Nikolai Gogol
Nikolai Gogol
Nikolai Vasilievich Gogolwas a Russian dramatist, novelist and short story writer of Ukrainian ethnicity. Russian and Ukrainian scholars debate whether or not Gogol was of their respective ethnicities...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 March 1809
CityVelyki Sorochyntsi, Ukraine
CountryRussian Federation
everywhere happened life man meet russian-writer sure unlike
Everywhere a man will be sure to meet at least once in his life something that is unlike anything he had happened to see before.
absurd happens utterly
What is utterly absurd happens in the world
marvelous insignificant
We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant.
laughter hero journey
I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
savages manners refined
...how much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners...
laughter differences public-opinion
For public opinion does not admit that lofty rapturous laughter is worthy to stand beside lofty lyrical emotion and that there isall the difference in the world between it and the antics of a clown at a fair.
russia goodness
Goodness, how sad is our Russia!
righteous courses profitable
It's the most righteous, which of course is not the same thing as the most profitable.
soil may lord
The Lord grant we may all be tillers of the soil.
profound brain slumber
...and sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.
elderly young gogol
Also, though not over-elderly, he was not over-young.
listen-to-me
They don’t listen to me, they don’t hear me, they don’t see me.
debris shows governors
The more debris there is the more it will show the governor's activity.
barely draws force midst mysterious plains squat towns
Russia! Russia... Everything in you is open, desolate and level; your squat towns barely protrude in the midst of the plains like dots, like counters; there is nothing to tempt or enchant the onlooker's gaze. But what is this inscrutable, mysterious force that draws me to you?