Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.

Meaning of the quote

The quote suggests that even when we are close to death, we should have hope that the evil and darkness in the world will eventually be defeated by the power of goodness and light. The author believes that despite the cruelty and hatred that exists, the spirit of light and kindness will triumph over the forces of darkness in the end.

About Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak was a renowned Russian poet, novelist, and literary translator. He wrote the famous novel Doctor Zhivago, which was rejected for publication in the USSR but later became a crucial part of the Russian school curriculum. Pasternak was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, but was forced to decline it by the Communist Party.

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