Quotes from Alexander Pushkin

I longed for you so avidly.

They say that misfortune is a good school. Yes, true. But happiness is the best university.

O doce sopro da primavera, Que jardins e campos regenera! Será que agora todo prazer Me é estranho e tudo que anima, Tudo que brilha, alegra e sublima Só traz tédio, torpor, desprazer À minha alma, há muito já morta, À qual tudo é vão e nada importa?

SORROW ASK not why with sad reflection 'Mid gayety I oft am darkened, Why ever cheerless eyes I raise, Why sweet life's dream not dear to me is; Ask not why with frigid soul I — joyous love no longer crave, And longer none I call dear: Who once has loved, not again can love; Who bliss has known, ne'er again shall know; For one brief moment to us 't is given: Of youth, of joy, of tenderness Is left alone the sadness.

Começa a ler, a mente se solta. Vira as páginas vorazmente; Vê se abrir um mundo diferente.

Why should cattle have the gift of freedom? Their heritage from generation to generation is the belled yoke and the lash.

Troco o mundo gentil e pacato Pelo esplendoroso espalhafato...

Beaupré, in his native country, had been a hairdresser, then a soldier in Prussia, and then had come to Russia to be outchitel, without very well knowing the meaning of this word.3

E sempre o mesmo coro ressoa: Como o tempo passa e a vida voa!

Allegiance to the sovereign or the people? Why should we care? To hell with it. By no one Held to account, to serve oneself alone, And please oneself, and breathe without delivering One's conscience, thoughts or neck to power or livery; To wander as one wishes, take one's fill Of nature's beauty, perfect art, and thrill – There's happiness!

Heart lives in the future, so what if gloom pervades the present? All is fleeting, all will go; What is gone will then be pleasant.

O amor cativa qualquer idade, Mas, para os corações juvenis, Seus surtos são como tempestade Que varre os campos primaveris.

The stunned knight came upon a field Where nothing lived, just scattered skulls and bones. What battle had been fought, what did it yield? No one remembers why the screams and groans. Why are you mute field? Why overgrown with grasses of oblivion?

Por colinas, caballos veloces aplastaban la nieve profunda… A un lado un templo sagrado solitario asomaba al camino. ………………… Mas de pronto estalló la nevasca, y la nieve cayó a grandes copos. En el ala azabache un silbido, sobrevuela un cuervo el trineo. ¡El gemido auguraba desdichas! Los caballos de andar presuroso oteaban las sombras lejanas, y alzando sus crines… ZHUKOVSKI

La, sotto i giorni nubilosi e brevi, Nasce una gente a cui 'l morir non dole. Petr.64

El alma del que ha vivido y ha pensado no puede por menos que despreciar a la gente. A aquel que es sensible le atormenta la visión de los días irrevocables; ya no conoce el placer; la víbora del recuerdo y el arrepentimiento le consume.

Within my song, safe from the worm, my spirit will survive

fruto de mis años, marchitos antes de florecer (a Piotr Aleksandrovich Pletnev)

in which he was mortally wounded by his brother-in-law, George Danthès. His death was mourned publicly by all Russia.

My goddesses! You vanished faces! Oh, hearken to my woeful call: Have other maidens gained your places, Yet not replaced you after all? (12)

Pétri de vanité il avait encore plus de cette espèce d'orgueil qui fait avouer avec la même indifférence les bonnes comme les mauvaises actions, suite d'un sentiment de supériorité, peut-être imaginaire. Tiré d'une lettre particulière

I love their feet—although you'll find That all of Russia scarcely numbers Three pairs of shapely feet ... And yet, How long it took me to forget Two special feet. (18)

Sir, I hope your excellency'—What's all this ceremony?

hold with gloves of porcupine-skin?