To the orders of God or muse be obedient. 
Don’t be afraid of insult,
don’t demand the laurel wreath.
Slander and praise receive with equal indifference.
And never argue with a fool.
Alexander Pushkin 1836
From a poem Pushkin wrote in 1836.
The epigraph is from Horace –
“Exegi Monumentum”

Russian history,
it seems to me,
is much like a Russian river.
It lays unhappily frozen,
obedient within its constraining banks
for a period longer than it can stand.
Then suddenly,
some foreign ray of change
permeates the ice
and the river erupts,
climbing upon itself
moving recklessly down stream
releasing its discontent,
taking everything with it,
the good and the bad,
until it finds its kind of peace
and flows quietly
with all appearances of normality.
But winter will come again
and how soon
no one knows
for sure.
Frederick R. Andresen
2000
Photo by Christopher Harrington
Excerpted from “Walking on Ice, An American Businessman in Russia”
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October 12, 2009 9:00 am |
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