Alexander Sergejewitsch Puschkin
sagte
Tis time, my friend, ‘tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is takingFragments of being, while together you and IMake plans to live.
— Tis Time, My Friend, l. 1-5 (1834).











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