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Justice is like a train that is nearly always late.
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Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful.
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No people are uninteresting.Their fate is like the chronicle of planets.Nothing in them is not particular,and planet is dissimilar from planet.
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In my blood there is no Jewish blood. In their callous rage, all anti-Semites must hate me now as a Jew. For that reason I am a true Russian.
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In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.
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Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.
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Over Babiy Yarthere are no memorials.The steep hillside like a rough inscription.I am frightened.Today I am as old as the Jewish race.
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No Jewish blood runs among my blood,but I am as bitterly and hardly hatedby every anti-semiteas if I were a Jew. By thisI am a Russian.
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Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
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Envy is an insult to oneself.
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I love sport because I love life, and sport is one of the basic joys of life.
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Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?
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И если умирает человек,с ним умирает первый его снег,и первый поцелуй, и первый бой...
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Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
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He who is conceived in a cage yearns for the cage.
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A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.
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Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin.
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Literature has to serve as a moral control of politics.
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So on and onwe walked without thinking of restpassing craters, passing fire,under the rocking sky of '41tottering crazy on its smoking columns.
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Give me a mystery – just a plain and simple one – a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery – just one!
Yevgeny Yevtushenko