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Ball at Larins by Alexei Steipanovitch Stepanov (1911)Picture source Whatever in this rough confectionyou sought – tumultuous recolleciton,a rest from the toil and all its aches,or just grammatical mistakes,a vivid brush, a witty rattle – God grant that from this little bookfor heart’s delight, or fun, you took,for dreams, or journalistic battle,God grant you took […]
… watching Greta Garbo in The Mysterious Lady… wow… ahem… OK, back to your regularly scheduled programming…
Listen to Pushkin’s poem in the original Russian: I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet To die down thoroughly within my soul; But let it not dismay you any longer; I have no wish to cause you any sorrow. I loved you wordlessly, without a hope, By shyness tortured, or by jealousy. I […]