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My Childhood begins tragically… When Alyosha is three years old his father dies… In a narrow, darkened room, my father, dressed in a white and unusually long garment, lay on the floor under the window. The toes of his bare feet were curiously extended, and the fingers of the still hands, which rested Leggi tutto

Before Gorky went political, he wrote this book. It is his best writing, amazing despite his having so little formal education, amazing for its beauty and power, amazing for how devoid of self pity it is. It begins with a memory of seeing his father dead. Gorky is only a small child. He doesn't unde Leggi tutto

Now, with one swift mighty motionHe has raised his bride on highAnd has cast her where the watersOf the Volga roll and sigh . https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stenka_... When Ian told me (in our youth) of this Russian song, the story of the robber Stenka Razin, it began my fascination with the Russian

" Çocukluğumda bir kovan gibi görürdüm kendimi: Basit, sıradan insanlar, hayat üzerine bilgilerinin, düşüncelerinin balını arılar gibi kovanıma taşır, sunabildikleri ne varsa ruhumu zenginleştirmek üzere getirip cömertçe sunardı. Bal her zaman temiz olmazdı, hatta çoğu kez acı olurdu. Ama her bilgi, Leggi tutto

Probably one of the most positive things in Maxim Gorky’s memoir of him looking back at himself on when he was a young child was the cover photo of the Penguin 20th Century Classics edition I read from — it was a photograph of him when he was probably 2 or 3 sitting on top of his father’s shoulders. Leggi tutto