Kolyma Tales Quotes

“Tragedy is not deep and sharp if it can be shared with friend.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“There is a much that a man should not see, should not know, and if he should see it, it is better for him to die.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolymskie rasskazy

“Life repeats Shakespearian themes more often than we think. Did Lady Macbeth, Richard III, and King Claudius exist only in the Middle Ages? Shylock wanted to cut a pound of flesh from the body of the merchant of Venice. Is that a fairy tale?”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“We realized that life, even the worst of life, consists of an alternation of joys and sorrow, successes and failure more than the successes.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“I remember the old northern legend of how God created the taiga while he was still a child. There were few colors, but they were childishly fresh and vivid, and their subjects were simple. Later, when God grew up and became an adult, he learned to cut out complicated patters from his pages and created many bright birds. God grew bored with his former child's world and he threw snow on his forest creation and went south forever.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“If bones could freeze, then the brain could also be dulled and the soul could freeze over. And the soul shuddered and froze- perhaps to remain frozen forever.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“Cold, hunger, and sleeplessness rendered any friendship impossible, and Dugaev – despite his youth – understood the falseness of the belief that friendship could be tempered by misery and tragedy. For friendship to be friendship, its foundation had to be laid before living conditions reached that last border beyond which no human emotion was left to a man – only mistrust, rage, and lies. Dugaev remembered well the northern proverb that listed the three commandments of prison life: ‘Don’t believe, don’t fear, don’t ask.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“We realized that life, even the worst life, consists of an alternation of joys and sorrows, successes and failures, and there was no need to fear the failures more than the successes.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“I discovered that the world should be divided not into good and bad people but into cowards and non-cowards. Ninety-five percent of cowards are capable of the vilest things, lethal things, at the mildest threat.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Stories

“I believed a person could consider himself a human being as long as he felt totally prepared to kill himself, to interfere in his own biography. It was this awareness that gave me the will to live. I checked myself — frequently — and felt I had the strength to die, and thus remained alive.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“Nothing could be avoided, and nothing could be foreseen. What was the point of unnecessary fear?”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Stories

“We learned one other amazing thing: in the eyes of the state and its representatives a physically strong person was better – yes, better – more moral, more valuable than a weak person who couldn’t shovel twenty cubic meters of dirt out of a trench in a day. The former was more moral than the latter. He fulfilled his ‘quota’, that is, carried out his chief duty to the state and society and was therefore respected by all. His advice was asked and his desires were taken into consideration, he was invited to meetings whose topics were far removed from shovelling heavy slippery dirt from wet and slimy ditches.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“Friendship is not born in conditions of need or trouble. Literary fairy tales tell of ‘difficult’ conditions which are an essential element in forming any friendship, but such conditions are simply not difficult enough. If tragedy and need brought people together and gave birth to their friendship, then the need was not extreme and the tragedy not great. Tragedy is not deep and sharp if it can be shared with friends.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“I saw that the only group of people able to preserve a minimum of humanity in conditions of starvation and abuse were the religious believers, the sectarians (almost all of them), and most priests. Party workers and the military are the first to fall apart and do so most easily.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Stories

“Помню,  как в  предзимнюю пору  холодом, льдом уже схватывало грязь на тропе, и грязь будто засахаривалась, как варенье.”
― Варлам Шаламов, Колымские рассказы. Стихотворения

“Trees in the north die lying down – like people.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“Friendship is not born in conditions of need or trouble. Literary fairy tales tell of ‘difficult’ conditions which are an essential element in forming any friendship, but such conditions are simply not difficult enough. If tragedy and need brought people together and gave birth to their friendship, then the need was not extreme and the tragedy not great. Tragedy is not deep and sharp if it can be shared with friends. Only real need can determine one’s spiritual and physical strength and set the limits of one’s physical endurance and moral courage.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“Kolyma is Auschwitz without the ovens.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“We were disciplined and obedient to authority. We realized that truth and lies were twin sisters, and that truth on earth came in thousands of different forms.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Stories

“Я вспомнил старую северную легенду о боге, который был еще ребенком,
когда создавал тайгу. Красок было немного, краски были по-реб��чески чисты,
рисунки просты и ясны, сюжеты их немудреные.
После, когда бог вырос, стал взрослым, он научился вырезать причудливые
узоры листвы, выдумал множество разноцветных птиц. Детский мир надоел богу,
и он закидал снегом таежное свое творенье и ушел на юг навсегда. Так
говорила легенда.”
― Варлам Шаламов, Kolyma Tales

“Я не знаю людей, которые спали рядом со мной. Я никогда не задавал им вопросов, и не потому, что следовал арабской пословице: не спрашивай – и тебе не будут лгать. Мне было все равно – будут мне лгать или не будут, я был вне правды, вне лжи. У блатных на сей предмет есть жесткая, яркая, грубая поговорка, пронизанная глубоким презрением к задающему вопрос: не веришь – прими за сказку. Я не расспрашивал и не выслушивал сказок.”
― Варлам Шаламов, Колымские рассказы. Стихотворения

“Лагерь — отрицательная школа жизни целиком и полностью. Ничего полезного, нужного никто оттуда не вынесет, ни сам заключенный, ни его начальник, ни его охрана, ни невольные свидетели — инженеры, геологи, врачи, — ни начальники, ни подчиненные.

Каждая минута лагерной жизни — отравленная минута.”
― Варлам Шаламов, Колымские рассказы. Стихотворения

“I'm dressed appropriate for the season mama, I'm dressed appropriately for the season.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“That same sense of direction that animals possess perfectly also awakens in man under the right conditions.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“A horse can't endure even a month of the local winter life in a cold stall if it's worked hard hours in subzero weather. . . . But man lives on. Perhaps he lives by virtue of his hopes? But he doesn't have any hope . . . . . He is saved by a drive for self-preservation, a tenacious clinging to life, a physical tenacity to which his entire consciousness is subordinated. He lives on the same things as a bird or a dog, but he clings more strongly to life than they do. He has a greater endurance than that of any animal.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“Дружба не зарождается ни в нужде, ни в беде. Те «трудные» условия жизни, которые, как говорят нам сказки художественной литературы, являются обязательным условием возникновения дружбы, просто недостаточно трудны. Если беда и нужда сплотили, родили дружбу людей — значит, это нужда не крайняя и беда не большая. Горе недостаточно остро и глубоко, если можно разделить его с друзьями. В настоящей нужде познается только своя собственная душевная и телесная крепость, определяются пределы своих возможностей, физической выносливости и моральной силы.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Колымские рассказы

“Only a simple black pencil will do for making a notation of a benchmark. Ink will run, be dissolved by the tree sap, be washed away by rain, dew, fog, and snow. Nothing as artificial as ink will do for recording eternity and immortality. Graphite is carbon that has been subjected to enormous pressure for millions of years and that might have become coal or diamonds. Instead, however, it has been transformed into something more precious than a diamond; it has become a pencil that can record all that it has seen… A pencil is a greater miracle than a diamond, although the chemical make-up of graphite and diamond is identical.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“When it got warmer, in the spring, the white nights began, and they started playing a terrible game in the camp cafeteria called ‘bait-fishing’. A ration of bread would be put on the table, and everyone would hide around the corner to wait for the hungry victim to approach, be enticed by the bread, touch it, and take it. Then everyone would rush out from around the corner, from the darkness, from ambush, and there would commence the beating to death of the thief, who was usually a living skeleton. I never ran into this form of amusement anywhere except at Jelhala. The chief organizer was Dr Krivitsky, an old revolutionary and former deputy commissar of defense industries. His accomplice in the setting out of these terrible baits was a correspondent from the newspaper Izvestia – Zaslavsky.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales

“Derfelle died. He was a French communist who had served time in the stone quarries of Cayenne. Aside from hunger and cold, he was morally exhausted. He could not believe that he, a member of the Comintern, could end up at hard labor here in the Soviet Union. His horror would have been lessened if he could have seen that there were others here like him. Everyone with whom he had arrived, with whom he lived, with whom he died was like that. He was a small, weak person, and beatings were just becoming popular… Once the work-gang leader struck him, simply struck him with his fist – to keep him in line, so to speak – but Derfelle collapsed and did not get up. He was one of the first, the lucky ones to die. In Moscow he had worked as an editor at Tass. He had a good command of Russian. ‘Back in Cayenne it was bad, too,’ he told me once, ‘but here it’s very bad.’ Frits David died. He was a Dutch communist, an employee of the Comintern who was accused of espionage. He had beautiful wavy hair, deep-set blue eyes, and a childish line to his mouth. He knew almost no Russian. I met him in the barracks, which were so crowded that one could fall asleep standing up. We stood side by side. Frits smiled at me and closed his eyes. This Frits David was the first in our contingent to receive a package. His wife sent it to him from Moscow. In the package was a velvet suit, a nightshirt, and a large photograph of a beautiful woman. He was wearing this velvet suit as he crouched next to me on the floor. ‘I want to eat,’ he said, smiling and blushing. ‘I really want to eat. Bring me something to eat.’ Frits David went mad and was taken away.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Stories

“But there was the American machine grease! Ah yes, the machine grease! The barrel was immediately attacked by a crowd of starving men who knocked out the bottom right on the spot with a stone. In their hunger, they claimed the machine grease was butter sent by Lend-Lease and there remained less than half a barrel by the time a sentry was sent to guard it and the camp administration drove off the crowd of starving, exhausted men with rifle-shots. The fortunate ones gulped down this Lend-Lease butter, not believing it was simply machine grease. After all, the healing American bread was also tasteless and also had that same metallic flavor. And everyone who had been lucky enough to touch the grease licked his fingers hours later, gulping down the minutest amounts of the foreign joy that tasted like young stone.”
― Varlam Shalamov, Kolyma Tales