Word: hating
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Days of Hate. Another important thing to remember in assessing current Russian literature is that every Russian writer has taken part in the war in a very real sense. Much more than our polemicists on the Writers' War Board, much more than our warriors of the Office of War Information, more even than most of our war correspondents (certainly than those in Moscow), the Russian writer has been in & out of the war. And this is not just correspondents: it is poets, writers of the most tender lyrics, historians - all of them...
Above all, those were the days when hate was born. As Nicolai Tikhanov of the Writers' Union says: "In the course of cruel battle grew a hatred of the Germans - a heavy hatred, an indistinguishable hatred, a personal hatred, a hatred which still moves the Red Army and the Soviet people forward." On June 23, 1942, Mikhail Sholokhov wrote a terrific news paper story called The School of Hate, setting the pitch for the hate propaganda, of which Ilya Ehrenburg became the strident genius. The Russian people still feel that hatred and are very much afraid that the British...
...Thursday morning 'hate' [shelling period] was very heavy and deplorably few duds. I counted no shells in 35 minutes. ... It seemed every time we'd try to get some food the shelling would start again. You'd duck in a trench to get a cup of tea, then spill it diving back into your own trench. . . . Our trenches would cave in too unless we could reinforce them with boards...
...newcomer's name is Irma Potts. Fanny describes her: "If we could record what we say all day long, and it was played back to us at night, we'd hate ourselves. We mean 10% of what we say. Irma is different. She says 100% what she thinks and is always in trouble...
...reasons why troops found it hard to be tough were well put by the late C. E. Montague, British essayist, who wrote of the Allied occupation after World War I: "How can you hate the small boy who stands at the farm door visibly torn between dread of the invader and deep delight in all soldiers as soldiers? ... It is hopelessly bad for your Byronic hates if you sit through whole winter evenings in the abhorred foe's kitchen and the abhorred foe grants you the uncovenanted mercy of hot coffee and discusses without rancor the relative daily yields...