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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

Alexander Pushkin

Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Better Illusion Stop Truth
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.
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Age Blessing Love Refreshment Storm Surrender
Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
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Day Death Fragment Friendship Heart Time
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
Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
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Angry Believe Grief Joy Myself Sadness Time
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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Death Heart Live Memories Oneself
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Amusing Born Myself
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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Age Choice Himself Man Prison
Play interests me very much,” said Hermann: “but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
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Interest Myself Play Position Sacrifice Win
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Love Man Raise
Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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Barley Boredom Excellence Food National Shade Soup
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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Aspiration Dreams Fine Fresh Leaving Sad Success
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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Better Choice Dreams
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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Compulsion Impulse Obsession
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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Beautiful Moments Myself Rare Vision

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

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