Spasiba!

Okay, who loves Russians? The lit slut does!
I'm not even going to lie. I love those little fur coat wearing, pipe smoking, father-killing citizens.

Raskolnikov? I loved that crazy bastard. If I ever planned a murder, that's how I'd do it. NOT THAT I'M PLANNING A MURDER! Don't turn in my blog, I swear, I'm innocent! To get inside his psyche was awesome, is all I'm saying.

Nabokov? Anyone who could write something as weird as Lolita is a-okay in my books. Not that I'm promoting child kidnapping and such. It was just really well written.

Oh god, we're getting off to a horrible start.

And how can you forget good old Gogol. Dead Souls? Loved the concept.

Sure, some say 'But I can't remember who's who? Why do their names all end in 'ski' and 'kov'? BECAUSE THEY'RE AWESOME, that's why.


Ahem.


Read some Russians!
Not in Russian, of course, unless you actually speak it, in which case you are officially awesome.

That's all.