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1 " К *** Я помню чудное мгновенье: Передо мной явилась ты, Как мимолетное виденье, Как гений чистой красоты. В томленьх грусти безнадежной В тревогах шумной суеты Звучал мне долго голос нежный И снились милые черты. Шли годы. Бурь порыв мятежной Рассеял прежние мечты, И я забыл твой голос нежный, Твой небесные черты. В глуши, во мраке заточенья Тянулись тихо дни мои Без божества, без вдохновенья, Без слез, без жизни, без любви. Душе настало пробужденье: И вот опять явилась ты, Как милолетное виденье, Как гений чистой красоты. И сердце бьется в упоенье, И для него воскресли вновь И божество, и вдохновенье, И жизнь, и слезы, и любовь. "
― Alexander Pushkin , Works of Alexander Pushkin (Illustrated)
2 " His principal amusement was shooting with a pistol. The walls of his room were riddled with bullets, and were as full of holes as a honeycomb. A rich collection of pistols was the only luxury in the humble cottage where he lived. The skill which he had acquired with his favorite weapon was simply incredible: and if he had offered to shoot a pear off somebody’s forage-cap, not a man in our regiment would have hesitated to place the object upon his head. "
3 " This lowered him very much in the opinion of all our young fellows. Want of courage is the last thing to be pardoned by young men, who usually look upon bravery as the chief of all human virtues, and the excuse for every possible fault. But, by degrees, everything became forgotten, and Silvio regained his former influence "
4 " MY MUSE "
5 " One civilian only was admitted into our society. He was about thirty- five years of age, and therefore we looked upon him as an old fellow. His experience gave him great advantage over us, and his habitual taciturnity, stern disposition, and caustic tongue produced a deep impression upon our young minds. Some mystery surrounded his existence; he had the appearance of a Russian, although his name was a foreign one. He had formerly served in the Hussars, and with distinction. Nobody knew the cause that had induced him to retire from the service and settle in a wretched little village, where he lived poorly and, at the same time, extravagantly. "
