Christmas Eve 1917: “You don’t know the everyday life - it’s all one big accident!”
A betrayal already means love. You can’t betray an acquaintance.
Some people are selling themselves for money, I’m selling myself for poetry (soul).
A pale dawn.
Word is akin to second flesh for a human. It's a triunity: soul, body, and word. Which is why only poets are perfect.
Lyova! Tomorrow I’ll wire you money. I think that you’ll be able to come back to Moscow soon, just wait a little longer, it will be safer that way. Of course, I know how boring it is - worse, even - but I beg you to do as I say. See more
Alya, at the time of the uprising (as far as I've heard, I wasn't there, I was in Feodosia):
-Poor Irina! How late have you been born! And such horrible things are now hanging over your head!
Alya:
— "Marina! What do I do? I don't want to marry a man!"
Leo! Yesterday I was at S’s. He offered to help with selling the house. To some Pole. Regarding another subject, he says I should write you down as a candidate for some economic society. See more
In a train car. (2nd return track to Moscow. I'm on my way):
-Breshkovsky is a rascal, too! She said "you should go to war!"
-Destroy all the poor people and enjoy life again!
I infinitely and easily surrender, when it comes to my soul. I fear that I will not get a ticket for the train, and incidentally, I do not fear at all that this train takes me away from humanity, who… human, of whom… See more
Now I have only one method of gratitude at my disposal: poems. They live on food, lend a cot: I recite poetry, rewrite poetry, write poetry. The soul pays for the body. How I would like to say that poems are uninteresting, and simply, for me to be loved! And to pay for a meal, as a meal!
During the Moscow uprising, cadet officer Moses Halman defended the The Panagia Portaitissa.
If you are alive, if I am fated to see you again, listen: yesterday, on the road towards Kharkov, I went past the southern border. There were 9000 dead. I can’t tell you about tonight because it has not ended. It’s a grey morning now. I’m in the corridor. You have to understand! I'm on the move and writing to you and I don't know now... but there are words here that I cannot write. See more