tendencies."

Mr. Solzhenitsyn returned to Russia on May 27, 1994, first landing in the Siberian northeast, in Magadan, the former heart of the Gulag. On arrival, he bent down to touch the soil in memory of the victims.

He flew on to Vladivostok, where he and his family began a two-month journey by private railroad car across Russia, to see what his post-Communist country now looked like. The BBC was on hand to film the entire passage and pay for it.

On the first of 17 stops, his judgment was already clear. His homeland, he said, was "tortured, stunned, altered beyond recognition." As he traveled on, encountering hearty crowds, signing books and meeting dignitaries as well as ordinary people, his gloom deepened. And after settling into a new home on the edge of Moscow, he began to voice his pessimism, deploring the crime, corruption, collapsing services, faltering democracy and what he felt to be the spiritual decline of Russia.

In Vermont, he had never warmed to Mr. Gorbachev and his reform policies of perestroika. He thought they were the last-ditch tactics of a leader defending a system that Mr. Solzhenitsyn had long known to be doomed.

For a while he was impressed by Boris N. Yeltsin, Russia's first freely elected leader, but then turned against him. Mr. Yeltsin, he said, had failed to defend the interests of ethnic Russians, who had become vulnerable foreign minorities in the newly independent countries that had so suddenly been sheared off from the Soviet Union. Later, he criticized the advent of Vladimir V. Putin as antidemocratic.

Russians initially greeted Mr. Solzhenitsyn with high hopes. On the eve of his return, a poll in St. Petersburg showed him to be the favorite choice for president. But he soon made it clear that he had no wish to take on a political role in influencing Russian society, and his reception soon turned tepid.

Few Russians were reading "The Red Wheel." The books were said to be too long for young readers.

Michael Specter, then The New York Times correspondent in Moscow, observed, "Leading intellectuals here consider his oratory hollow, his time past and his mission unclear."

Nationalists, who had once hoped for his blessing, were alienated by his rejection. Democratic reformers, who wanted his backing, were offended by his aloofness and criticism of them. Old Communists reviled him as they always had.

In October 1994, Mr. Solzhenitsyn addressed Russia's Parliament. His complaints and condemnations had not abated. "This is not a democracy, but an oligarchy," he declared. "Rule by the few." He spoke for an hour, and when he finished, there was only a smattering of applause.

Mr. Solzhenitsyn started appearing on television twice a week as the host of a 15-minute show called "A Meeting With Solzhenitsyn." Most times he veered into condemnatory monologues that left his less outspoken guests with little to do but look on. Alessandra Stanley, writing about the program for The Times, said Mr. Solzhenitsyn came across "as a combination of Charlie Rose and Moses." After receiving poor ratings, the program was canceled a year after it was started.

As the century turned, Mr. Solzhenitsyn continued to write. In a 2001 book, he confronted the relationship of Russians and Jews, a subject that some critics had long contended he had ignored or belittled in his fiction. A few accused him of anti-Semitism. Irving Howe, the literary critic, did not go that far but maintained that in "August 1914," Mr. Solzhenitsyn was dismissive of Jewish concerns and gave insufficient weight to pogroms and other persecution of the Jews. Others noted that none of the prisoners in "Ivan Denisovich" were definitively identified as a Jew, and the one whose Jewish identity was subtly hinted at was the one who had the most privileges and was protected from the greatest rigors.

Mr. Remnick defended Mr. Solzhenitsyn, saying he "in fact, is not anti-Semitic; his books are not anti-Semitic, and he is not, in his personal relations, anti-Jewish; Natalia's mother is Jewish, and not a few of his friends are, too."

In the final years of his life, Mr. Solzhenitsyn had spoken approvingly of a "restoration" of Russia under Mr. Putin, and was criticized in some quarters as increasingly nationalist.

In an interview last year with Der Spiegel, Mr. Solzhenitsyn said that Russians' view of the West as a "knight of democracy" had been shattered by the NATO bombing of Serbia, an event he called "a grave disillusion, a crushing of ideals." He dismissed Western democracy-building efforts, telling the Times of London in 2005 that democracy "is not worth a brass farthing if it is installed by bayonet."

In 2007, he accepted a State Prize from then-President Putin — after refusing, on principle, similar prizes from Gorbachev and from Yeltsin. Mr. Putin, he said in the Der Spiegel interview, "inherited a ransacked and bewildered country, with a poor and demoralized people. And he started to do what was possible — a slow and gradual restoration."

Anne Barnard contributed reporting from Moscow, and Ellen Barry from New York.

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: August 7, 2008 An obituary on Monday about Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, the Russian writer, misstated the title of his first novel and the year it appeared in Novy Mir, a Russian literary journal. The novel is "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich," not "A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich," and Novy Mir published it in 1962, not 1963.

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: August 7, 2008 The obituary also misspelled the given name and surname of a Russian writer who, like Mr. Solzhenitsyn, had been persecuted under the Soviet system. He was Osip Mandelstam, not Iosip Mandleshtam.

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: August 7, 2008 And a subheading and a passage in the obituary also referred incorrectly to 1918, the year of Mr. Solzhenitsyn's birth. That was one year after the Russian Revolution, a series of events that led to the official formation of the Soviet Union in December 1922. Mr. Solzhenitsyn was not "Born With the Soviet Union" or born "a year after the Soviet Union arose from revolution."