Alexander Pushkin
Alexander Pushkin
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin; 6 June 1799 – 10 February 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...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth6 June 1799
CityMoscow, Russia
CountryRussian Federation
ecstasy piece sugar tea
Ecstasy is a glassful of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
brink dreamt mighty wild
Upon the brink of the wild streamHe stood, and dreamt a mighty dream.
brink dreamt mighty stream wild
Upon the brink of the wild stream He stood, and dreamt a mighty dream.
fighting men mind
A man who's active and incisive can yet keep nail-care much in mind: why fight what's known to be decisive? custom is despot of mankind.
spring blessing yield
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.
heart dust together
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.
unrequited-love love-is men
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
dream youth sweetness
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
heaven habit redress
Habit is Heaven's own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
ideas two together
Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
writing pleasure publish
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
wine mistress vain
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane...
dance soul ballet
Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
book light dust
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.