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“I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“And after his death - or even before it, perhaps - he lived on in camp legend as a demented old man of seventy who had once written poetry in the outside world and was therefore nicknamed The Poet. And another old man - or was it the same one? - lived in the transit camp of Vtoraya Rechka, waiting to be shipped to Kolyma, and was thought by many people to be Osip Mandelstam - which, for all I know, he may have been. That is all I have been able to find out about the last days, illness and death of Mandelstam. Others know very much less about the death of their dear ones.”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“On the bottom shelf M. kept the books from his childhood days: Pushkin, Lermontov, Gogol, the Iliad - they are described in The Noise of Time and happened to have been saved by M.'s father. Most of them later perished in Kalinin when I was fleeing from the Germans. The way we have scurried to and fro in the twentieth century, trapped between Hitler and Stalin!”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“The idea of good seems really to be inborn, and those who sin against the laws of humanity always see their error in the end - or their children do.”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“The old Russian proverb that prison or the poorhouse waits for every man has never been more true, and the verb "to write" took on an additional meaning in the Russian language.”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“The old Russian proverb that prison or the poorhouse waits for every man has never been more true and the verb, "to write" took on an additional meaning in the Russian language.”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“It seems to me that for any artist eternity is something tangibly present in every fleeting fraction of time, which he would gladly stop and thus make even more tangible. What causes anguish in an artist is not longing for eternity, but a temporary loss of his feeling that every second of time is, in its fullness and density, the equal of eternity itself”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

“...the earth is not an encumbrance or an unfortunate accident, but a God-given palace.

--OSIP MANDELSTAM”
― Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope