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Aleksandr Pushkin Quotes

1799–1837 Russia

Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin (Russian: Алекса́ндр Серге́евич Пу́шкин) (6 June (26 May, O.S.) 1799 – 10 February (29 January, O.S.) 1837) was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era. He is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature.

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Also known as: Alexander Pushkin, Alexandr Pushkin, Pushkin, Pushkin, Aleksandr, Pushkin, Alexander

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‘Tis time, my friend, ‘tis time!
For rest the heart is aching;
Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking
Fragments of being, while together you and I
Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.

What stirs ye? Is it that this nation

To the Slanderers of Russia (1831)

Moscow... how many strains are fusing
in that one sound, for Russian hearts!
what store of riches it imparts!

Eugene Onegin (1823)

Unforced, as conversation passed,
he had the talent of saluting
felicitously every theme,
of listening like a judge-supreme
while serious topics were disputing,
or, with an epigram-surprise,
of kindling smiles in ladies' eyes.

Eugene Onegin (1823)

Ah! heavy art thou, crown of Monomakh!

Boris Godunov (1825)

Hermann went out of his mind, and is now confined in room Number 17 of the Obukhov Hospital. He never answers any questions, but he constantly mutters with unusual rapidity: "Three, seven, ace!" "Three, seven, queen!"

The Queen of Spades (1833)

What grace could all your worldly power bring
To One whose crown of thorns has made him King,
The Christ who gave His body to the flails,
Who humbly bore the lance and piercing nails?
Or do you fear the rabble might disgrace The One.

And thus He mused: "From here, indeed
Shall we strike terror in the Swede?
And here a city by our labor
Founded, shall gall our haughty neighbor;
"Here cut" - so Nature gives command -
Your window through on Europe; stand
Firm-footed by the sea, unchanging!

The Bronze Horseman (1833)

God grant you, friends, a helping hand—
In cares of state and private plights,
In rowdy feasts of friendship's band,
In passion's sweet and secret rites!
God grant you, friends, a helping hand—
In daily woes and days of strife,
On vacant sa, in distant land,
In every black abyss of life!

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Aleksandr Pushkin (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.