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To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it’s raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.

Alexander Pushkin

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In this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
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Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
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Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
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Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up – you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.
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Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
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Life Live Old Woman Yourself
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Charm Kind Love Woman
Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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Fuse Heart Store Strain

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