Mikhail
LERMONTOV
Genius Russian poet
The emptiest man is he who is full of himself
Moscow is my homeland and it always remains as such. This is where I was born, suffered and was too happy. *
Ah Moscow, Moscow, the capital of our ancestors, the golden-crowned tsaritsa of Russia…
One thing encourages me: the thought that I will become an officer in a year! And then, oh my God! If you knew what life I’ll then lead! Ah, it’s going to be wonderful. First, pranks, mischief followed by poetry and champagne…
As soon as I noticed that my wonderful dreams were disappearing, I told myself that I should not daydream anymore; it would be much better to not have any dreams at all. I lived like an alcoholic who was trying to abstain…
There are very strange people who treat their friends like clothes: wear them until they are used up and then throw them away.
Offence is such a pill that not everyone can swallow quietly; some people chew on it first, making it even bitter.
It is sad to admit that even the purest love is full of vanity.
The emptiest man is he who is full of himself.
It is so pleasant to secretly laugh at what fools long for and what they are jealous about.
Moscow is my homeland and it always remain as such. This is where I was born, suffered and was too happy.
