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.
Show your solidarity with the small-souled nationalities of the world by getting loaded with your friends.
Say "poexhali" and take off.
Despite what you may have heard, every day is not Geologist Day. Celebrate accordingly.
Do not confuse Lake Chud with Lake C.H.U.D. On the other hand, go ahead and confuse them. I like to picture the C.H.U.D.s cheering on Nevsky's warriors and licking their chops at the upcoming meal of Teutonic Tartar.
I think Chernobyl blew up on this day. I can't remember, though. I shouldn't have eaten those Ukrainian vegetables from the market.