Alexander Pushkin Hats
Description: A Little Bird by Alexander Pushkin: In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring. I'm now free for consolation, And thankful to almighty Lord: At least, to one of his creations I've given freedom in this world!
Description: Alexander Pushkin quote: I was born for the peaceful life, for rural quiet: the lyre's voice in the wild is more resounding, creative dreams are more alive. To harmless leisures consecrated, I wander by a wasteful lake and far niente is my rule. By every morn I am awakened unto sweet mollitude and freedom; little I read, a lot I sleep, fugitive fame do not pursue. Was it not thus in former years, that I spent in inaction, in the shade, my happiest days?
Description: I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin: I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.
Description: I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin: I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.
Description: Alexander Pushkin quote: I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty heart to dust. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.
Description: Alexander Pushkin quote: Я пережил свои желанья, Я разлюбил свои мечты; Остались мне одни страданья, Плоды сердечной пустоты. Под бурями судьбы жестокой Увял цветущий мой венец — Живу печальный, одинокой, И жду: придёт ли мой конец? Так, поздним хладом поражённый, Как бури слышен зимний свист, Один — на ветке обнаженной Трепещет запоздалый лист!..
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
Description: I want to live to think and to suffer. This hauntingly beautiful mixed-media collage pays tribute to Alexander Pushkin — the father of modern Russian literature, the greatest poet in the Russian language, and a soul so luminous and so dangerous that the tsar's secret police monitored his every word. His elegant classical portrait — painted with the refinement of the early 19th century — is tenderly overlaid with torn fragments of Cyrillic newsprint and dense literary text, as if his own words have wrapped themselves around him like a second skin. A bold vertical strip of newspaper bearing his name in stark modern type cuts through the composition, while raw strokes of crimson red slash across his cheek — passion, poetry, and the duel
