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.
Smear your beloved with honey. We have very good holidays.
Rub your beloved with apples. This is not as good a holiday as Honey Spas, but there's nothing wrong with a good apple rubbing.
On this day we celebrate the short life and extraordinary works of the late Viktor Tsoi. Do not confuse this with "Sunny Day".
On this day, all virgins are invited to ill-advised dorm parties.
On Honey Spas, you rubbed your beloved with honey. On Apple Spas, you rubbed your beloved with apples. Today, you rub your beloved with nuts.