Showing posts from January, 2011

Mikhail Lermontov: Borodino

– HEY tell, old man, had we a cause
When Moscow, razed by fire, once was
Given up to Frenchman's blow?
Old-timers talk about some frays,
And they remember well those days!
With cause all Russia fashions lays
About Borodino!

– Yea, were there men when I was young,
Whose songs your tribe is not to 've sung:
They'd fight,– you 're none as good!
An evil lot have they been drawn:
Few left the grounds to which they had gone...
Had it not been God's will alone,
Old Moscow should have stood!

Retreating this day and the next,
We wonder'd when 's our battle, vext;
The veterans talk'd upset:
"What then? we 're off to winter dorms?
Go the commanders by new norms;
Daren't they rip foreign uniforms
On Russian bayonet?"

And then we had come upon a plain:
Here 's room to fight with might and main!
There built we a redoubt.
Our troops are curt on high alert!
Soon as sun's beams on cannon spurt,
And on the bluish wood-tops sq…

Siege of Leningrad - September 8, 1941 - January 27, 1944


Matilda Kshesinskaya

Kshesinskaya was born to an artistic family. Her grandfather was a famous violin player, singer and actor and both her parents were ballet dancers although her mother abandoned the stage after marriage, dedicating herself to her family.

At the age of eight Matilda enrolled in the Imperial Theatre School, where her brother and sister already studied.

Her life and artistic career were closely linked to the Czar’s family. She would always remember the day of her graduation exam, which became a turning point in her life. The exam was traditionally attended by Czar Alexander III, the Empress and the successor to the Russian throne, the future Emperor Nicholas II. After the show, the Emperor told her: “Be the fame and decoration of our ballet!”

Later in her memoirs she recalled how excited and impressed she was with these words: “I said to myself that I must live up to these hopes!”

But it was the meeting with 21-year-old heir to the throne Nikolay Aleksandrovich, future Czar Nicholas II ,…

Mikhail Larionov

Mikhail Fiodorovich Larionov was born in Tiraspol, Moldova on June 3, 1881 and died in Fontenay-aux-Roses, near Paris, on May 10, 1964. He was the son of Fiodor Mikhailovich Larionov, a doctor and a pharmacist, and Aleksandra Fiodorovna Petrovskaia, but he grew up in his grandparents' home in Tiraspol. He attended the Voskresenskii Technical High School in Moscow and in 1898 entered the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. Here he met Natal'ia Goncharova, who remained his lifelong companion. His imaginative work soon caught the attention of colleagues and critics and in1906 he was invited to exhibit with the Union of Russian Artists and to participate in the Russian Art exhibition at the Salon d'Automne in Paris. When Larionov met Nikolai Riabushinskii, editor of the Zolotoe runo (the Golden Fleece), the famous art mecenas became the artist's chief patron and in 1908 helped him organize the "Golden Fleece" exhibition of the modern French pa…

Death of the Leader - Vladimir Ilyich Lenin (22 April 1870 – 21 January 1924)

"Today is the anniversary of the untimely death of Lenin, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, one of the greatest men of the XX century" writes Colonel Cassad - death of the leader and brings lots of photos like this one.

Vladimir Ilyich Lenin (22 April 1870 – 21 January 1924), born Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, was a Russian Marxist revolutionary and communist politician who led the October Revolution of 1917. As leader of the Bolsheviks, he headed the Soviet state during its initial years (1917–1924), as it fought to establish control of Russia in the Russian Civil War and worked to create a socialist economic system.

Abandoned Remains of the Russian Space Shuttle Project Buran

More photos you can see here:World Of Mysteries

The big chill: Yakutsk's market

Think our winter's been a bit grim? Try visiting Yakutsk – the Russian city where 'a bit nippy' means minus 50C, and a quick dash to the corner shop could end in frostbite.

More photos here.

Maxim Gorky: The Cemetery

In a town of the steppes where I found life exceedingly dull, the best and the brightest spot was the cemetery. Often did I use to walk there, and once it happened that I fell asleep on some thick, rich, sweet-smelling grass in a cradle-like hollow between two tombs.

From that sleep I was awakened with the sound of blows being struck against the ground near my head. The concussion of them jarred me not a little, as the earth quivered and tinkled like a bell. Raising myself to a sitting posture, I found sleep still so heavy upon me that at first my eyes remained blinded with unfathomable darkness, and could not discern what the matter was. The only thing that I could see amid the golden glare of the June sunlight was a wavering blur which at intervals seemed to adhere to a grey cross, and to make it give forth a succession of soft creaks.

Presently, however--against my wish, indeed--that wavering blur resolved itself into a little, elderly man. Sharp-featured, with a thick, silvery tuf…

Vassily Aksyonov: Victory, a Story with Exaggerations

In a compartment on an express train, the grandmaster was playing a game of chess with a casual fellow-traveler.

When the man stepped into the compartment, he had immediately recognized the grandmaster, and he was immediately set aflame with an unthinkable desire for an unthinkable victory over the grandmaster. "Who knows," he thought, casting crafty, calculating glances at the grandmaster, "Who knows? He doesn't look so tough."

The grandmaster immediately understood that he had been recognized and, with a twinge of melancholy, he resigned himself to his fate. He wouldn't get away without playing at least two games. He also immediately recognized this man's type. From time to time, while gazing from the windows of the Chess Club on Gogol Boulevard, he had seen the pink round foreheads of such people.

When the train began to move, the grandmaster's traveling companion stretched himself with a naive cunning and asked indifferently:

"Care to play …