“…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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The night was all frost and a fairy tale.
Boris Pasternak, 20th Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel, from ‘The Christmas Star’, tr. Yakov Hornstein
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Yury Annenkov - Boris Pasternak (1921)
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This girl is charged with all the femininity in the world. If you go near her or touch her with your finger, a spark will light up the room and either kill you on the spot or electrify you for your whole life. If it’s so painful for a man to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it must be to be a woman and to be the electricity, and to inspire love.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago (1957)
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February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you're sobbing,
while black Spring burns deep
through the slush and throbbing.
Boris Pasternak, 'February. Take ink and weep'
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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“Things I hold most dear: music, nature, poetry, solitude.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva to Boris Pasternak, April 1926
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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“How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
Drawing: "Boris Pasternak Writing" by Leonid Pasternak
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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Where is she now, today?
Is she happier and freer than I, or more enslaved and more dead?
~Boris Pasternak
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I fear death only because it is I who will die, without having had the chance to be everyone else.
Boris Pasternak, in a letter to Marina Tsvetayeva, Letters, Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetayeva, Rilke
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Hamlet (1964)
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