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“Seeing that I would never manage to fall asleep, I arose, lit a candle, and after dressing went outside.

Beneath the dull glow of the winter moon the snow glowed like pale blue china. The sidewalks sparkled weakly beneath the rays of the flickering street lamps; the benumbed streets slumbered forlornly. I walked, passing one corner after the other, and suddenly found myself on the edge of town. Further, beyond the square, an endless expanse began to glisten with a somber silverness.

I stopped just before the gates. My intent gaze could distinguish nothing in the distant white expanse. Before me rose the imposing bank of the Volga like a gigantic snowdrift. So barren and uninviting was this deserted view resembling eternity that my heart contracted.

I turned to the right and approached quite close to the monastery enclosure. From behind the bronze gates, glimmered a dense net of crosses and gravestones. The ancient eyes of the church gazed forbiddingly down on me, and with an eerie feeling I thought of the monks sleeping at this moment in tomb-like cells together with corpses. Were any of them thinking of the hour of death on this night?

("Lamia")”
― Boris Sadovskoy, Silver Age of Russian Culture

“वह कैसे भविष्यवाणी कर सकती है कि जि�� स्वर्ग की हमने आकाश मे�� कल्पना की है, वह उस दि�� ढह जाएग�� यद�� वह किसी तर�� यह स्वर्ग बन गय��? स्वर्ग मे�� स्वर्ग और अधोलोक मे�� नर्क को स्वर्ग-नर�� के आधार पर व्यापा�� करने के लि�� धरती पर स्वर्ग और नर्क की आवश्यकता है�� यह आवश्यकता राजा-एंडी और दा��-स्वामी के बी�� के अंतर से पूरी होती है”
― Rahul Sankrityayan, वोल्गा से गंगा

“From the Volga to the Irtysh, from the Urals to Afghanistan, a solid mass of us lived, Kazakhs.
Now when different people penetrate into our midst, why are we not able to live as such, a Kazakh nation?”
― Ahmed Baitursinuli