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Dostoevsky’s personal

Dostoevsky’s personal

Vahid Takro

July 9th, 2017

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Dostoevsky's personal room. Imagine how beautiful here is at night, with the candlelight, and the sound of the rain on the window. Indeed, the environment makes beauty. Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth. ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

Dostoevsky was

Dostoevsky was

Vahid Takro

July 9th, 2017

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Dostoevsky was living here, A man of genius, a creative person is always very attractive both to his contemporaries and descendants. What kind of man was he? How did the unusual natural gifts imprint in his looks? How do they differ, those selected ones, from the ordinary people among whom they live? What is the connection between the character of a great person and his works? These question have been and will be put by various people, from ordinary readers to scientists, specialists on psychology of creative work and artists of the next generations who experienced the effect of the creative work of their great predecessor. Dostoevsky with the eyes of his contemporaries and descendants

I am

I am

Vahid Takro

July 4th, 2017

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I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help reliving such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years. You won't fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you've made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you've reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts. When I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time, I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten, a melody of great sweetness, was coming back to me now. It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life, and only now- If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don't need to wish her anything, for she'll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life? ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky (11 November 1821 – 9 February 1881) was a Russian novelist, short story writer, essayist, journalist and philosopher. Dostoyevsky's literary works explore human psychology in the troubled political, social, and spiritual atmosphere of 19th-century Russia, and engage with a variety of philosophical and religious themes

Super Mario’s Guest

Super Mario’s Guest

Vahid Takro

July 3rd, 2017

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Who has spent his entire childhood with Super Mario like me? Here is the story of Super Mario Bros., 1985 edition. One day the kingdom of the peaceful mushroom people was invaded by the Koopa, a tribe of turtles famous for their black magic. The quiet, peace-loving Mushroom People were turned into mere stones, bricks and even field horsehair plants, and the Mushroom Kingdom fell into ruin. The only one who can undo the magic spell on the Mushroom People and return them to their normal selves is the Princess Toadstool, the daughter of the Mushroom King. Unfortunately, she is presently in the hands of the great Koopa turtle king. Mario, the hero of the story (maybe) hears about the Mushroom People's plight and sets out on a quest to free the Mushroom Princess from the evil Koopa and restore the fallen kingdom of the Mushroom People. You are Mario! It's up to you to save the Mushroom People from the black magic of the Koopa

The State Hermitage Museum

The State Hermitage Museum

Vahid Takro

July 3rd, 2017

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Power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. Only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare! - Fyodor Dostoevsky The State Hermitage Museum is a museum of art and culture in Saint Petersburg, Russia. One of the largest and oldest museums in the world, it was founded in 1754 by Catherine the Great and has been open to the public since 1852. Its collections, of which only a small part is on permanent display, comprise over three million items (the numismatic collection accounts for about one third of them) including the largest collection of paintings in the world. The collections occupy a large complex of six historic buildings along Palace Embankment, including the Winter Palace, a former residence of Russian emperors. Apart from them, the Menshikov Palace, Museum of Porcelain, Storage Facility at Staraya Derevnya and the eastern wing of the General Staff Building are also part of the museum. The museum has several exhibition centers abroad. The Hermitage is a federal state property. Since July 1992, the director of the museum has been Mikhail Piotrovsky

The Gulf of Finland

The Gulf of Finland

Vahid Takro

July 1st, 2017

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The Gulf of Finland is the easternmost arm of the Baltic Sea. It extends between Finland (to the north) and Estonia (to the south) all the way to Saint Petersburg in Russia, where the river Neva drains into it. Other major cities around the gulf include Helsinki and Tallinn. The eastern parts of the Gulf of Finland belong to Russia, and some of Russia's most important oil harbours are located farthest in, near Saint Petersburg (including Primorsk). As the seaway to Saint Petersburg, the Gulf of Finland has been and continues to be of considerable strategic importance to Russia. Some of the environmental problems affecting the Baltic Sea are at their most pronounced in the shallow gulf

The Peterhof

The Peterhof

Vahid Takro

July 1st, 2017

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The Peterhof Palace is a series of palaces and gardens located in Petergof, Saint Petersburg, Russia, laid out on the orders of Peter the Great. These palaces and gardens are sometimes referred as the "Russian Versailles". The palace-ensemble along with the city center is recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Peter the Great first mentions the Peterhof site in his journal in 1705, during the Great Northern War, as a good place to construct a landing for use in travelling to and from the island fortress of Kronstadt. And in 1714, Peter began construction of the Monplaisir ("my pleasure") Palace based on his own sketches of the palace that he wanted close to the shoreline. This was Peter's Summer Palace that he would use on his way coming and going from Europe through the harbour at Kronstadt. On the walls of this seacoast palace hung hundreds of paintings that Peter brought from Europe and allowed to weather Russian winters and the dampness of the sea without heat. In the seaward corner of his Monplaisir Palace, Peter made his Maritime Study, from which he could see Kronstadt Island to the left and St. Petersburg to the right

Happiness in Peterhof

Happiness in Peterhof

Vahid Takro

June 27th, 2017

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I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

Distance Between Me and Myself

Distance Between Me and Myself

Vahid Takro

June 26th, 2017

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And the distance between me and myself increased, I forgot about myself. Kafka's books were now taken to the warehouse, and I kept silent for a long time, I just listened to Chopin, because it was just like myself. Chopin's melodies reminded me of myself, like an Alzheimer's patient who was recovering with his pills

The Truthful Mirror

The Truthful Mirror

Vahid Takro

June 26th, 2017

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In the bathroom we had a mirror that showed me so handsome, I always looked at myself and I was so happy, not because i'm selfish, but that mirror was so magical. But in the elevator we had another mirror that showed me so ugly. I always hated it. But the days passed and passed, and the place of those two mirrors changed (but in my beliefs). Now I liked the mirror that showed me ugly, because I believed that the truth is bitter. The issue is not if i'm ugly or handsome, but I always follow the bitter things that bring me to the truth