..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife. - Alexander Pushkin

Blest who was youthful in his youth;
blest who matured at the right time;
who gradually the chill of life
with years was able to withstand;
who never was addicted to strange dreams;
who did not shun the fahsinable rabble;
who was at twenty fop or blade,
and then at thirty, profitably married;
who rid himself at fifty
of private and of other debts;
who fame, money, and rank
in due course calmly gained;
about whom lifelong one kept saying:
N. N. is an excellent man.

But it is sad to think that to no purpose
youth was given us,
that we betrayed it every hour,
that it duped us;
that our best wishes,
that our fresh dreamings,
in quick succession have decayed
like leaves in putrid autumn.
It is unbearable to see before one
only of dinners a long series,
to look on life as on a rite,
and in the wake of the decorous crowd
to go, not sharing with it
either general views, or passions.

I've lived to see my longings die

I've lived to see my longings die:
My dreams and I have grown apart;
Now only sorrow haunts my eye,
The wages of a bitter heart.

Beneath the storms of hostile fate,
My flowery wreath has faded fast;
I live alone and sadly wait
To see when death will come at last.

Just so, when the winds in winter moan
And snow descends in frigid flakes,
Upon a naked branch, alone,
The final leaf of summer shakes!...

"قال بوشكين فى قصيدته "إلى شادَييف"ـ

ومادامت شعلة الحرية تحيا فينا،
وما دمنا قد سرنا وراء صوت الشرف.
فلنمنح روسيا ،يا رفاق،
أرواحنا كاملة بلا نقصان.

أيها الصديق المخلص:

السماء الساهرة تبشر بفجر المعجزة
لسوف تنهض روسيا من نومها الطويل،
وفيما تحطم الطغيان،نافدة الصبر،
ستحفر اسماءنا على أنقاضه!ـ"