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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 Pushkin

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Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
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
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’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
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth
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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Body Choice Country Decent Forget Live Marriage Try
Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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Mathematics Need Poetry
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 was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Amusing Born Myself
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
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
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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Change Happiness Marriage Myself
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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Life Meet Pledge Yourself
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
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
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Civilization Human Translation
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
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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Compulsion Impulse Obsession
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Habit Happiness Heaven Place
Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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Friendship Myself People
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Better Illusion Stop Truth
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
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
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
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Charm Kind Love Woman

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