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Alexander Pushkin

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin (/ˈpʊʃkɪn/; Russian: Алекса́ндр Серге́евич Пу́шкин, tr. Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin, IPA: [ɐlʲɪˈksandr sʲɪˈrɡʲejɪvʲɪtɕ ˈpuʂkʲɪn] ( listen); 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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Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.

Highly, Inane, Mistress, Vain, Wine

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.

Duty, Our Love, Ruins, Show, Toil, Toils

Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.

Actions, Littles, Maxims, Moral, Our Actions, Useful

Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.

Ecstasy, Full, Glass, Glasses, Pieces, Tea

I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.

Moscow, Old, Old Woman, Want, Women

Moscow. . . how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! what store of riches it imparts!

Heart, Moscow, Riches, Sound, Store

It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.

Dream, Dreamed, Dreams, Thousand

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.

Desires, Dream, Empty, Failure, Fruitless, Heart

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.

Die, Dust, Heart, Plans, Time, Together

Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.

Asking, Crowns, Fearing, Flattery, Fool, Indifference

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

Civilization, Despise, Human, Mailman, Please

Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.

Compulsion, Impulse, Inspirational, Obsession

I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.

Happy, Married, Nothing, Wish

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. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.

Bury, Clouds, Conquered, Dream, Heart, Summer

Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.

Dance, Dancing, Executed, Soul

Play interests me very much," said Hermann: "but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.

Hope, Play, Position, Sacrifice, Superfluous, Winning

There yet remains but one concluding tale, And then this chronicle of mine is ended Fulfilled, the duty God ordained to me, A sinner. Not without purpose did the Lord Put me to witness much for many years And educate me in the love of books. One day some indefatigable monk Will find my conscientious, unsigned work; Like me, he will light up his ikon-lamp And, shaking from the scroll the age-old dust, He will transcribe these tales in all their truth.

Book, Dust, Ended, Light, Purpose, Remains

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.

Ages, Blessing, Raptures, Spring, Yield

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 dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.

Dream, Grief, Lonely, Single, Tardy, Trembling

Sad that our finest aspiration Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

Autumn, Dream, Dreams, Freshest, Meditation, Swift

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