Good Citizens Need Not Fear Quotes

“Candies Available for Civilian Consumption: Masha and Bear / Bear in the North / Little Bear / Clumsy Bear / Stratosphere / Strike! / Brighter! / Little Squirrel / Thumbelina / Moscow in Evening / Kiev in Evening / Fantastic Bird / Little Lemon / Little Lenin / Snowflake / Jelly / Fuzzy / Iris / Fudgy Cow / Little Red Hat / Alyonka / Little Miracle / Solidarity / Leningrad / Bird’s Milk / Red Poppy / Mask / Meteorite / Vizit / Red Moscow / Dream / Caramel Crab Necks / Goose Feet / Duck Beaks / Kiss Kiss / Golden Key / Snow / Crazy Bee…And So Many More!”
― Maria Reva, Good Citizens Need Not Fear: Stories

“For the rest of the day, Daniil pretended to work while the combine pretended to pay him.”
― Maria Reva, Good Citizens Need Not Fear: Stories

“Daniil’s head whirled. Seventeen humans in one room, arms and legs and fingers and toes laced together. Plus one bay leaf.”
― Maria Reva, Good Citizens Need Not Fear: Stories

“Noises filter into her dreams—the ruffle of sheets, snot bubbling up and down endless nasal passages, the distant cowbells from a village, the clack of trains from a rail yard. Outside the window, a couple of older, healthier children chatter as they dig another pit. When she hears them shoveling earth back into the hole, Zaya feels for damp soil on her own hot face. But it isn’t there, it’s for someone else.”
― Maria Reva, Good Citizens Need Not Fear: Stories

“Once upon a time,” he began. I wanted to shake the letter out of him. “I got the flu,” he continued. “Ever get the flu?” “Sure.” “The flu turned into bronchitis and I ended up in the hospital. Not only did I get my own room, but by the end of the week the room was filled, and I mean floor-to-ceiling filled, with flowers and cards and jars of food from people I didn’t even know, people from all around the country.” Konstantyn Illych leaned in. “Imagine, Misha, what would happen if you tried to get me fired.”
― Maria Reva, Good Citizens Need Not Fear: Stories

“Smena’s mother had died alone, and seemed to have fared all right. Before the accident, Smena had imagined death as a send-off, a majestic ship to board while your party of relatives crowds at the port ledge, waving goodbye. The higher the attendance, the more valued your life. Now, she imagined something more private. Once you got past the ugly physicality of death, you were left with a single boat, a cushion. Room to stretch out the legs.”
― Maria Reva, Good Citizens Need Not Fear: Stories

“The internat had taught her well: as soon as you want something, you lack it; and if you do get it, it can easily be taken away. But this lesson came at a cost—a dry unfeeling clump had formed in her chest, had grown with age. She wonders now: If she slit her skin open, would nothing but sawdust spill out?”
― Maria Reva, Good Citizens Need Not Fear: Stories