“'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.” LooksHeartTogetherDiesPlansMy FriendsFlightDustFragments Author:Alexander Pushkin
“Moscow... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!” HeartSoundRichesStoresStrainImpartMoscow Author:Alexander Pushkin
“As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.” HeartLongStillsEarthDiesMemories Author:Alexander Pushkin
“I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.” HeartStillsEndsDreamDesireLeftGriefWonderTreeLonelyEmptySeasonsWinterStormNakedLeafsLimbsChillRuthlessNumbTremblingDesolationGarlandsWhistlingEmpty HeartTree Limbs Author:Alexander Pushkin
“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.” IfsHeartEndsDreamLastsDesireLeftWaitingBehindsWonderWatchesFireFateAirWindColdSummerEmptyWinterCloudsDustBranchesCrownsLeafsLeft BehindTremblingRustEmpty HeartCold AirEnd Is NearCruel Fate Author:Alexander Pushkin
“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.” HeartDreamDesireLeftFireFailureEmptyDustEmptinessRustEmpty Heart Author:Alexander Pushkin
