If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
Alexander PushkinI do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
Alexander PushkinI loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.
Alexander Pushkin