By Robert Chandler
From the reign of the Tsars within the early 19th century to the cave in of the Soviet Union and past, the quick tale has lengthy occupied a vital position in Russian tradition. integrated listed here are items from a number of the said masters of Russian literature—including Pushkin, Turgenev, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, and Solzhenitsyn—alongside stories by way of long-suppressed figures comparable to the subversive Kryzhanowsky and the surrealist Shalamov. even if written in response to the cruelty of the bourgeoisie, the forms of communism, or the torture of the felony camps, they give a superbly wide-ranging and fascinating illustration of 1 of the main very important and enduring types of Russian literature.
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