O men! A wretched race, worthy of tears and laughter! Priests of the minute, worshippers of success! How often a man passes by you, Whose blind and exuberant age scolds you, But whose high countenance in the coming generation The poet will be delighted and amused!
Alexander Pushkin
Oh, red summer, I would love you, If it weren’t for the heat, the dust, the mosquitoes, the flies.
Alexander Pushkin
Thinness does not yet prove intelligence. Fools and even madmen can be surprisingly thin.
Alexander Pushkin
Silly criticism is not as visible as silly praise.
Alexander Pushkin
Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder! But you, my friend, are still in slumber- Wake up, my beauty, time belies: You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden Toward the northerly Aurora, As though a northern star arise!
