Nikolai Alexandrovich Berdyaev was born at Kyiv in 1874 of an aristocratic family. He commenced his education in a military school and subsequently entered the University of Kiev. There he accepted Marxism and took part in political agitation, for which he was expelled. At twenty-five he was exiled from Kiev to the north of Russia and narrowly escaped a second period of exile shortly before the Revolution. Before this, however, he had broken with Marxism in company with Sergius Bulgakov, and in 1909 he contributed to a symposium which reaffirmed the values of Orthodox Christianity. After the October Revolution he was appointed by the Bolshevists to a chair of philosophy in the University of Moscow, but soon fell into disfavour for his independent political opinions. He was twice imprisoned and in 1922 was expelled from the country. He settled first in Berlin, where he opened a Russian Academy of Philosophy and Religion. Thence he moved to Clamart near Paris, where he lectured in a similar institution. In 1939 he was invited to lecture at the Sorbonne. He lived through the German occupation unmolested. After the liberation, he announced his adhesion to the Soviet government, but later an article by him published in a Paris (Russian) newspaper, criticising the return to a policy of repression, was tantamount to a withdrawal of this. He died at Clamart March 24, 1948.
OMG...I wish this book was translated into English. He is simply the best philosopher ever. While reading him I felt like - here it is, finally, somebody tells me all I always wanted to comprehend. He is not like any other thinker. My favorite Berdyaev! Definitely God kissed him at his forehead when he was born. Google him -but not everything is translated into English
Книга на 100% «моя». Во время прочтения сделала кучу закладок и выписок, находя все больше и больше общего в наших с Бердяевым взглядах. Даже любимое стихотворение у нас одно. Думаю, другим рефлексирующим интровертам, одиночкам, одержимым эсхатологическими размышлениями, тоже понравится.
Minevikumälu on loominguline, ümberkujundav mälu, see teeb valiku, see ei taasta minevikku passiivselt. Mineviku ilu ei ole empiirilise olnu ilu, see on oleviku ilu, olevikku sisenenud ümberkujundatud mineviku ilu. Minevik tõenäoliselt seda ilu ei tundnud. Varemete ilu ei ole mineviku ilu, see on oleviku ilu, minevikus varemeid ei olnud, need olid hiljuti ehitatud kindlused, lossid, templid ja akveduktid koos kõigi uudsuse joontega.
Isegi kui mees ja naine räägivad näiliselt ühes keeles, asetavad nad väljaöeldud sõnadesse erineva mõtte. Teise isiksus jääb meile alatiseks peaaegu läbitungimatuks saladuseks.
Iseloomult olen ma feodaal, kes istub oma ülestõstetud sillaga lossis ja tulistab vastu.
Mul ei olnud kunagi täielikku usku reaalsuse, selle niinimetatud tegelikkuse vastu.
Mul on alati peas mõte, et inimeste ehtsatel omadustel ja väärtustel pole mingit seost nende hierarhilise positsiooniga ühiskonnas. Geeniused ei hõivanud ühiskonnas mingit hierarhilist positsiooni ega omanud hierarhilisi aukraade, nagu ka prohvetid ja pühakud. Kui jumal sai inimeseks võttis ta kõige viimase positsiooni.
Str. 19- Človeško poreklo je mogoče dojeti in racionalno pojete le deloma. Skrivnosti osebnosti, njene enkratnosti ni možno docela dojeti nikomur. Človeška osebnosti je skrivnostnejša od celega sveta. Človeška osebnosti pravzaprav je cel svet. Človek je mikrokozmos in v sebi vključuje vse. Vendar je v njegovi osebnosti aktualizirano in formirano zgolj individualno-osebno. Človek je obenem tudi večnivojsko bitje.