Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak
Boris Leonidovich Pasternakwas a Soviet and Russian poet, novelist, and literary translator. In his native Russian, Pasternak's first book of poems, My Sister, Life, is one of the most influential collections ever published in the Russian language. Pasternak's translations of stage plays by Goethe, Schiller, Calderon and Shakespeare remain very popular with Russian audiences...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 February 1890
CountryRussian Federation
thinking people revolutionary
I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.
men beast century
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth
wall shadow scarves
As before the collapse, the setting sun brushed the tiles, brought out the warm brown glow on the wallpaper, and hung the shadow of the birch on the wall as if it were a woman's scarf.
love-is murder
Failure to love is almost like murder.
self want principles
If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself...
art moving reading
A literary creation can appeal to us in all sorts of ways-by its theme, subject, situations, characters. But above all it appeals to us by the presence in it of art. It is the presence of art in Crime and Punishment that moves us deeply rather than the story of Raskolnikov's crime.
lying order best-effort
Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It brings back the forgotten; one's stores of energy, seemingly exhausted, come back to life.
loss gains ifs
In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
An unshared happiness is not happiness.
love people remarkable
Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
art keys joy
Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
snow world tables
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
writing might copying
As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
anniversary strong love-is
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.