The sun's champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace could be seen. In the… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Homo sapiens is only man, in the fullest sense of the word, when his grammar contains no question marks, only exclamation marks, commas, and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“Do you know this feeling? When you're in an aero speeding up through a blue spiral, the window open, the wind whistling, and there's… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought. ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")” — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“No, I did not understand. But I nodded silently. I was dissolved, I was infinitely small, I was a point... There is, after all,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
In adopting the form of the adventure novel, Wells deepened it, raised its intellectual value, and brought into it elements of social philosophy and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul." A soul? That strange, ancient, long-forgotten word. We sometimes use the words "soul-stirring,"… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“But how was I going to explain my whole being, this whole disease that I've been jotting down in these pages? So I shut… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“I felt I hadn't breathed since early morning, that my heart had not beat-and only now for the first time I took a breath,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“What is the matter -a soul? You say a soul? Oh, damn it! We may soon retrogress even to the cholera epidemics.” — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
The literature of the immediate future will inevitably turn away from painting, whether respectably realistic or modern, and from daily life, whether old or… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
