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Nekrasov's biography, and the biographical motifs in his work, are a tricky matter. He often and sharply criticised, abused and ridiculed his father. Though, if one looks into it, his father, the impoverished landowner Alexey Sergeyevich, was not such a dreadful man after all, but merely an average
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Peasants of Saint Petersburg Governorate in a two-wheeled cart in the 1860s. One of the oldest photographs of the Russian countryside, unfortunately by an unknown author
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"The bread of fields tilled by slaves does me no good..." Nikolay Alexeyevich Nekrasov Nekrasov wrote these lines when he was quite young, at 33, while living at a dacha in Petrovsky Park near Moscow together with Botkin. Shortly before his death the poet would recall this verse
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Boris Yeltsin, First Secretary of the Sverdlovsk Regional Committee of the CPSU, with his wife Naina Yeltsina at the 8 March celebrations. Approximately 1977–1980, the city of Sverdlovsk
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8 March is not a day of flowers, spring and tenderness, nor a holiday born of a cloud of face powder and marketing ploys. Behind it stand decades of struggle for what today seems self-evident: the right of women to study, to work, to vote, to dispose of themselves.
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Matthiae-Mahl. The oldest dinner in the world, which nobody has dared to cancel The tradition dates from 1356: every year at the end of February the Hamburg city senate invites guests to a meal. 3,425 glasses, 3,400 pieces of silver cutlery that have been polished for several
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At least come out of the water to eat! Look, you've gone quite blue - the deafening cries of the public, to the accompaniment of which Salvador Dalí took his rest in Venice