I Want To Understand You, I Study

I Want To Understand You, I Study Your Obscure Language.

Cabbage Soup And Barley. They're Russia's National Food. Both Excellent In Their Way, But A Shade Monotonous.

I Do Not Like Moscow Life. You Live Here Not As You Want To Live, But As Old Women Want You To.

Moral Maxims Are Surprisingly Useful On Occasions When We Can Invent Little Else To Justify Our Actions.

Sad That Our Finest Aspiration, Our Freshest Dreams And Meditations, In Swift Succession Should Decay, Like Autumn Leaves That Rot Away.