RUSSIAN THROUGH
PROPAGANDA
Russian Through Propaganda provides textbooks and dual-language readers for serious students of Russian.
Russian Through Propaganda (Books 1 & 2)
Beginning with the Russian alphabet and ending with readings of Soviet-era poetry and prose in the original, these volumes provide thorough coverage of Russian grammar, illustrated with Soviet propaganda posters. Topics include verb conjugation, tense and aspect, verbs of motion, case endings, reflexive verbs, numbers, indefinites, and much more.
Russian Through Poems and Paintings (Books 3 and 4)
The series continues by reaching further back in Russian history, to the Imperial period, with daily poems from the likes of Pushkin and Lermontov, and a survey of Russian art. Topics include deverbal forms (participles), advanced verbs of motion and verbs of position, and extensive work with word formation. Reading selections include Pushkin, Tolstoy, Chekhov, Goncharov, and Nekrasov.
Zamyatin’s “We” Now Available!
I’m excited to finally announce that the latest title in the “Reading Russian” series is now available, both in paperback and for Kindle. This title is something very different from the ones I’ve done so far. Chances are you may never even have heard of this novel — but if you haven’t, you should really check it out; most students I talk to who have read it have loved it. This is a genre-defining work of modern dystopian science fiction that, despite being written in 1920-21, is disturbingly prophetic in its depiction of a totalitarian state. The elements of Soviet society in particular that were foreseen by Zamyatin are laid out with uncanny accuracy — from sham elections (or rather “Days of Unanimity”), to a cult of personality, to efforts to colonize space in the name of ideology, to stifling surveillance by secret police, arrests, interrogations, and executions… the list goes on and on. Although very funny in places, this novel is ultimately chilling. It’s undoubtedly a can’t-miss classic of Russian literature.
I step out from the entryway and open my umbrella / I step out under a stream of atmospheric precipitation…
Frost covers the earth; / Everything you touch is ice; / Only in my sleep do I hear the dripping ice singing.
We stood on a geometric plane / With an oscillating angle of reflection, / Observing the law / That sets landscapes into motion…
If I had such hands, / Hands like a giant’s, / I’d fold them in my lap, / And sit quietly, quieter than a sigh, quieter than a stone.
We’ll hide beneath the ice / And they’ll never find us — / Those vested with power, / Those laden with evil.
Here’s a sample of a band I should have introduced a long time ago - TequilaJazzz. Give them a listen and be sure to check out more of their consistently good work.
What sadness! The end of the tree-lined path /
Has vanished once again beneath a morning snow…
The night proceeds without delay, / And melts; and all the while, / Above a sleeping world, a pilot / Soars off into the clouds.
And their gaze is seized with horror. / One can understand their alarm. / The gardens are bursting their walls, / The very structure of the earth is shaken: / They are burying God.
When I die, I will see beneath the surface of the world. / The other side concealed behind the bird, the mountain, the sunset.
Understanding a Pushkin reference slyly inserted by Shostakovich into his 5th Symphony adds layers of depth and power to this already stunning work.
From Antonín Dvořák’s opera “The Rusalka,” this is likely the most famous aria from any Czech opera, sung here by Renee Fleming.
This operatic masterpiece is perhaps the best-known Russian opera; it is based on Pushkin’s play by the same name, and tells of Russia’s “Time of Troubles.”
I thought it was about time I posted some of the most well-known Russian pieces, for those new to Russian. Here’s Rakhmaninov’s 2nd Piano Concerto. I dare you not to like it.
Outside of the Prokofiev apartment-museum in central Moscow, on Kamergersky Lane (Камергеркий переулок) is this statue of him — it’s as if he were walking home.
One Russian composer seems, to me at least, to be somewhat underappreciated. If you haven’t heard of Alexander Scriabin (Скрябин), here’s your chance to get acquainted.
Premiered in 1953 in the wake of Stalin’s death, the 10th is a stunning depiction of the struggle between the solitary and vulnerable voice of the individual, and a terrifying, seemingly relentless force that threatens to crush it.
In War and Peace, Prince Andrey Bolkonsky sees an old oak that seems to embody his own cynicism and despair regarding the possibility of meaning in life —of spiritual rebirth, of love.
It gives some idea of the embarrassment of cultural riches on offer in Petersburg to note that, with its three venues, the Mariinsky alone has at least three performances on any given night.
The Siege of Leningrad lasted almost 900 days. Shostakovich wrote his 7th Symphony as a tribute to the city’s endurance, and as a condemnation of totalitarianism in all its forms
Today hangs on the tree / He who hung the earth upon the waters; / With a crown of thorns is arrayed / He who is the King of Angels
Turn not Thy face away from thy servant, for I am afflicted; quickly hear me; Attend unto my soul and deliver it.
“It seems to me that Easter, of all holidays, is the best candidate for the title of Holiday_for_Everyone. It’s cooler than New Year’s, my friends.”
This prayer is referred to as the “song” of Simeon (Песнь Симеона Богоприимца), called the “God-receiver” (Богоприимец) because he greeted Christ, as a child, at the temple.
O God and My Son, my wondrous beauty, / What is this most glorious and terrible vision I here behold?
O Lord and Master of my life, do not grant me a spirit of idleness, despondency, love of power, and idle speech…
Κύριε Ιησού Χριστέ, Υιέ του Θεού, ελέησόν με τον αμαρτωλόν. / Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.
Let my prayer arise like incense before You; May the raising of my hands be like an evening sacrifice.
Christ is risen from the dead, trampling down death by death, and to those in the tombs bestowing life
Russian Film
Note: many of these films can’t be viewed within this site itself — just click and watch them on YouTube!
I love all the movies in this series, but this is probably my favorite. Heck, it’s probably my favorite Russian movie, possibly my favorite movie period. I watch it whenever I’m in a bad mood.
The third in a series of buddy movies that rank among my all-time favorite comedies. Here, the gang leaves on a fishing trip with a boatful of vodka. There’s one problem: they accidentally wind up in Finland, then leave the vodka there!
A personal favorite, this 1966 film, starring the incomparable Innokenti Smoktunovsky, is about a Robin Hood figure who steals cars from crooks and gives the money to orphanages. Meanwhile, he strikes up an unlikely friendship with… a police investigator! A funny, charming film.
Possibly the most famous Thaw-era movie, from 1964 (directed by Georgiy Daneliya) , this light-hearted movie features a few friends… walking around Moscow! Wait around for the famous sequence and song at the very end!
In one of the most ridiculous Soviet comedies, the helmet of Alexander the Great is stolen, and an innocent schoolteacher (who looks exactly like a crime lord) is enlisted to go undercover and track it down. Featuring the hilarious Yevgeny Leonov.
Russian Excursions
Let’s venture into the Kremlin, for a tour of its cathedral complex, gigantic bell tower, and gardens.
Opened in 1938, “Mayakovskaya” is one of the earliest and architecturally most renowned stations in Moscow’s massive and ever-growing subway system. Here we take a look at the Mayakovsky monument outside, and the mosaics inside depicting 24 hours in the Soviet sky.
A quick walking tour around Moscow’s Red Square area, including St. Basil’s, the GUM, Lenin’s mausoleum, Stalin’s grave, the monument to Zhukov, and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
A tour of the fairly recently opened Fabergé Museum in St. Petersburg, featuring a selection of the famous eggs and a wide variety of other items belonging to the Romanovs, housed in a beautifully restored palace.
My ship is the Moon, the Moon,
And I know that I’m flying to nowhere on it,
Through walls and nightmares,
Through crazed nights and empty daydreams.