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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.

Alexander Pushkin

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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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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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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
Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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Fuse Heart Store Strain
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Habit Happiness Heaven Place
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
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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Existence Ideas Physical Place Togetherness World
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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Compulsion Impulse Obsession
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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Action Invention Justify Moral Occasion Ourselves Surprise
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
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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Life Meet Pledge Yourself
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
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
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
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
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Amusing Born Myself
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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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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Friendship Myself People
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
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
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
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 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

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