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“How sad, however, if we're given Our youth as something to betray, And what if youth in turn is driven To cheat on us, each hour, each day, If our most precious aspirations, Our freshest dreams, imaginations In fast succession have decayed, As leaves, in putrid autumn, fade. It is too much to see before one Nothing but dinners in a row, Behind the seemly crowd to go, Regarding life as mere decorum, Having no common views to share, Nor passions that one might declare.”

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Book:Eugene Onegin
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Eugene Onegin

Eugene Onegin is a narrative poem written by Alexander Pushkin, combining elements of romance and satire. The story revolves around the protagonist, Eugene Onegin, and his complex relationships with Tatyana and Olga. The novel is celebrated for its innovative narrative technique and its exploration of themes such as love, jealousy, and social status. more

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Alexander Pushkin
Alexander Pushkin

A great Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature. Born on June 6, 1799, and died on February 10, 1837. His poetry, novels, and plays have had a profound impact on Russian literature. more

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