Leonid Andreyev
Born
in Oryol province, Russian Federation
August 21, 1871
Died
September 12, 1919
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Seven Who Were Hanged
246 editions
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published
1908
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The Red Laugh
98 editions
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published
1904
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يادداشتهاى شيطان
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published
1920
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Иуда Искариот
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69 editions
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published
1910
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Lazarus
54 editions
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published
1906
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زندگی واسیلی
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14 editions
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published
1903
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Бездна
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Молчание
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28 editions
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published
1900
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Жизнь человека
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39 editions
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published
1907
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كتاب الجنون
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2015
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“I want to be the apostle of self destruction. I want my book to affect man’s reason, his emotions, his nerves, his whole animal nature. I should like my book to make people turn pale with horror as they read it, to affect them like a drug, like a terrifying dream, to drive them mad, to make them curse and hate me but still to read me and…to kill themselves.”
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“Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.”
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“Look at us, Lazarus, and share our joy. Is there anything stronger than love?"
And Lazarus looked. And for the rest of their life they kept on loving each other, but their passion grew gloomy and joyless, like those funeral cypresses whose roots feed on the decay of the graves and whose black summits in a still evening hour seek in vain to reach the sky. Thrown by the unknown forces of life into each other's embraces, they mingled tears with kisses, voluptuous pleasures with pain, and they felt themselves doubly slaves, obedient slaves to life, and patient servants of the silent Nothingness. Ever united, ever severed, they blazed like sparks and like sparks lost themselves in the boundless Dark.”
― Lazarus
And Lazarus looked. And for the rest of their life they kept on loving each other, but their passion grew gloomy and joyless, like those funeral cypresses whose roots feed on the decay of the graves and whose black summits in a still evening hour seek in vain to reach the sky. Thrown by the unknown forces of life into each other's embraces, they mingled tears with kisses, voluptuous pleasures with pain, and they felt themselves doubly slaves, obedient slaves to life, and patient servants of the silent Nothingness. Ever united, ever severed, they blazed like sparks and like sparks lost themselves in the boundless Dark.”
― Lazarus
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