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Hace 2 días · LibriVox recording of Selection from Poems by Alexander Pushkin. (Translated by Ivan Panin.) Read in English by Alan Mapstone Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin is often called "the father of Russian literature". He was the first great poet to write in Russian rather than other European languages.
1 de may. de 2024 · While at the Lyceum he also began his first completed major work, the romantic poem Ruslan i Lyudmila (1820; Ruslan and Ludmila), written in the style of the narrative poems of Ludovico Ariosto and Voltaire but with an old Russian setting and making use of Russian folklore.
8 de may. de 2024 · Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin describes his feelings and deviation about lost love and how he will always love her even without being with her anymore. He shows respect and wishes for her to be loved by another the way he loved her.
Hace 4 días · Her passionate, introspective, and often unconventional poems explored themes of love, loss, art, and the human condition. Tsvetaeva’s literary breakthrough came in 1912 with the publication of her first poetry collection, Evening Album, which garnered critical acclaim for its emotional intensity, confessional tone, and exploration of female identity.
14 de may. de 2024 · Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature. Pushkin was born into Russian nobility in Moscow. His father, Sergey Lvovich Pushkin, belonged to Pushkin noble families.
10 de may. de 2024 · Made up a love so tender and so true. As may God grant you to be loved again. Translated by Genia Gurarie, 11/10/95. Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. Rate: (1) Poem topics: I love you, god, pain, tender, grant, remain, true, trouble, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme. Submit Spanish Translation.
13 de may. de 2024 · Don-t ask me why, alone in dismal thought, In times of mirth, I-m often filled with strife, And why my weary stare is so distraught, And why I don-t enjoy the dream of life; Don-t ask me why my happiness has perished, Why I don-t love the love that pleased me then, No longer can I call someone my cherished--Who once felt love will never love again; Who once felt bliss, no more will feel its ...
