Lydia Timoshenko (1903-1976) Eugene Onegin.
Лидия Тимошенко (1903–1976) Евгений Онегин.

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Lydia Timoshenko (1903-1976) Eugene Onegin.
Лидия Тимошенко (1903–1976) Евгений Онегин.
I want to ruin my life and send the bill to J.P. Morgan.
Can I put a label on it or is paper too dangereux?
I'll show you how to be a real man!
"Please fulfil my attachment-to-mother discomfort in isolation and settle this question conclusively. By the way, what are you drinking?"
Write a poem titled “Lost and Found.”
There was a club called “Lost and found,”
Where the young handsome boys gathered round.
We would dance and drink booze.
Once, one queen asked me, “Whose
Was the first bum that you gave a pound?”
When do you leave Scotland?
Now, why on earth would I ever leave Scotland?
Look up here: I'm in heaven.
Ebriaces fortuna iuvat ita da mihi vinum.
That’s the first line of Latin hexameter I’ve ever written and I feel like a badass for doing so.
Fortune favours the drunk with the comfort of Bacchus.
And with their sound for a moment return sounds from our life’s first poetry— like music at night, distant, fading away.
Revenire est dormire.
A quick translation of a fragment by Alcaeus before I finish off my bottle of booze and go to bed.
The raison d’être for Ancient Greece.
Oh, I say...
Least favorite thing about Scotland?
It’s by England.