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Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.

Alexander Pushkin

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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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Attempt Burn Flame Reason
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
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
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
A man who’s active and incisive can yet keep nail-care much in mind: why fight what’s known to be decisive? Custom is despot of mankind.
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Active Care Fight Kind Man Mindset
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
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
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
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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Burn Bury Desire Dreams Empty Heart Live
Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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Dance Human Soul
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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Compulsion Impulse Obsession
Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
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Appearance Emotion Finding Love Magic Sound Togetherness Weave
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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Dreams Myself Sweet Youth
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
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
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Better Illusion Stop Truth

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