Iskra (Russian: Искра́, IPA: [ˈiskrə], Spark) was a political newspaper of Russian socialist emigrants established as the official organ of the Russian Social Democratic Labour Party (RSDLP). Initially, it was managed by Vladimir Lenin, moving as he moved. The first edition was published in Leipzig,Germany, on December 1, 1900. Other editions were published in Munich (1900–1902) and Geneva from 1903. When Lenin was in London (1902–1903) the newspaper was edited from a small office at 37a Clerkenwell Green, EC1, with Henry Quelch arranging the necessary printworks.
In 1903, following the split of the RSDLP, Lenin left the staff (after his initial proposal to reduce the editorial board to three - himself, Julius Martov and Georgi Plekhanov - was vehemently opposed), the newspaper fell under the control of the Mensheviks and was published by Plekhanov until 1905. The average circulation was 8,000.
Iskra's motto was "Из искры возгорится пламя" ("From a spark a fire will flare up") — a line from the reply Alexander Odoevsky wrote to the poem by Alexander Pushkin addressed to the anti-tsar Decembrists imprisoned in Siberia.
Iskra ("Spark") was an electronic equipment manufacturer in Yugoslavia, established on March 8, 1946 in Kranj, Slovenia. Starting with 850 workers, it employed as many as 35,000 at its peak. In the beginning of the 1970s, Iskra was the largest Slovenian company in the field of electromechanics, telecommunications, electronics and automation.
In 1989, Iskra SOZD consisted of the following organizations:
Following the breakup of Yugoslavia, it is now a company in Slovenia. The company's operations in Slovenia were divided into many separate companies, including Iskratel, Iskra Avtoelektrika, Iskraemeco, Fotona, Iskra Amesi, Iskra, elektro in elektronska industrija, d.d. (Iskra d.d. for short)
Iskra was a 1900–1905 communist newspaper. The word means "spark" in many Slavic languages.
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do what you want just go home.
i'd take advice coming from anyone but you.
don't see how you could say that shit.
no matter what things will always stay the same.
i can't think clear with you by my side.
you make me disturbed and i act all uptight.
i think i could do without the stress,
so why are you here?
i think you pry too much.
i think you hear what your ears are not to hear.