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!
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMy whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINPlease, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINInspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI was not born to amuse the Tsars.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTry to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMy dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKINWrite for pleasure and publish for money.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI’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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINCabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINBetter the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINLove passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN