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since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*Another one of my translations from Russian. This is a poem by A. Pushkin. Why undeveloped aggravation Feed with the omnius belief, And thus, the certain separation Expect with timidy and grief? It’s not that long until dejection! In calmness of the barren fields, You will bring forth the recollection Of days you’ve lost throughout the years. Misfortunate! then, you’ll be ready, With price of death to pay the debts, To buy a word from darling lady, -- The light resounding of her steps. "I will not whole die, my soul in sacred lyre, will outlive my dust and will escape decay, And in the moonlit sphere, my glory will not tire As long as poets still remain" A. Pushkin |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Two words: Don't stop. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
TWO Words: Thank you! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
One word: Magnificent! In any moment of decision, The best thing you can do is the right thing, The next-best thing is the wrong thing, And the worst thing you can do is nothing. - Theodore Roosevelt |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
ONe word: Thanks |
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