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

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

It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.

I was not born to amuse the Tsars.

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.