Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Seems Vaguely Appropriate

To My Friends

The chain of golden days and nights
Is still your heritage from Deity,
And, still, the languid maidens’ eyes
Are turned to you as well intently.
So, play and sing, friends of my years!
Lose very quickly passing evening,
And, at your heedless joy and singing,
I will be smiling through my tears.
-Aleksandr Pushkin

The Russians are crazy about this guy.

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