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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.

Alexander Pushkin

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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Amusing Born Myself
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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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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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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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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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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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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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
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth
Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
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
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
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity

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