Quote by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“My Russian liberal goes so far as to reject Russia herself, that is, he hates and strikes his own mother. Every misfortune and mishap of the mother country fills him with mirth, and even with joy and ecstasy. “He hates the national customs, Russian history, and so on. If he has a justification it is in the fact that he does not know what he is doing, and believes that his hatred of Russia is the grandest and most profitable kind of liberalism. (You will often find a liberal here who is applauded and esteemed by the others his fellows, but who is in reality the dreariest, blindest, dullest of conservatives, and is not aware of the fact.) This hatred for Russia has been mistaken by some of our ‘Russian liberals’ for sincere love for the fatherland, and they boast that they see better than their neighbours what real love for their fatherland should consist in. But of late they have grown more candid and are ashamed of the expression ‘love of country,’ and have annihilated and talked down the very spirit of the words as something injurious and petty and undignified.”