My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
Alexander PushkinAs long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
Alexander PushkinMy dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
Alexander PushkinAs long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
Alexander Pushkin