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.
Spring into labor! It's a two-day holiday! Spring on the first and land in labor on the second! GO GO GO!
Call your local DJ and congratulate, congratulate, congratulate! Marconi? Too little, too late.
The small-souled among you refer to the Great Patriotic War as "World War II" because you don't understand what it means to fight a war for the survival of your homeland.
Kiss a chemist. Carefully.
Often the first holiday in the fabulous "End Of May Holiday Season." Celebrate this one with soulful pride, knowing that Russian Pushkin Day is just around the corner.
Sure you'll celebrate your own oblast's library day, but let's not forget that the libraries of each smaller administrative unit are also libraries of the whole.
Congratulate the good people who keep the bad guys out with this holiday and thank them for all their good work. On this day, tradition demands that we break out our home brew and drink endless toasts to the posters on the wall. Tradition also suggests, but not insistently, that we stagger out into the snow, kiss a walrus, and weep with joy over the purity of our borders.