Not Of This World

In love, there is something aristocratic and creative, deeply personal, non-genderal, non-canonical, non-prescriptive, love is backbreaking for consciousness. Love is already laid in some diverse plan of existence; not in the plan where human race lives and develops. Love is not necessary to the human race, not necessary to continue its run and dispensation. It stays somewhere aside. Above love cannot be theologizing nor moralizing nor sociologizing nor biologizing; it is just out of that, it is “not of this world,” love is an unearthly flower dying in the midst of this world. The growth of love is tragically impossible. It has been certified by the greatest artists and poets of all time.

Nikolai Berdyaev

Religious Meaning Of Love

There is nothing more disgusting than a female demonism, male anger and male vanity in a woman; as well as self-adoration, which introduces strife and enmity into the world. The evil struggle between women and men for supremacy, the vicious enmity in love itself, poisoning the basis of gender, can be terminated only by reconstitution of the religious meaning of love.

Nikolai Berdyaev

Two Ways Of Living

There are two ways of living. The first is to live by pleasing yourself. The second is to live, pleasing God and thus pleasing yourself. The first way seems the clearest, most profitable and short. But this is an illusion. When people live to please themselves, they are involuntarily jealous of each other, suspecting that the other is more agile for himself. Hence occur the mutual hatred that transforms a shortcut into the endless path of universal struggle with one another. When people live pleasing God and thus themselves, they do not feel jealous of each other. God does not single out beloved ones. Figuratively speaking, they often look up, and not at each other. They do not bother to look at each other. They look at each other with their already refreshed eyes.

Fazil Iskander

Love Me Like You Are Loved

A letter to Mrs. Saltykova, second half of May, 1825. Petersburg: Notify me, dear Sofia Michailovna, about your health, and have pity on your Delvig. He woke up today with a huge lip, damn fly kissed him sleepy. You can not imagine how it hurts me from such a trifle to sit at home and kiss your hands only in imagination. Speaking of hands by the way: herewith I return your rings, yesterday accidentally stolen by me. Love me like you are loved by Delvig.

Delvig Anton

Love For Deeds In Themselves

– I do not respect people: they are lazy, they like to live in idleness, especially in winter, and they do not carry love for deeds in themselves, and because of that they do not have peace in their soul. If they say a lot, – so is in order to conceal their flaws, and if they are silent – so, it means they do not believe in anything. The beginning in them is obscure and incomprehensible; and it does no good, that around them so many authorities are set up: if in a human there is no beginning – you will not drive it from the outside. People are shaky and unbelieving…

Maksim Gorky

Thirty Rubles A Month

A grandson came to Faina Ranevskaya with his beloved girlfriend and represents her:

– Faina Gieorgievna, this is Katya. She knows how to perfectly cook, loves to bake cakes, carefully cleans up the apartment…      

– Well, my boy! Thirty rubles a month and let her come on Tuesdays and Fridays.

Faina Ranevskaya

Life Like A Human

Man his own thirty years lived like a human – ate, drank, fought in the war, danced at weddings, loved young women and girls. As donkey worked fifteen years, acquired wealth. A fifteen dog-like years he kept his wealth, always told lies and was angry, did not sleep at night. And then he became such a nasty and old, like the monkey. And all shook their heads and laughed at his old age.

Ivan Bunin