It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.

“Чем меньше женщину мы любим,Тем легче нравимся мы ей,И тем ее вернее губимСредь…”

“Напрасно ждал Наполеон,Последним счастьем упоенный,Москвы коленопреклоненнойС к…”

“Fickle as water, our life is as dreamlike as smoke - at our expense, fate's pri…”

“But even friendship like our heroes'Exist no more; for we've outgrownAll sentim…”