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 natur… - Nikolai 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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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 П. Глечик Н. Г. ОООО Г. Янов N. N. ***
Native Name: Микола Васильович Гоголь-Яновський гербу Яструбець
Alternative Names: Nikolay Vasil'yevich Gogol' Nikolaĭ Vasilʹevich Gogolʹ N. V. Hohalʹ Mykola Vasylʹovych Hoholʹ Gogolʹ N. V. Gogolʹ Nicholai V. Gogol Nikolay Vasil'yevich Gogol Nicolai Gogol Nikolay Vasilyevich Gogol Nikolaus Gogol Nikolay Gogol' N. Gogolis Nicolaus Gogol Nikolay Gogol Nikolaj Gogolj Nikolaj Gogolʹ Mikołaj Gogol En Gogolli Ko-kuo-li Nicolas Gogol Nikolai Vasil´evich Gogol´ N. V. Gogolj Guogeli Geguoli Kuo-ko-li Nikolai Vasil'evich Gogol Nicolai Vasilievitch Gogol Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol

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To tell the truth, I often felt uneasy when I thought of the excessive brittleness and fragility of the moon. The moon is generally repaired in Hamburg, and very imperfectly. It is done by a lame cooper, an obvious blockhead who has no idea how to do it. He took waxed thread and olive-oil—hence that pungent smell over all the earth which compels people to hold their noses. And this makes the moon so fragile that no men can live on it, but only noses. Therefore we cannot see our noses, because they are on the moon.

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