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.

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

Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.

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

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

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

I was not born to amuse the Tsars.