Status Updates From Eugene Onegin An immortal n...

"I'll just remark, my verses talk
as much of banquets and the cork
and eatables beyond all classing
as yours did. Homer, godlike lord,
Whom thirty centuries have adored!"

As unreflecting and unfading
As life's young pulse that never halts,…

"Allurement's phial that I adored,
Drunk with the wine of love you poured!"

"But pity him who's all-foreseeing—
His is a head that never spins;
To him all words and acts are sins
On every level of their being:
By too much life his heart's been chilled;
His lust for life's been all but killed."

"Each has his own preoccupation,
Each has his favorite avocation:
One tilts arms at loons in the sky,
One finds charms in rhymes (that one's I),
One with a swatter horseflies squishes,
One gags the crowd with laws galore,
One laughs aloud while waging war,
One basks in bed with wistful wishes,
One is a connoisseur of wine:
And Good and Evil thus entwine."

"Yes, each and every friend and foe
(Between the two the line's quite hazy)
Attacked him, racked him, right and left.
We're none of us of foes bereft,
But Lord, protect us from our crazy
Cabal of friends! Yes, friends, let's cheer:
For duly you're remembered here!"

"Is this to be your lifelong plight,
By fate predestined, out of spite?"

"In all this world, what's more depressing
Than families where the suff'ring wife
is always—all alone—expressing
Despair about her married life?
And where her boring mate, despite her
Clear virtues, damns his fate?"

"…Love's a bore."

"Happy a hundredfold, whoever
can lean on faith, who can dismiss
cold reason, sleep in sensual welter
like a drunk traveler in a shelter,
or, sweeter, like a butterfly
in flowers of spring it's drinking dry;
but piteous he, the all-foreseeing,
the sober head, detesting each
human reaction, every speech
in the expression of its being,
whose heart experience has cooled
and saved from being charmed or fooled!"

"We each enjoy a special hobby,
each of us has his favorite lobby:
one sees a duck and aims his gun,
one raves in verse like me, and one
hunts cheeky flies, with swatter sweeping,
one leads the multitude in thought,
one finds in war amusing sport,
one wallows in delicious weeping;
the wine-addict adores the cup:
and good and bad are all mixed up."

"Where Love is, Satan likes to play."

"…Just let yourself be your whole care,
your loved one, honorable reader!
Deserving object: there can be
nothing more lovable than he."

"Whom then to credit? Whom to treasure?
On whom alone can we depend?
Who is there who will truly measure
his acts and words to suit our end?
Who'll sow no calumnies around us?
Whose fond attentions will astound us?
Who'll never fault our vices, or
whom shall we never find a bore?
Don't let a ghost be your bear-leader,
don't waste your efforts on the air.
Just let yourself be your whole care,
your loved one…"

Pushkin is a d o g and im not even mad about it. He has game.