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In The Course Of Reading He [alexander Pushkin] Became More And More Melancholy And Finally Became Completely Gloomy. When The Reading Was Over He Uttered In A Voice Full Of Sorrow: "goodness, How Sad Is Our Russia!"

But Youth Has A Future. The Closer He Came To Graduation, The More His Heart Beat. He Said To Himself: “this Is Still Not Life, This Is Only The Preparation For Life.

There Are People Who Exist In This World Not Like Entities But Like The Speckles Or Spots On Something.

In The End Dreams Became His Life, And His Whole Life Thereafter Took A Strange Turn: One Might Say He Slept While Waking And Watched While Asleep.

Keep Not Money, But Keep Good People's Company.