“What meanness to be sentenced to such a climate!”

“What meanness to be sentenced to such a climate!”

Kommersant Weekend learned that Russian classics really thought about the Russian winter.

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Frost, snow, snowstorm, Blizzard, thaw, frost, ice, snow drifts, drifting snow again, thaw, frozen ponds and glass, short days, long nights, cold, cold, cold all of these wonderful components of the Russian winter sung in countless number of works of Russian literature. The admiration of writers consistently shared a rare for Russia, the case and the official propaganda.

Classics (and government) has always considered the availability of such miracles that time of year as a token of her election.

They praised the ability of the indigenous population not only regularly to survive in it (and the Germans — death), and hold it triumphantly. Nikita Soldatov collected winter impressions of Russian writers, whom they have not shared with readers, but with loved ones.

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At the Central stadium named after Lenin in Moscow organized a Grand celebration of the “Russian winter”. On the square in front of the stadium set women, funny ice sculptures, and colorful posters with texts from the works of classical writers, glorifying the Russian winter (“Soviet culture”, January 2, 1958).


And in the woods and on the porch
Everywhere a visitor has visited:
Scattered blankets,
The bridge was built on the river,
All the Windows are painted
All tracks covered.
Hello, Zimushka-winter!
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All night raged the Blizzard piled up drifts, peppered dies — way skidder. But as soon as began to dawn, all the people of the land went to their jobs. Waist-deep in snow are firebreak doors, demobilized soldiers Ivan Novoselov Viktor Seliverstov, pulling a cable. And here sang the motor systems (Izvestiya, February 23, 1957).

Open the calendar
Starts January.
In January, in January
A lot of snow in the yard.
Snow on the roof, on the porch.
The sun in the blue sky.
In our house, stoked the stove,
In the sky the smoke is a pillar.
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Popular signs of promise this year’s harsh and snowy winter. Of course, in Moscow and other big cities the snow is stopping cars. But if you think about it — like waiting for him every time the earth is as anxious for their winter crop, for future shoots its green orchards and vineyards! So let it freely lies on the plains of the father (“the Truth”, December 1986).

The winds blow in February,
Howling loudly in the pipes.
Snake rushes through the land
Light drifting snow.
Over the Kremlin wall —
Jets links.
The glory of our dear army
On the day of her birth!
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Burning solar storm sweeps across the steppe. Steppe is ringing and people are looking at arriving the snow and rejoice, thinking about the future of bread. Al processor quietly hums, when the person in the mask for his star of the blowtorch. They have — its dialogue, its memory, its purpose ahead of (“Truth”, February 1, 1973).

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Whirled snowstorms, it is bitter cold, and in some days of December the thermometer was minus 54 degrees. But, despite the harsh winter, living a full life of great team builders of the Bratsk hydroelectric station (“news”, 1 January 1960).

All of us warms the care of the Motherland, the highest score of our labor party and the people.
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Crimson sunsets and the passages of the sun over the capital, the night sky sparkles with thousands of stars, the days dry and betweeny (Pravda, 2 December 1946).

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In the vast expanse of our country people are these days living a seemingly normal life, working, as always. But there is in this ordinariness, the manifestation of a special kind of courage, which is usually even not to say. Say, frost and the cold. But if you think about it? The man defies the elements, the crushing of the steel (Izvestia, January 9, 1969).