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
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.
want moscow old-woman
I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
country years two
Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
play wife letters
Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
pain men gone-away
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.
summer dream heart
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.
civilization despise mailman
Please, never despise the translator. He's the mailman of human civilization.
wish married
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
hero men feelings
But even friendship like our heroes' Exist no more; for we've outgrown All sentiments and deem men zeroes-- Except of course ourselves alone. We all take on Napoleon's features, And millions of our fellow creatures Are nothing more to us than tools... Since feelings are for freaks and fools. Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions And on the whole despised mankind, Yet wasn't, like so many, blind; And since each rule permits exceptions, He did respect a noble few, And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.
dream autumn meditation
Sad that our finest aspiration Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
men tyrants choices
In this, our age of infamy Man's choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
easier charm
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
heart moscow riches
Moscow... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! what store of riches it imparts!
born
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.