Alexander Pushkin Quotes
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin (/?p??k?n/; Russian: ?????????? ?????????? ???????, tr. Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin; IPA: [?l???ksandr s???r??ej?v??t? ?pu?k??n]; 6 June [O.S. 26 May] 1799 – 10 February [O.S. 29 January] 1837) was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature
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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.
In alien lands I keep the bodyOf ancient native rites and things:I gladly free a little birdieAt celebration of the spring.I'm now free for consolation,And thankful to almighty Lord:At least, to one of his creationsI've given freedom in this world!"
Sad that our finest aspiration Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.
Iâ??ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all thatâ??s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.
Moscow... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! what store of riches it imparts!
I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder when my end will come.Thus on a naked tree-limb, blastedBy tardy winter's whistling chill,A single leaf which has outlastedIts season will be trembling still.
I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.
Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.