Pushkin, Akhmatova, and the passionate soul of Russian poetry.
Habit is given to us from above: it is a substitute for happiness
— Alexander Pushkin
"Habit is given to us from above: it is a substitute for happiness"
I loved you; even now I may confess, some embers of my love their fire retain
"I loved you; even now I may confess, some embers of my love their fire retain"
The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths
"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths"
Inspiration is needed in geometry just as much as in poetry
"Inspiration is needed in geometry just as much as in poetry"
But I warn you, I am living for the last time.
— Anna Akhmatova
"But I warn you, I am living for the last time."
I have learned how faces fall to bone, how under the eyelids terror lurks.
"I have learned how faces fall to bone, how under the eyelids terror lurks."
I can't tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.
"I can't tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is ..."
