Book: Friends Of Pushkin

They say that misfortune is a good school: maybe. But happiness is the best University. It completes the education of the soul, capable of good and beautiful.

Nashchokin busy with Affairs, and his house is such a muddle and a jumble, that the head around goes. From morning till evening he different people: players, retired hussars, students, solicitors, Gypsies, spies, particularly creditors. All free entry; all up a need; everyone shouts, smokes a pipe, eats, sings, dances; no angle free.

Was visitor of the province who are saying, that your poems are not in fashion - and a new reading of the poet, and who would you think again the goal name is Eugene Onegin.

In Moscow the news and gossip to no end. It is just that and exists, don't know where I'd run from it and right not curious as lot's wife.

Why your wondrous pencil
Draws my Arab's profile?
Though you eyelids betray him,
It was booed Mephistopheles.
Draw Venison features.
In the heat of heart of inspiration,
Only youth and beauty
A fan must be a genius.

You know for a long time,
What you love no wonder
What gentle eyes you Armida,
What is a light mill you sylph,
Your scarlet lips,
As the harmonic rose.
And our rhymes, and our prose
Before you, the hustle and bustle.

You are spoilt for nature;
She's addicted to you was,
And our eternal praise
You seem tiresome ode.

It's time! to Moscow, to Moscow now!
Here the city is stiff, dull,
Here is ice, the heart - granite.

You can't imagine how fun to get away from the bride, and to sit down to write poetry.

You for Onegin suggest, my friends,
Again made me fall in leisure.
You say to me, he is alive and not married.
So, once the novel is not over - it is a treasure:
Put these in ample frame
New pattern - open the diorama:
Halt the audience, paying you for the input
(That will give you fame and income).

... Art in General terms
As brothers, we are forever joined;
Each other we work and leisure
And our lot with love shared;
Their happiness I was happy still;
In my anguish I saw them sad...
I thank their participation this:
I will live immortality I sweet.

Have a favorite heart region;
The memory of him will not be separated:
Of the deep sea priplyli
He always involuntarily in my dreams.

Pretty woman, of course, is free... to be free.

My daughter for the last five or six days had us worried. Think she teething. Though I try to reassure myself with the thought that all this have passed, but these little creatures are so fragile that it is impossible without a shudder to look at their suffering.