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No bird flies near, no tiger creeps;
alone the whirlwind, wild and black,
assails the tree of death and sweeps
away with death upon its back.

— Aleksandr Pushkin

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Why rave ye, babblers, so -- ye lords of popular wonder?

To the Slanderers of Russia (1831)

The less we love a woman the easier 'tis to be liked by her, and thus more surely we undo her amid seductive toils.

A man who's active and incisive
can yet keep nail-care much in mind:
why fight what's known to be decisive?
custom is despot of mankind.

Eugene Onegin (1823)

The clock of doom had struck as fated;
the poet, without a sound,
let fall his pistol on the ground.

Eugene Onegin (1823)

The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.

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