Character: Pushkin. Page 3

But I love him with all my heart
Because he loves blithely
And sing and drink their wine,
And over world of fools
His high-spirited poems
Laugh - right, presmise.

Yes, I confess, I, of course, before you
All wrong the hermit-the rhymer;
He laziness is compared only with the gods,
He is guilty and prose and poems
But the old sure in the new year.

I'm not yet completely lost your minds,
From rhyming magicheskih staggered on Pegasus,
I know myself, though happy, although not happy,
No, no, I don't brother,
You are my uncle and on Parnassus.

She is cute - I will say between us -
Courtiers, knights storm,
And with South stars
Compare especially verses
Her Circassian eyes.

Some of our contemporaries are trying to warn us that they are pretty and the small number of readers, if only there were a lot of buyers.

In other lands, or writers write for the crowd, or for small numbers. We have the last cannot must write for himself.

We have three stories of Russia: one for living, another for hotels, and the third for Gostiny Dvor.

One of the reasons greed with which we read notes of a great people - our pride: we are happy if the similarity with the great man anything,
opinions, feelings, habits and even weaknesses and vices.

Not everyone can be in a flat share,
And a lot with the draw are not similar.

Not everyone can be in a flat share,
And a lot with the draw are not similar.

For dinner I've eaten too much,
Yes, Jacob locked the door opasno.
So it was me, my friends,
And kuhelbeker and sickening.