I know a rock in a highland's ravine,
On which only eagles might ever be seen,
But a black wooden cross o'er a precipice reigns,
It rots and it ages from tempests and rains.

And many years have gone without any hints,
From times when it was seen from faraway hills.
And its every arm is raised up to the sky,
As if catching clouds or going to fly.

Oh, if I were able to rise there and stay,
Then how I'd cry there and how I'd pray;
And then I would throw off real life's chains
And live as a brother of tempests and rains!

Mikhail Lermontov


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We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.

Mikhail Lermontov


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my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

Mikhail Lermontov


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Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.

Mikhail Lermontov


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Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

Mikhail Lermontov


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Disenchantment, like any other fashion, having started off among the elite had now been passed down to finish its days among the lower orders.

Mikhail Lermontov


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He turned away and offered his hand in parting. She didn't take it or say anything. But from where I was behind the door I could see her face through the crack. I pitied her to see how deathly pale that sweet little face had gone. Hearing no answer, Pechorin took a few steps towards the door. He was trembling, and I might say I think he was fit to do what he'd threatened as a joke. That's the sort of man he was, there was no knowing him.

Mikhail Lermontov


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If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.

Mikhail Lermontov


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An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

Mikhail Lermontov


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You too are an exile, I thought. You morn for the broad open steppes where you have room to spread your icy wings. Here you feel stifled and constricted, like an eagle that cries and beats against the bars of its iron cage.

Mikhail Lermontov


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