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

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

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

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 want to understand you, I study your obscure language.

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

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.