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“Mapping Imagined Geographies of Revolutionary Russia” (MAPRR) helps us construct a topography of Russians’ feelings and attitudes toward their beloved country during the tumultuous years between 1914 (the start of World War I) and 1922 (the end of the Civil War). These attitudes echo even today.

Drawing from period literature across Russia, MAPRR offers unique insight into strongly opposing identities in close relation to their sense of belonging to a place. Explore the myriad ways that authors imagined Russia in their writings of the moment.

Brief Overview

Attachment to place—knowing where we belong—is one of the ways in which we know who we are. We call this sense of belonging “place-based identity.” From 1914 and the start of World War I through 1922, when the revolution and Russian civil war ended, Russians’ feelings about their national identity underwent radical shifts. Their feelings about “Russia” and “homeland” (rodina)—and many other places—transformed the imagined geography of their country and the world. Major writers and ordinary Russians alike made this process particularly visible in the poems, stories, and essays they wrote in this turbulent time.

List of writers. Select an individual author to find a list of their works and relevant spatial imagery.

Go to Index of Authors

List of works. English translation may be available.

Go to Index of Works

List and map of sites of literary activity and sites mentioned in literary texts.

Go to Index of Locations

List of possible connections between spatial images, feeling, and political attitudes. See how a mere “space” becomes meaningful “place.”

Go to Index of Place Based Concepts

List of possible values for the components of a Place Based Concept

Go to Index of PBC Components

List of spaces that are a meaningful place for at least one author. Single MM pages show all the different ways in which a specific spatial image is connected to a range of feelings and political views.

Go to Index of Multivalent Markers


“  I crumple the map in my hands…  ”

–  Bogorodskii