Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
Alexander PushkinTo love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it's raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.
Alexander PushkinFearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
Alexander PushkinI have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.
Alexander Pushkin