Author of quotes: Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. Page 3

The reason in the world to live tells.

Worthy of crying my lot.

And the handsome Prince was not slack,
Not that the hero of our days.

Never laughing, fear not joint.

In vain you in the shadows lurked
For a peaceful, happy friends,
The verses are mine! You are veiled
From the angry envy of the eyes.
Really pale critic, in her service,
Question I made the fatal:
Why Ruslanova friend
How would laugh her spouse,
I call virgin and княжной7
You see, my good reader.
Here rage black print.

How cute I am,
I'm cheerful and sad;
To say "I love you" I wish
And I don't syschu.
The sight of her charms,
It breaks my heart,
But, Oh, she don't know
I love her.

Sad were our meetings:
His smile, wonderful view,
His stinging speech
They poured into the soul frigid poison.
Inexhaustible slander
He tempted Providence;
He called a beautiful dream;
He despised the inspiration;
Neither did he believe love and freedom;
To life mockingly looked -
And nothing in all of nature
Bless he didn't want.

In those days, when I was new
All the impressions of life -
And the eyes of virgins, and the noise dubrovy,
And at night the singing of the Nightingale, -
When sublime feelings
Freedom, glory and love
And inspired art
So much worried about the blood
Watch of hope and enjoyment
Longing sudden osena,
Then some evil genius
Began secretly to visit me.

Learn, my son: science cuts
Us experiences of fleeting life.

So all those passionate letters, those ardent desires, this bold obstinate pursuit all this was not love! Money - that was what his soul yearned for!

Immersed in cold selfishness, like all old people, olubuse his age and not the present.

He had strong passions and an ardent imagination, but his firmness saved him from the ordinary errors of youth.