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beseditions.bsky.social
Apriamo le prime pagine di Sulamith e ci troviamo davanti a un uomo che ha posseduto tutto: settecento mogli, trecento concubine, palazzi, miniere, un regno che si estende dal deserto al mare.

#Kuprin #Sulamith
Kuprin, la vita vista da vicino senza giudizio
Nei racconti di Kuprin si incontrano re e violinisti, soldati e cavalli: un modo di guardare gli esseri umani senza schemi, ancora oggi raro.
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September 26, 2026 at 9:38 AM
chekistmonitor.bsky.social
"Russian security forces already absorbed a #counterespionage mindset as early as the Russo-Japanese war" @andreisoldatov.bsky.social

The first full-fledged Russian #spyfiction story "Staff Captain Rybnikov" by Aleksandr Kuprin (1906) concerned a Japanese spy
www.foreignaffairs.com/russia/price...
The Price of Russian Paranoia
Spy hunting shores up Putin’s power—but paralyzes the state.
www.foreignaffairs.com
September 1, 2026 at 4:54 PM
diariosabemos.bsky.social
𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗔 |Akal rescata la mítica novela de Aleksandr Kuprín que pone patas arriba todo un sistema perverso analizando un prostíbulo de la Rusia de los zares
El burdel de las vergüenzas humanas
diariosabemos.com
July 28, 2026 at 5:34 AM
ceycky.bsky.social
"Beskrajno sam ti zahvalan samo na činjenici što postojiš."

Aleksandar Kuprin
July 18, 2026 at 4:38 PM
zendalibros.bsky.social
El burdel, de Aleksandr Kuprín
El burdel, de Aleksandr Kuprín - Zenda
Zenda publica un extracto de 'El burdel', un libro de Aleksandr Kuprín que viene de ser publicado por Akal.
www.zendalibros.com
July 16, 2026 at 4:30 PM
missdhalgren.bsky.social
Hello, Kuprin.
I am Meena Dhalgren.
July 3, 2026 at 1:16 AM
juanaidecastilla.bsky.social
1. Anna Karenina de Tolstói.
2. El brazalete de granates de Aleksandr Kuprín.
May 4, 2026 at 8:05 AM
epsteinweb.bsky.social
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EFTA02674400 | EFTA02674412 Russian. Why? During the great, and still unsung, era of Russian intellectual expatriation-- roughly between 1920 and 1940-books written in Russian by emigre Russians and published by emigre firms abroad were eagerly bought or borrowed by emigre readers but were absolutely banned in Soviet Russia-- as they still are (except in the case of a few dead authors such as Kuprin and Bunin, whose heavily censored works have been recently reprinted there), no matter the theme of the story or poem. An emigre novel, published, say, in Paris and sold over all free Europe, might have, in those years, a total sale of 1,000 or 2,000 copies-- that would be a best seller-- but every copy would also pass from hand to hand and be read by at least 20 persons, and at least 50 annually if stocked by Russian lending libraries, of which there were hundreds in West Europe alone. The era of expatriation can be said to have ended during World War II. Old writers died, Russian publishers also vanished, and worst of all, the general atmosphere of exile culture, with its splendor, and vigor, and purity, and reverberative force, dwindled to a sprinkle of Russian-language periodicals, anemic in talent and provincial in tone. Now to take my own case: It was not the financial side that really mattered; I don't think my Russian writings ever brought me more than a few hundred dollars per year, and I am all for the ivory tower, and for writing to please one reader alone-- one's own self. But one also needs some reverberation, if not response, and a moderate multiplication of one's self throughout a country or countries; and if there be nothing but a void around one's desk, one would expect it to be at least a sonorous void, and not circumscribed by the walls of a padded cell. With the passing of years I grew less and less interested in Russia and more and more indifferent to the once-harrowing thought that my books would remain banned there as long as my contempt for the police state and political oppression prevented me from entertaining the vaguest thought of return. No, I will not write another novel in Russian, though I do allow myself a very few short poems now and then. I wrote my last Russian novel a quarter of a century ago. But today, in compensation, in a spirit of justice to my little American muse, I am doing something else. But perhaps I should not talk about it at this early stage. Please do. Well, it occurred to me one day-- while I was glancing at the varicolored spines of Lolita translations into languages I do not read, such as Japanese, Finnish or Arabic-that the list of unavoidable blunders in these fifteen or twenty versions would probably make, if collected, a fatter volume than any of them. I had checked the French translation, which was basically very good yet would have bristled with 13 EFTA_R1_01955259 EFTA02674412
April 17, 2026 at 8:08 PM
fusepark.bsky.social
-Ukraine seizes 32 apartments, 55 homes, 26 cars and a yacht from Pro-Putin mogul Viktor Medvedchuk

-The Commander of the missile cruiser Moskva, Captain 1st Rank Kuprin Anton, was killed by the explosion on the ship

-Russian state TV acknowledges the Ukrainian attack on the Moskva
April 15, 2026 at 3:32 PM
epsteinweb.bsky.social
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EFTA02570253 | EFTA02570265 Russian. Why? During the great, and still unsung, era of Russian intellectual expatriation-- roughly between 1920 and 1940-books written in Russian by emigre Russians and published by emigre firms abroad were eagerly bought or borrowed by emigre readers but were absolutely banned in Soviet Russia-- as they still are (except in the case of a few dead authors such as Kuprin and Bunin, whose heavily censored works have been recently reprinted there), no matter the theme of the story or poem. An emigre novel, published, say, in Paris and sold over all free Europe, might have, in those years, a total sale of 1,000 or 2,000 copies-- that would be a best seller-- but every copy would also pass from hand to hand and be read by at least 20 persons, and at least 50 annually if stocked by Russian lending libraries, of which there were hundreds in West Europe alone. The era of expatriation can be said to have ended during World War II. Old writers died, Russian publishers also vanished, and worst of all, the general atmosphere of exile culture, with its splendor, and vigor, and purity, and reverberative force, dwindled to a sprinkle of Russian-language periodicals, anemic in talent and provincial in tone. Now to take my own case: It was not the financial side that really mattered; I don't think my Russian writings ever brought me more than a few hundred dollars per year, and I am all for the ivory tower, and for writing to please one reader alone-- one's own self. But one also needs some reverberation, if not response, and a moderate multiplication of one's self throughout a country or countries; and if there be nothing but a void around one's desk, one would expect it to be at least a sonorous void, and not circumscribed by the walls of a padded cell. With the passing of years I grew less and less interested in Russia and more and more indifferent to the once-harrowing thought that my books would remain banned there as long as my contempt for the police state and political oppression prevented me from entertaining the vaguest thought of return. No, I will not write another novel in Russian, though I do allow myself a very few short poems now and then. I wrote my last Russian novel a quarter of a century ago. But today, in compensation, in a spirit of justice to my little American muse, I am doing something else. But perhaps I should not talk about it at this early stage. Please do. Well, it occurred to me one day-- while I was glancing at the varicolored spines of Lolita translations into languages I do not read, such as Japanese, Finnish or Arabic-that the list of unavoidable blunders in these fifteen or twenty versions would probably make, if collected, a fatter volume than any of them. I had checked the French translation, which was basically very good yet would have bristled with 13 EFTA_R1_01738120 EFTA02570265
April 14, 2026 at 6:59 AM
nordek.bsky.social
Wife read whole moloch by kuprin overnight bc i wanted to adress a single aspect from it 😭😭😭
April 10, 2026 at 3:34 PM
epsteinweb.bsky.social
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#epsteinweb #efta02385149
https://epsteinweb.org
Available in the iOS app store now!
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EFTA02385137 | EFTA02385149 Russian. Why? During the great, and still unsung, era of Russian intellectual expatriation-- roughly between 1920 and 1940-books written in Russian by emigre Russians and published by emigre firms abroad were eagerly bought or borrowed by emigre readers but were absolutely banned in Soviet Russia-- as they still are (except in the case of a few dead authors such as Kuprin and Bunin, whose heavily censored works have been recently reprinted there), no matter the theme of the story or poem. An emigre novel, published, say, in Paris and sold over all free Europe, might have, in those years, a total sale of 1,000 or 2,000 copies-- that would be a best seller-- but every copy would also pass from hand to hand and be read by at least 20 persons, and at least 50 annually if stocked by Russian lending libraries, of which there were hundreds in West Europe alone. The era of expatriation can be said to have ended during World War II. Old writers died, Russian publishers also vanished, and worst of all, the general atmosphere of exile culture, with its splendor, and vigor, and purity, and reverberative force, dwindled to a sprinkle of Russian-language periodicals, anemic in talent and provincial in tone. Now to take my own case: It was not the financial side that really mattered; I don't think my Russian writings ever brought me more than a few hundred dollars per year, and I am all for the ivory tower, and for writing to please one reader alone-- one's own self. But one also needs some reverberation, if not response, and a moderate multiplication of one's self throughout a country or countries; and if there be nothing but a void around one's desk, one would expect it to be at least a sonorous void, and not circumscribed by the walls of a padded cell. With the passing of years I grew less and less interested in Russia and more and more indifferent to the once-harrowing thought that my books would remain banned there as long as my contempt for the police state and political oppression prevented me from entertaining the vaguest thought of return. No, I will not write another novel in Russian, though I do allow myself a very few short poems now and then. I wrote my last Russian novel a quarter of a century ago. But today, in compensation, in a spirit of justice to my little American muse, I am doing something else. But perhaps I should not talk about it at this early stage. Please do. Well, it occurred to me one day-- while I was glancing at the varicolored spines of Lolita translations into languages I do not read, such as Japanese, Finnish or Arabic-that the list of unavoidable blunders in these fifteen or twenty versions would probably make, if collected, a fatter volume than any of them. I had checked the French translation, which was basically very good yet would have bristled with 13 EFTA_R1_01403476 EFTA02385149
April 7, 2026 at 1:10 PM
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Les courageuses de Marioupol.
« Ils profitent de notre malheur pour s’enrichir » : les habitantes de Marioupol sont indignées par les occupants. A visage découvert, les femmes de Marioupol dénoncent les forces d’occupation russes. Les anciennes résidentes des immeubles situés sur l’avenue Mir, les rues Bogdan Khmelnitsky, Kuprin et Zelinsky ont enregistré une vidéo. Selon elles, leurs maisons […]
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January 17, 2026 at 5:13 AM
ermanno1.bsky.social
www.spreaker.com/episode/28-t...
28. The Outrage by Aleksandr I. Kuprin.   - Short Books.
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January 1, 2026 at 6:12 PM
oasisob1.bsky.social
Here are some inks I didn’t buy, and a pen I did, in 2018
Two bottles of Noodler’s ink, Russian labels, on in a deep blue, the other in black Two bottles of Noodler’s ink, Russian labels, on in a deep blue, the other in black. The blue one is called ‘Tolstoy’, the other ‘Kuprin’ Bottles of Noodler’s ink in Navy and Green Marine Three different views of a Retro 51 Tornado, Statue of Liberty edition. It’s light green and copper
November 1, 2025 at 1:35 AM
ngryhobbit.bsky.social
Halloween Advent Calendar Installment No. 27: “Gatchina Ghost” by Alexander Kuprin
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Halloween Advent Calendar Installment No. 27: “Gatchina Ghost” by Alexander Kuprin
A palace at night, locked and silent.
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October 27, 2025 at 11:59 AM
ngryhobbit.bsky.social
Halloween Advent Calendar Installment No. 25: "Horror" by Alexander Kuprin
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Halloween Advent Calendar Installment No. 25: "Horror" by Alexander Kuprin
A lonely walk through the snow becomes a descent into madness when a silent stranger refuses to look away.
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October 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM
ngryhobbit.bsky.social
Halloween Advent Calendar Installment No. 8: "Silver Wolf" by Alexander Kuprin
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Halloween Advent Calendar Installment No. 8: "Silver Wolf" by Alexander Kuprin
It begins with a quiet December night, a forgotten station, and a lantern swinging under frostbitten stars.
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October 8, 2025 at 12:05 PM
letrasmysite.bsky.social
Acerca de los perros.
Por Ilya Ehrenburg.
El Siglo, 1967.
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Chejov amaba a los perros. En su finca de Melejov tenía dos pequeños: "Bromo" y "Quinina". Se notaba que era médico. Kuprin recordaba cómo Chejov decía con bondadosa sonrisa: ¡Qué bueno son los perros!...
September 30, 2025 at 11:31 AM
doningo.bsky.social
—

Aleksandr Ivánovich Kuprín,
ruso: Александр Иванович Куприн

(Narovchat, 7/9/1870 -
25/8/1938, Leningrado)

escritor ruso realista.

Conocido por sus novelas 'El desafío (1905), Moloch (1896), Olesis (1898) y El brazalete de rubíes (1911)', del último se hizo en 1965 una película.

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September 7, 2025 at 8:02 AM
snackalgorithm.bsky.social
What I was replying to.
Bluesky post Text reads: Kuprin, Moogle King of Space @mooglekingofspace.bsky.social The main reason to end voting by mail at this point is that the USPS is compromised and is know to have tampered with the previous election.
August 30, 2025 at 1:34 AM
czechwreck.bsky.social
"But I say with sorrow that I fear these wooden people, whose view of the world is rigid and unchangeable, who are stupidly self-confident and have no hesitations, worse than death." - Aleksandr Kuprin, writer, b. 8/26/1870, Narovchat, Russian Empire
August 26, 2025 at 2:12 PM
juanaidecastilla.bsky.social
El brazalete de granates de Kuprín. 😍
August 5, 2025 at 9:12 PM