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Alexander Pushkin - The Coach Of Life
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Although her load is sometimes heavy,
The coach moves at an easy pace;
The dashing driver, gray-haired time
Drives on, secure upon his box.
              
At dawn we gaily climb aboard her
We`re ready for a crazy ride,
And scorning laziness and languor,
We shout: "Get on, there! Don`t delay!`

But midday finds our courage wane,
We`re shaken now: and at this hour
Both hills and dales inspire dread.
We shout: "Hold on, drive slower, fool!"

The coach drives on just as before;
By eve we are used to it,
And doze as we attain our inn.
While Time just drives the horses on.
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