Poetry fan kills prose partisan. Who was right? Who is to blame? What is to be done?
This is the homepage for the glorious site BigRussianSoul.com. Look on its soul, ye mighty, and despair.
If you find yourself confused as to why you are here, odds are you have no Big Russian Soul (BRS) and will only be confused if you pursue things further. But if you are a self-assured bearer of a mighty BRS, or even if you are just an intrepid wannabe, step right in. Grab a pickle. Let us take the measure of your soul.
As we have long foreseen, Alla Pugacheva's soul recently grew too large for one body to contain. To protect us all from a Tunguska-level soul overload event, she spawned two new bodies to contain the overflow.
Is it still tragic if it's non-fatal? We do not know. That, I would say, is a philosophical question. We do know one thing, however.
On this day it is traditional to celebrate the man's memory by ratting out your friends and neighbors to Big Brother. Luckily, this is still possible even if you are an unfortunate exile living in America! Can't remember Stalin? Shame on you. Stir your memories with a newspaper printed at the time of this great tragedy.
Men: Failure to give flowers and suck up to the ladies will doom you for the rest of the year. This is the most important holiday. Women: Don't let the men off too easily.
Today we celebrate the prince of Atlantis. Sometimes he's a good guy, sometimes he's a bad guy. But he hates Nazis and we can get behind that.
Kiss a cop. Carefully. Use extra caution if he's wearing riot gear since that means he's feeling tender and vulnerable.
Congratulate everyone you know! Give in to your Dezhurnaya. Swoon for your houseboy. Pay your local kassa in cash, then pay again in sexual favors. Let your superintendent "supervise" you and then ask your janitor to play a solo. So much to do for those who do.