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.
One of the most soulful holidays in the world, Russian Pushkin day is a time of reflection, peace, memorization, and recitation. Adults and children alike gather together for a day of light drinking and to recite the works of Aleksandr Sergeevich.
Now that's a thoroughly named holiday. I mean, it hardly needs a description, eh? Still...
Send your doctor a fruit basket. Buy jewelry for your nurse. Fake a heart attack and fellate your Emergency Medical Technician. The options are boundless.
Everybody needs a day.
Buck up, partner! Things could be worse.
Break open the Stoli, it's Youth Day! Stoli and Botox and untamed buttocks! Celebrate youth day in style.
Leave it to the efficiency experts to come up with a holiday that falls on the fourth Saturday in the month.