There was a time, about 40 years ago, when I decided to realise a dream and learn Russian. I was married with a family at the time and living in Switzerland, so I was learning Russian in a German speaking class. I enjoyed this very much and learned to read and write in cyrillic. I can still speak Russian today, but am out of practice.
Of course I have many books, but this example is printed in Russian on one side, with the German translation on the opposite page. It is a collection of stories from Anton Tsechow and yes, I read them in Russian.