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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.

Alexander Pushkin

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
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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Change Happiness Marriage Myself
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Civilization Human Translation
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’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
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
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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Friendship Myself People
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
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
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
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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Avoid Herself Love Please Responsibility Woman
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Charm Kind Love Woman
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
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth

Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.

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