You praise the firm restraint with which they write–
I'm with you there of course:
They use the snaffle and curb all right,
But where's the bloody horse?
–Roy CampbellMon defaut a moi a toujours été la sécheresse, je faisais des squelettes.
–Prospère MeriméeAleksandr Pushkin's cult for simple, unadorned prose is a critical commonplace that needs no further documentation. Weaned on those masters of French classicism (Jean de La Bruyère, Montesquieu, and, above all, Voltaire) for whom brevity was the soul of wit and concision no crime, he practiced from the beginning, “Naden'ka,” to the end, “Kirdzhali“ and The Captain's Daughter, a narrative style conspicuous for its uncommon bareness. That the virtues which he valued most highly in prose, namely, tochnost', kratkost', and nagaia prostata are, with rare exceptions, at one with his practice has been noted many times.