he simple utterance of a randomly selected Russian word is real magic, a colossal spiritual deed, inasmuch as in what is spoken is heard the whisper and rustle of those fundamental things, those thoughts, those movements of the soul that stand behind us and that come forth after us. His native language imparts to a man a gigantic energy, an intellectual, moral and conceptual style, and leaves an indelible imprint on the human soul. Without language, we are nothing. Our individuality, our existence without language is absolutely empty and uninteresting. What would we be if we could not speak, if this absolute, great, and super-natural Russian language had not been given to us?! We would be merely dumb cattle...but it was handed to us, and the narod did this, for which are obliged to it. Our language expresses the intelligible, the beautiful, the true, and the right.