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I must have had some high object in life, for I feel unbounded strength within me. But I never discovered it and was carried away by the allurements of empty, un-rewarding passions. I was tempered in their flames and came out cold and hard as steel, but I'd lost forever that fire of noble endeavour, that finest flower of life. How many time since then have I been an axe in the hands of fate? Like an engine of execution, I've descended on the heads of the condemned, often without malice, but always without pity. My love has brought no one happiness, for I've never sacrificed a thing for those I've loved. I've loved for myself, for my own pleasure, I've only tried to satisfy a strange inner need. I've fed on their feelings, love, joys and sufferings, and always wanted more. I'm like a starving man who falls asleep exhausted and sees rich food and sparkling wines before him. He rapturously falls on these phantom gifts of the imagination and feels better, but the moment he wakes up his dream disappears and he's left more hungry and desperate than before. Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time

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I

must

have

had

some

high

object

in

life



for

I

feel

unbounded

strength

within

me



But

I

never

discovered

it

and

was

carried

away

by

the

allurements

of

empty



un

rewarding

passions



I

was

tempered

in

their

flames

and

came

out

cold

and

hard

as

steel



but

I

d

lost

forever

that

fire

of

noble

endeavour



that

finest

flower

of

life



How

many

time

since

then

have

I

been

an

axe

in

the

hands

of

fate



Like

an

engine

of

execution



I

ve

descended

on

the

heads

of

the

condemned



often

without

malice



but

always

without

pity



My

love

has

brought

no

one

happiness



for

I

ve

never

sacrificed

a

thing

for

those

I

ve

loved



I

ve

loved

for

myself



for

my

own

pleasure



I

ve

only

tried

to

satisfy

a

strange

inner

need



I

ve

fed

on

their

feelings



love



joys

and

sufferings



and

always

wanted

more



I

m

like

a

starving

man

who

falls

asleep

exhausted

and

sees

rich

food

and

sparkling

wines

before

him



He

rapturously

falls

on

these

phantom

gifts

of

the

imagination

and

feels

better



but

the

moment

he

wakes

up

his

dream

disappears

and

he

s

left

more

hungry

and

desperate

than

before



Mikhail

Lermontov



A

Hero

of

Our

Time



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