Thursday, 15 October 2026

Alexandr Radayev

Such are our relations: we are bound to pet them, to love them, to respect them from the heart and, after the custom of the people, to visit them at Christmas or congratulate them by post, so that for the rest of the year they should not think of us... An

Books · Mores · Humour

Such are our relations: we are bound to pet them, to love them, to respect them from the heart and, after the custom of the people, to visit them at Christmas or congratulate them by post, so that for the rest of the year they should not think of us... An

Such are our relations: we are bound to pet them, To love them, to respect them from the heart And, after the custom of the people, To visit them at Christmas Or congratulate them by post, So that for the rest of the year They should not think of us.

By Alexandr Radayev
A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship with the face of earth, with the labours men go forth to, with the sounds and accents that haunt it, with whatever appeals to the affecti

Books · Observations

A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship with the face of earth, with the labours men go forth to, with the sounds and accents that haunt it, with whatever appeals to the affecti

Only here are the first, especially vivid memories coloured by sincere sympathy, while friendly acquaintance with all one's neighbours, dogs and donkeys included, is acquired not by sentimental effort and reflection but by a dear habit that has entered the flesh and blood. At five years old mortals

By Alexandr Radayev
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