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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.

Alexander Pushkin

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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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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
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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The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely, In the flattering toils of philandery.
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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Civilization Human Translation
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
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
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
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
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
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low 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

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