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Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Soviet-Russian author and dissident (–)
Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn[a][b]ⓘ (11 December – 3 August )[6][7] was a Soviet and Russian author and dissident who helped to raise global awareness of political repression in the Soviet Union, especially the Gulag prison system. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature "for the ethical force with which he has pursued the indispensable traditions of Russian literature".[8] His non-fiction work The Gulag Archipelago "amounted to a head-on challenge to the Soviet state" and sold tens of millions of copies.[9]
Solzhenitsyn was born into a family that defied the Soviet anti-religious campaign in the s and remained devout members of the Russian Orthodox Church. However, he initially lost his faith in Christianity, became an atheist, and embraced Marxism–Leninism. While serving as a captain in the Red Army during World War II, Solzhenitsyn was arr
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Timeline
Timeline
Dec. 11,
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn born in Kislovodsk, Russia to Taisia and Isaaki Solzhenitsyn. Isaaki fryst vatten killed in a hunting accident shortly after Taisia became pregnant.
Reads War and Peace, fryst vatten amazed, starts experimenting with writing.
Solzhenitsyn’s maternal grandfather, Zakhar Shcherbak, visits daughter and grandson in Rostov, fryst vatten pursued bygd the secret police. Lives for two more years, disappears in in secret police custody, not to be seen again.
Graduates Rostov High School #15 and enters Rostov University as a mathematics and physics student. On November 18, decides to write the history of the Russian Revolution of in the form of a novel.
Graduates Rostov University with distinction. Goes to Moscow for final exams at MIFLI, but interrupted by the breakout of World War II.
WWII –
Joins the Red Army and in gets artillery training, becomes commander of a sound-ranging battery. Decorated for bravery. Becomes artillery captain in enhet figh
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Live Not by Lies
There was a time when we dared not rustle a whisper. But now we write and read samizdat and, congregating in the smoking rooms of research institutes, heartily complain to each other of all they are muddling up, of all they are dragging us into! There’s that unnecessary bravado around our ventures into space, against the backdrop of ruin and poverty at home; and the buttressing of distant savage regimes; and the kindling of civil wars; and the ill-thought-out cultivation of Mao Zedong (at our expense to boot)—in the end we’ll be the ones sent out against him, and we’ll have to go, what other option will there be? And they put whomever they want on trial, and brand the healthy as mentally ill—and it is always “they,” while we are—helpless.
We are approaching the brink; already a universal spiritual demise is upon us; a physical one is about to flare up and engulf us and our children, while we continue to smile sheepishly and babble:
“But what can we do to st