#alexander pushkin

[metamorphesque]

"I Loved You", Alexander Pushkin (translated by Antony Wood)

[rosepompadour]

The tender, dreamy girl - in books she seeks and finds her dreams.

— Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin (1833)

[solarrbbyy]

[apoemaday]

I Have Outlasted All Desire

by Alexander Pushkin tr. Babette Deutsch

I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleanings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb- I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter’s whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.

[readyforevolution]

[russianfolklore]

Viktor Britvin's illustration for "The tale of Tsar Saltan" in verse by Alexander Pushkin.

[illustration-alcove]

Alexander Pushkin’s Eugene Onegin illustrated by Anna and Elena Balbusso.

[katherinakaina]

I realized that I've never seen anyone mention it, so here you go.

Trammel, a place where Yulia lives, is called Невод, in Russian. Невод is a very specific outdated word for a fishing net. In most Russian speaking minds it is immediately associated with one and only place where we all have heard it.

Alexander Pushkin, 'The tale of the fisherman and the fish'.

A tale about catching a golden fish.

There's only one character in p1 who is very obviously golden. And lives in Stillwater.

[mournfulroses]

Alexander Pushkin, from a letter to Anna Petrovna Kern wr. c. December 1825

[boleynecklace]

period drama meme [3/4 literary adaptations]: Onegin (1999) dir. Martha Fiennes

[lillyli-74]

She craves romance, and sees herself the heroine of all the authors she admires.

~Alexander Pushkin

[rosepompadour]

‘I’m not unwell: I am in love...can't you tell?’ Tatyana Larina by Dmitry Belyukin (1998)

[enchanted-keys]

Marianela Nunez as Tatiana in “Onegin” (Royal Ballet 2015)

[lepetitdragonvert]

The Tale of Tsar Saltan by Alexander Pushkin

1966

Editions Fabbri

Artist : Benvenuti

[sinligh]

A siren, a female being made of liquid stars and all the unnecessary wars. A beauty that is overpowered by rejection an overdose of a vitamin…

Well, I’m begged for redemption only i lure to self destruction.

I sing about broken promises that lasts a lifetime and fears that grow as you do... grow viscously, and as big as the void an emotionally absent parent can leave behind in you.

I’m one year closer to my mid twenties It took me a life time to realize It’s not love that I’ve been starved from

It’s the comfort of feeling seen, without dressing myself up with all the glamorous words that I weighed myself down with since i was a child

forced to communicate; only to please. Now I sing, and it’s out of tune but I seduce and I ruin.

I was loved growing up, i felt so even when no one ever gave me a definition to what love really means.

Maybe they didn’t even know it was missing.

I felt indestructible so I kept stripping my love from misconceptions; only to be left with suffering

Now I know better. It’s either leaving or being left and both in a way are synonyms of love.

the residual of that love is almost nonexistent among the memories that resemble a never ending internal bleeding.

That being said, tragedies stands out more and i use them like bookmarks to my memories.

So i love; and i leave.

I cut into myself with my own teeth dissecting the pieces with my tongue knowing very well how much it will hurt me to taste something that i don’t recognize…

I spend most of my hours dwelling on all the parts of me that make me a duplication of my mother

hypocritically i pack them in the carry on bag that’s always open on my bedroom floor

So ready to leave; just like my father. he emptied more of me in his bags every weekend for business trips

Carving unintentional hollows and leaving them for my mother to fill.

I thought he was the one sacrificing himself, until I noticed that alot of my missing pieces are still under his bed.

Mama doesn’t like it when I point out where my father went wrong she loves him too much, and i .. i reflect that love; by leaving

I know they did their best molding me into a human that knows how to survive, but that’s all I know now.

I don’t understand affection, nor how to accept it in my body.

Not even when I crave it; i suspect it’s because I’m too full of myself and if I feel this way… why would I expect anyone to carve themselves out to fit me in ?

Anyway, I don’t know how to ask women for acceptance and men can’t stand me cause I don’t flatter them

Love sounds like a curse to me.

What if I loved for all the wrong reasons?

my body understands the mechanisms to create another life from love, but i don’t.

I fear that the taste of motherhood will resemble that of a defense mechanism.

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•Quotes: Alexander Pushkin/George Eliot/ Leo Tolstoy/ Chris Cleave/Clarice Lispector/ Anne Carson/ Kiki Nicole/ Richard Siken/ Lidia Yuknavitch/ Sylvia Plath/ Franz Kafka

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. A young beauty reclining on a bed By Enjolras Delphin. 2. Details of John William Godward's: Eurypyle (1921) 3. Details of John William Godward's: Eurypyle(1921) 4. Painting by Roberto Ferri (details). 5. The Table (1971-80) Antonio Lopez Garcia. 6. Painting by Alex Venezia. 7. Narzissin by Josef Fischnaller. 8. Painting by Valeria Duca. 9. Painting by Ricky Mujica.

[russianfolklore]

Boris Zvorykin's illustration for russian poem "Ruslan and Ludmila" by Alexander Pushkin.