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ALEXANDER PUSHKINCabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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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.
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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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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.
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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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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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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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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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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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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Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
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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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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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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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