Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN- 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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- black
- grey
- blue
- red
- brown
- white
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.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTwo 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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Write for pleasure and publish for money.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINWrite for pleasure and publish for money.
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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINSomewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMoscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINHabit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINSad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
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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 PUSHKINIn 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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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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThe 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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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINDon’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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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMy whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINAs long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMy dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINBetter the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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