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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.

Alexander Pushkin

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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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Death Heart Live Memories Oneself
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
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
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Love Man Raise
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
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
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
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
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
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Better Illusion Stop Truth
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
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
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Habit Happiness Heaven Place
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
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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Life Meet Pledge Yourself
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth

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