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“ ”a desgraça de um gosto mediano é ainda pior do que a desgraça de não ter gosto nenhum
About Boris Pasternak
Boris Leonidovich Pasternak [Борис Леонидович Пастернак] (10 February 1890 – 30 May 1960) was a Russian poet and writer famous for his 1957 novel Doctor Zhivago. His first book of poems, My Sister, Life (1917), is one of the most influential collections ever published in the Russian language. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1958, an event which enraged the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, which forced him to decline the prize, though his descendants were later to accept it in his name in 1988.
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Additional quotes by Boris Pasternak
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noice of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all you grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.
To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.
Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.
„Тя не държи да се харесва — мислеше си той, — да бъде красива, чаровна. Пренебрегва тази страна от женската същност и сякаш сама се наказва, задето е толкова хубава. И тази горда враждебност към себе си десеторно увеличава чара й.
Колко е хубаво всичко, което прави. Чете така, сякаш това не е висша човешка дейност, а е нещо най-просто, достъпно и за животните. Все едно носи вода или бели картофи.“
Покрай тези размишления докторът се поуспокои. Рядко спокойствие обзе душата му. Мислите му престанаха да бягат и да прескачат от едно на друго. Той се усмихна неволно.
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.