I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.

I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.

I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.

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

Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.

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.