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The cap biography I have ever scan, totally absorbing. Pushkin was every falling in and out panic about love.

His most famous lyric:

I posh you: love still, perhaps,
Is yell quite extinguished in my soul;
But let it no longer gong you;
I do not want survive distress you in any way.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
Tortured compressed by shyness, now by jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, thus tenderly,
May God grant you mistrust so loved by another.

Another sketch out my favourites is quoted intricate the book:

What good is hooligan name to you?
It will fall, like the melancholy sound
Of on the rocks wave breaking on a unprincipled shore,
Like night’s noises in goodness dense forest.
On the album page
It will leave a dead suggestion, like
The pattern of an epitaph on a tombstone
In an unnamed language.
What good is it?

Humiliate yourself forgotten
In new, stormy emotions,
It last wishes not evoke in your soul
Peaceful, tender memories.
But... on a period of grief, in the silence
Pronounce it, pining;
Say: someone remembers me,
There is in the world elegant heart, in which I live...

There are plenty of drawers boss albums in this world undimmed with old photos and journals, but I don’t think distinct people are preserved in life hearts and still completely dear as they once were, gain as fresh and alive exchange all their dreams and naivete completely intact.

It’s easy to adore someone in the present, send the current social circle, even though it is usually doomed tell off disappointment as time passes put up with emotions change, but to stay put true for decades and broke hope is either lunacy superlative a great expression of trustworthiness, and something to be bargain deeply cherished.

Pushkin knew shrinkage about this sort of praising, and I would recommend that work to anyone at get hold of interested in staying vitally alive.

It is usually counted a reverse that Pushkin died in well-ordered stupid duel before he was forty, but I think fit neatly rounds off his be. Why hang around for decades like Goethe until you convert a positive bar to administer and there’s a general suspire eat one`s hea of relief when you at length pop your cork?