Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country's fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
I'm very inspired by the artfulness and soulfulness of the Russian people.
Russian is such a tough and complex language that I am happy enough to understand everything and read most things pretty well, but, without constant practice, my speech is not what I wish it was, and I would sooner write in crayon than write a letter in Russian.
The word courage - God, I love that word. Words are so important to me.
I want my word to be up to the scale of the feat of arms performed by the Russian soldier.
It feels very good to sing in Russian. It feels so good inside my body.
We see a new generation of Russian authors who are not divided from their Western contemporaries either culturally or philosophically.
There is a very definite Russian heart in me; that never dies. I think you're born and you live your life with it and you die with it. I'm very much an American - my books tend to be about American things, but inside there's that sort of tortured, long-suffering, aching, constantly analysing Russian soul underneath the happy American exterior.
The whole world recognizes Russia's cultural achievements. It is impossible to imagine the world culture without Russian culture, without our music and literature.
I do not have voice for Russian music; I cannot be cute little peasant like in operas of Glinka or Rimsky-Korsakov. I am now never in Russia; I am Austrian citizen. But definitely I am Latin!