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I am very fond of the modest manner of life of those solitary owners of remote villages, who in Little Russia are commonly called "old-fashioned," wh… - Nikolai Gogol
" "I am very fond of the modest manner of life of those solitary owners of remote villages, who in Little Russia are commonly called "old-fashioned," who are like tumbledown picturesque little houses, delightful in their simplicity and complete unlikeness to the new smooth buildings whose walls have not yet been discolored by the rain, whose roofs are not yet covered with green lichen, and whose porch does not display its bricks through the peeling stucco.
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About Nikolai Gogol
Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol (Russian: Никола́й Васи́льевич Го́голь) (1 April 1809 – 4 March 1852) was a Ukrainian-born Russian writer, whose best known work is perhaps Dead Souls, seen by many as the first "modern" Russian novel.
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Pen Names:
В. Алов
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П. Глечик
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Н. Г.
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ОООО
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Г. Янов
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N. N.
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Native Name:
Микола Васильович Гоголь-Яновський гербу Яструбець
Alternative Names:
Nikolay Vasil'yevich Gogol'
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Nikolaĭ Vasilʹevich Gogolʹ
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N. V. Hohalʹ
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Mykola Vasylʹovych Hoholʹ
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Gogolʹ
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N. V. Gogolʹ
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Nicholai V. Gogol
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Nikolay Vasil'yevich Gogol
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Nicolai Gogol
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Nikolay Vasilyevich Gogol
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Nikolaus Gogol
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Nikolay Gogol'
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N. Gogolis
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Nicolaus Gogol
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Nikolay Gogol
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Nikolaj Gogolj
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Nikolaj Gogolʹ
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Mikołaj Gogol
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En Gogolli
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Ko-kuo-li
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Nicolas Gogol
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Nikolai Vasil´evich Gogol´
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N. V. Gogolj
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Guogeli
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Geguoli
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Kuo-ko-li
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Nikolai Vasil'evich Gogol
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Nicolai Vasilievitch Gogol
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Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol
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Rus! Rus! I see you, from my lovely enchanted remoteness I see you: a country of dinginess, and bleakness and dispersal; no arrogant wonders of nature crowned by the arrogant wonders of art appear within you to delight or terrify the eyes... So what is the incomprehensible secret force driving me towards you? Why do I constantly hear the echo of your mournful song as it is carried from the sea through your entire expanse?... And since you are without end yourself, is it not within you that a boundless thought will be born?
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