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| 1c9404b | The ancient bond between the tsarist state and Russian nationalism could be used to create powerful emotions when the enemy came from the heathen east. The Mongol invasion had left a powerful mark on the Russian psyche. It was expressed in a deep anxiety about the mixed Eurasian roots of the people and it's culture, which made it easy for an educated liberal to convince themselves that this war was nothing less than a defense of Russia's Eu.. | Orlando Figes | ||
| 742e7ec | We, the workers and inhabitants of St Petersburg, of various estates, our wives, our children, and our aged, helpless parents, come to THEE, O SIRE to seek justice and protection. We are impoverished; we are oppressed, overburdened with excessive toil, contemptuously treated . . . We are suffocating in despotism and lawlessness. O SIRE we have no strength left, and our endurance is at an end. We have reached that frightful moment when death.. | gapon | Orlando Figes | |
| 4284ede | The deeper the Whites moved into the steppe, the more they resorted to terror against a hostile population. Their Ice March left a trail of blood. It was perhaps unavoidable, given the Volunteers' desperate need for food and the reluctance of the peasants to give it to them. The Whites were stranded in a Red peasant sea. But there was also an element of sheer class war and revenge in their violence, as in so many acts of the White Terror, w.. | russian-revolution white-terror | Orlando Figes | |
| 1987f62 | I, Nikolai Ivanov, renounce my father, an ex-priest, because for many years he deceived the people by telling them that God exists, and that is the reason I am severing all my relations with him.77 | Orlando Figes | ||
| 6735b92 | Whereas land reform was the first act of the Bolsheviks, it was the last act of the Whites: that, in a peasant country, says it all. | russian-revolution whites | Orlando Figes | |
| 8a2fc8c | The moonlight was still floating on the waters, when men, looking from numberless decks towards the east, were able to hail the dawn. There was a summer breeze blowing fair from the land. At a quarter before five a gun from the Britannia gave the signal to weigh. The air was obscured by the busy smoke of the engines, and it was hard to see how and whence due order would come; but presently the Agamemnon moved through, and with signals at al.. | Orlando Figes | ||
| e92cb3c | Political indoctrination was geared towards producing activists. The propaganda image of the ideal child was a precocious political orator mouthing agitprop. Communism could not be taught from books, educational thinkers maintained. It had to be instilled through the whole life of the school, which was in turn to be connected to the broader world of politics through extra-curricular activities, such as celebrating Soviet holidays, joining p.. | communism indoctrination propaganda soviet-union | Orlando Figes | |
| 34c7150 | Valley of the Shadow of Death (1855) | Orlando Figes | ||
| fc72a2a | When he reached the last hole he saw, far to the west, a series of rockets bloom in the sky. He watched their green and yellow and red petals arch across the horizon, and fade into the gloom of the earth. It was very beautiful, but he recognized them for Chinese rockets. | warfare | Pat Frank | |
| 23c3cdb | His ears were attuned for the steady firing of Couzens' heavy machine guns, which he knew should now commence, and the thud of his carefully sited mortars, but he did not hear them and he realized, suddenly and sickeningly, that the Chinese had not attacked across the spit of land. They were pouring across the ice, and had taken Dog Company in the rear. | warfare | Pat Frank | |
| 4010c65 | Pat, if there's anything you recall about your first visit with Monsignor Frank Kief, I sincerely hope it's this: there is no such thing as being too busy to read. The fine irony is, the answers to the questions we're so busy wrestling with, they're pressed between the pages. Waiting. One need only pause. You'll find books reinforce what you already know, and confirm what you've always suspected. What I mean is our instincts our right, most.. | Kerry Casey | ||
| c31bd1f | Jane felt limp and sated and thoroughly wicked as she snuggled against Dom. They were still joined below, though he'd begun to soften inside her. Still, how naughty it was to be here like this, how deliciously carnal to have made love while they were both half-dressed. Why, Dom still even wore his cravat! She didn't know why that excited her, though it did. But not as much as Dom saying "please" over and over. Letting her take control of th.. | Sabrina Jeffries | ||
| 4284278 | Whatever it is out there, is better equipped than you are. It can see better and hear better and smell better. All you're got on it is brains. Your only chance of getting it is | Pat Frank | ||
| e0bb875 | Well," said Tim. "They pat us down pretty good, and take all of our weapons before we go in. We're going to have to smuggle in the stake." "And how do you propose to do that?" asked Frank. The grimace on his face suggested he already had a pretty good idea of what the answer was going to be. "We've got to shove it up Cooper's ass." Frank sighed. "Of course you do." | Robert Bevan | ||
| 0812984 | Redemption, when guilt leads to good" Pat Conroy" | Frank Gruttadauria | ||
| 15be003 | I think you are a very good tiger," said Dorothy, patting the huge head of the beast. "In that you are mistaken," was the reply. "I am a good beast, perhaps, but a disgracefully bad tiger. For it is the nature of tigers to be cruel and ferocious, and in refusing to eat harmless living creatures I am acting as no good tiger has ever before acted. That is why I left the forest and joined my friend the Cowardly Lion." | L. Frank Baum | ||
| 3cb5b4b | Once Mamaw's eased her body onto the seat, pinning me in so tightly that a seat belt would just be redundant, we head out of the parking lot and onto the open road. Mamaw and Papaw have agreed to take me shopping for Mackenzie's birthday present, and we're heading out to The Square at the breakneck speed of thirty-four miles per hour. "Slow down, Frank," my mamaw commands, patting my knee. "We've got precious cargo." He eases up on the gas .. | Alecia Whitaker | ||
| 41f592b | If Man retained faith in God, he might also retain faith in Man. He remembered words which for four months he had not heard, read, or uttered, the most beautiful words in the language - faith and hope. | Pat Frank | ||
| 6d72097 | Our whole raison d'etre was deterrent force. When you don't deter them any longer, you lose. | Pat Frank | ||
| 8c98cb5 | Raven paced restlessly across the floor of the cabin, sending Jacques a little self-mocking smile. "I'm very good at waiting." "I can see that," Jacques agreed dryly. "Come on, Jacques"-- Raven made the length of the room again, turned to face him--" don't you find this even a little bit nerve-racking?" He leaned lazily back in his chair, flashing a cocky grin. "Being caged up with a beautiful lunatic, you mean?" "Ha, ha, ha. Do all Car.. | jacques raven | Christine Feehan | |
| b89fb67 | You freakin' hussy. You're going into heat aren't you? Oh my God I'm saving us both. We'll go back to the swamp. Even if he tries to track u, no one is as good as we are there. I just have to hide you until it's over. You should have told me Don't tell me you didn't know, Bebe, because that's why you rose and accepted his claim. You were feeling all amorous and you were willin' to throw me to that wolf just for sex | Christine Feehan | ||
| f21d991 | Gregori heaved a sigh. "Take command of your woman, Mikhail. That is the best advice I can give you." "She needs to feel free." Gregori's eyebrow shot up. "She is essential to the existence of our species. You need to keep her under tight protection." He meant under control, and disapproval tinged his tone. Mikhail burst out laughing. "I want to see you find a lifemate, Gregori, one like Raven. She will hold you in the palm of her hand." "I.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 6858b37 | Accept your nature, Mikhail. Accept yourself as you are." Mikhail's laughter was bitter. "Everything is so clear to you. You say I am one of God's children. I have purpose, I should accept my nature. My nature is to take what I believe is mine, hold it, protect it. Chain it to my side if necessary. I cannot let her go. I cannot. She is like the wind, open and free. If I caged the wind, would it die?" "Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it.. | mikhail the-wind | Christine Feehan | |
| 8b311c4 | He was becoming intimate with her mind, with her body, like a lover, though he had not yet shared her body or mind in the way he wanted. Darius | Christine Feehan | ||
| e60ae3e | Just like the movements in a symphony, the rain sent vibrations through his body, painting the world in a physical map of mountains, valleys and high peaks dropping into deep ravines. The physical structures were all created by sound itself, and the colors were intense and vivid--substance created by sound, by feeling. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 6eca494 | How do you keep your emotions so under control, Nicolas? Even when you're doing things that have to bother you?" She glanced up at him to make certain her question hadn't upset him. "I don't do anything unless I believe it is necessary. If it's necessary then there's no reason for me to be bothered by it. The universe has a natural order. I do my best to flow with it and not try to control things outside of myself. The truth is, control is .. | meditative philosophical | Christine Feehan | |
| a619e15 | All right Bebe, we're in trouble. You get that don' you? | Christine Feehan | ||
| 1663b0b | Well, put that lovely treasure back in your pants and calm down. | Christine Feehan | ||
| bf8a269 | I can't survive losing you twice. -Blythe | Christine Feehan | ||
| 60f795e | She was inexperienced and she didn't give herself lightly, but he could have her. He just wanted to be her choice. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 645215a | Sorry, ma'am. We can't let you do that either. He's in a much better mood when he gets laid regularly. | Christine Feehan | ||
| d3d4ecf | Climb back up here. We're going to have to jump." She stated it so calmly he almost didn't comprehend. His head snapped around. "Are you out of your fucking mind, Rose? You're pregnant. You can't jump out of a moving car." "Well, it's that or go with it into the ravine. I prefer the sand. Move it, soldier. You've got about fifteen seconds." She wasn't kidding. The woman was insane, already opening the driver's door and bailing before he cou.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8e8269a | He was certain she had an infirmity, some rare, peculiar mental disorder from birth, that made her do the opposite of what any authority figure told her. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 78d685e | Are you hurt? Don't lie to me, Rose. If you hurt yourself when you jumped from the sedan, you need to admit it, not be ashamed. It was a dumb plan, but we got away." She gritted her teeth, breathing through her mouth. When she could speak, she made a strangling sound deep in her throat. "I'm not hurt." He glared down at her with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Nothing is wrong with me. This is c.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 2dd1f7b | She could see into his soul, the barely leashed beast always striving for dominance, never quite conquered. She could see his fear of losing her, of being forever vampire, loathed and hunted by his own kind. And she could see his terrible need to protect her, keep her safe, and his need to please her. He wanted to earn her respect and love, be worthy of it. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 44534cc | Just like the sea, she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately. | Christine Feehan | ||
| d32cfc6 | Her mouth was perfect under his, her taste wrapping him up in addiction. He craved her the way others might drugs. The depth of his feelings shook him. The passion and love mixed together inside him, welling up like a volcano, consumed him. | Christine Feehan | ||
| aeeccb0 | He'd been ten years old when he'd last begged someone for something, and he'd promised himself he'd never do it again, but this was too important. | Christine Feehan | ||
| d85da57 | I can understand why you want to hang with her, but seriously, what does she see in you? | Christine Feehan | ||
| a22a137 | Blythe was Viktor's in. He'd arranged a casual meeting and swept her off her feet. He was good with women. He knew exactly how to read them and what they wanted and needed. He was good at providing. | sea-haven sisters-of-the-heart | Christine Feehan | |
| c76982f | Blythe turned the tables on him. She was genuine. Sweet. Protective. Nurturing. Everything he'd never had and didn't know he needed or wanted. It was impossible not to love her. | sea-haven sisters-of-the-heart | Christine Feehan | |
| 2196355 | Love transcends all evil | Christine Feehan | ||
| 76084ef | There isn't much left in me at all. Until you. You're the good. Don't take that away from me. I'm thinking my man may be a little slow on the uptake. We're a done deal. We're together. If you mean what you say and I'm important to you, then who I am has to be important. I'm that girl from the swamp without a family, without a parent, or anyone at all. I made my own rules. I can't be anyone else, even for you. You're mine Evangeline. You nev.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 2b77e1d | Her mouth was a miracle, plain and simple. Heaven. He had never believed in heaven or God until that moment. Until he found it in her. | Christine Feehan |