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Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.

Alexander Pushkin

Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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Dance Human Soul
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
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
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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Change Happiness Marriage Myself
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
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Civilization Human Translation
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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Life Meet Pledge Yourself
Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
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Argument Difference Fear Flattery Fools Insult
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
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
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
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
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
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Habit Happiness Heaven Place
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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Darling Family Learning Organization

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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