Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.

I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.

Cabbage soup and barley. They're Russia's national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty heart to dust. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.

Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.