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“Our party, like any other political party, strives for political supremacy for itself.”
― Vladimir Lenin, Collected Works, Volume 34: Letters, November 1895-November 1911

“La narrazione di una serie di eventi, anche quando viene rielaborata da uno storico, contiene sempre una selezione arbitraria che propone un contenuto non riducibile alla verit脿 dei singoli fatti raccontati. Per quanto si tenti di tenere l'interpretazione separata dagli elementi fattuali, la narrazione intreccia inevitabilmente il significato che si vuole dare agli eventi, alla loro selezione e giustapposizione. A maggior ragione una narrazione dal forte e intenzionale carattere ideologico, com'猫 necessariamente quella che cercano di divulgare i diversi attori all'indomani di un evento contrastato come l'Ottobre, contiene in s茅 un elemento di giudizio che prevale sui fatti stessi riordinandoli in modo coerente. Paradossalmente, anche due narrazioni diverse e contrapposte possono mantenere un livello di verit脿 storica convincente o accettabile, perch茅 la fonte della sua legittimazione 猫 comunque l'interpretazione, al di l脿 del modo pi霉 o meno veritiero o verosimile con cui gli eventi sono stati raccontati.”
― Marcello Flores, 1917. La Rivoluzione

“鈥� I am disappointed by the events of the last days [October 1917] not because I do not desire the triumph of the working class in Russia but precisely because I pray for it with all the strength of my soul鈥�. [We must] remember Engels' remark that there would be no greater historical tragedy for the working class than to seize political power when it is not ready for it. [Such a seizure of power] would compel it to retreat far back from the positions which were won in February and March of the present year.”
― Georgi Plekhanov, The Gulag Archipelago

“She leads me to a parlor room, where tailors are pinning up a white, lacy gown, with long sleeves and a layered skirt, made in the style of the year 1917. The same year the Romanov Empire fell. At their request, I slip it on and step on a stool in the middle of the room. My throat clenches when I gaze into the golden mirror. I鈥檓 a living impression of Empress Alexandra, wife of Nicholas II. I look like I鈥檝e stepped out of the black-and-white pictures and transported myself to another time.”
― Megan Linski, Court of Vampires

“We dined at a vegetarian restaurant with the enticing name 鈥業 Eat Nobody,鈥� and Tolstoy's picture prominent on the walls, and then sallied out into the streets.”
― John Reed, Ten Days That Shook the World

“To The Warmongers

I'm back again from hell
With loathsome thoughts to sell;
secrets of death to tell;
And horrors from the abyss.

Young faces bleared with blood
sucked down into the mud,
You shall hear things like this,
Till the tormented slain

Crawl round and once again,
With limbs that twist awry
Moan out their brutish pain,
As the fighters pass them by.

For you our battles shine
With triumph half-divine;
And the glory of the dead
Kindles in each proud eye.

But a curse is on my head,
That shall not be unsaid,
And the wounds in my heart are red,
For I have watched them die.”
― Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems

“Quello che sto per dire 猫 molto strano. Ma scrivere mi 猫 NOIOSO. Si, tra la rossa nebbia, tra questi schifosi orrori senza precedenti, al fondo di questa insensibilit脿 vi 猫 la noia. Un turbinio di eventi e - immobilit脿. Ogni cosa sta crollando, sta andando al diavolo - e non c'猫 vita. Nella vita umana vi 猫 sempre l'elemento della lotta volontaria; adesso essa quasi non esiste. Ve n'猫 cos矛 poca, nel centro degli eventi. E vi 猫 il fetore della carogna.”
― Zinaida Gippius

“the sound of tramping feet beat out a requiem for the old world - but no one could be sure where it might lead”
― Catherine Merridale, Lenin on the Train

“Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.”
― Edward Lear, Nonsense

“I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm travelling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home”
― A Wayfaring Stranger

“The leading authorities on the subject of revolutionary upheavals recognize three essentials for a revolution 鈥� using the word in its historical sense and not in its popular sense of 鈥渁 Red plot鈥�:
a revolutionary situation, a revolutionary leadership, and a revolutionary act,
a triple necessity admirably illustrated by the Leninist revolution in Russia in 1917, so
admirably indeed that to the very great detriment of the revolutionary cause the brilliant
opportunism which took full advantage of special, circumstances has been stereotyped
into a formula which is at once a recipe for and a test of revolution.”
― R.T. Clark

“Time makes me be a soldier; but I know
That had I lived six hundred years ago,
I might have tried to build within my heart
A church like this, where I could dwell apart”
― Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems

“However harmful the kailyard tradition was to Scottish literature and the perception of Scotland, it invariably portrayed village or small town life in Scotland as harmonious and not umpleasant. At the beginning of the twentieth century, an anti-kailyard tradition of Scottish literature developed, most markedly represented by two novels: George Douglas Brown, 'The House with the Green Shutters (1901), and John MacDougall Hay, Gillespie (1914). Both were based on the authors' own experience of Scottish villages (Ochiltree and Tarbert respectively). Both display the unsavoury and tragic side of parochial life.

Could we view The Little White Town of Never Weary as a sort of riposte to this tradition? It certainly emphasises the more idyllic traditional life of rural market town and burgh.”
― Ian Spring, The Little White Town of Never Weary