With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm. — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share Image
The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth." [From: 19 Lessons On Tea]” — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“My goddesses! You vanished faces! Oh, hearken to my woeful call: Have other maidens gained your places, Yet not replaced you after all? (12)” — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“I love a friendly chat and a friendly glass of wine during the evening - the time they call, for some accountable reason, 'between… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me. — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife) — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“.. and these days I've come to prefer the more steady Bordeaux. I am no longer up to champagne from Ay: it's like a… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm. — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
Please, never despise the translator. He's the mailman of human civilization. — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“55 But I was born for peaceful roaming, For country calm and lack of strife; My lyre sings! And in the gloaming My fertile… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“Perhaps you'd like, you gentle fellow, To hear what I'm prepared to say On "kinfolk" and their implications? Well, here's my view of close… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“This, then, is the fate of your sons, Oh Rome, oh celebrated power! Singer of love, singer of the gods, Tell me, what is… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
“In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring.… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that's beautiful and… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share
