Revolutions are infinite.
Yevgeny ZamyatinMots clés politics revolution social-change
...O percurso natural para se passar da nulidade à grandeza é esquecermo-nos de que somos um grama e sentirmos que somos a milionésima parte duma tonelada.
Yevgeny ZamyatinHe plashed away, like paddles on water, toward the door, and every step he made returned to me gradually my feet, my hands, my fingers. My soul again spread equally throughout my body. I was able to breathe.
Yevgeny ZamyatinMots clés soul
Из окна улыбалась, раскинувшись соблазнительно, сладострастно — екатеринских времен книга: «Описательное изображение прекрасностей Санкт-Петербурга». И небрежным движением, с женским лукавством, давал заглянуть внутрь — туда, в теплую ложбинку между двух упруго изогнутых, голубовато-мраморных страниц.
Yevgeny ZamyatinBut a thought swarmed in me; what if he, this yellow-eyed being – in his ridiculous, dirty bundle of trees, in his uncalculated life – is happier than us?
Yevgeny ZamyatinMots clés science-fiction dystopian-fiction
Это было так неожиданно, так глупо, что я расхохотался. И тотчас же туго закрученная пружина во мне — лопнула, рука ослабела, шток громыхнул на пол. Тут я на собственном опыте увидел, что смех — самое страшное оружие: смехом можно убить все — даже убийство.
Я сидел за столом и смеялся — отчаянным, последним смехом — и не видел никакого выхода из всего этого нелепого положения.
Mots clés laugh
How can I describe what effect that ancient, absurd, and wonderful rite has upon me when her lips touch mine? Can I find a formula to express that whirlwind which sweeps out of my soul everything, everything save her?
Yevgeny ZamyatinМне пришла идея: ведь человек устроен так же дико, как эти вот нелепые «квартиры», — человеческие головы непрозрачны, и только крошечные окна внутри: глаза. Она как будто угадала — обернулась. «Ну — вот мои глаза. Ну?» (Это, конечно, молча.)
Передо мною — два жутко-темные окна, и внутри такая неведомая, чужая жизнь. Я видел только огонь — пылает там какой-то свой «камин» — и какие-то фигуры, похожие...
We went hand in hand across four lines of avenues. At the corner she was to go right, and I left.
"I'd like so much to come to your place today and let the blinds down. Today-right this minute" said O, and shyly looked up at me with her round crystal-blue eyes.
she's a funny one. But what could I say? She was with me only yesterday, and she knows as well as I do that our next Sex Day is the day after tomorrow. It's just more of her thought getting ahead of itself, like a spark that flies too early in the ignition, which can do some harm at times.
Saying goodbye, I kissed her twice-no, I'll tell the truth-three times on those wonderful blue eyes of hers that not the least little cloud ever troubled.
No matter how limited their powers of reason might have been. still they must have understood that living like that was just murder, a capital crime - except it was slow, day-by-day murder. The government (or humanity) could not permit capital punishment for one man, but they permitted the murder of millions a little at a time. To kill one man - that is, to subtract 50 years from the sum of all human lives - that was a crime; but to subtract from the sum of all human lives 50,000,000 years - that was not a crime! No, really, isn't it funny? This problem in moral math could be solved in half a minute by any ten-year-old Number today, but they couldn't solve it. All their Kant's together couldn't solve it (because it never occurred to one of their Kant's to construct a system of scientific ethics - that is, one based on subtraction, addition, division, and multiplication).
Yevgeny ZamyatinMots clés philosophy death capital-punishment
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