"Ah genclik! Genclik! Pervasizca, umursamadan gidiyorsun kendi yolunda -dunyanin butun hazineleri seninmis gibi; keder bile seni mutlandiriyor, aci bile alnina cok guzel oturuyor. Ozguvenli ve kustahsin ve 'Sadece ben canliyim, bakin!' diyorsun. Kendi gunlerin hizla ucup, hicbir iz birakmadan yok olur ve icindeki her sey gunesin altinda eriyip giderken bile balmumu gibi... kar gibi... ve belki de senin sihrinin butun sirri istedigin her seyi yapabilme gucunde degil, yapmayacagin hicbir sey olmadigini dusunme gucunde gizli. Ruzgarlara sactigin bu, herhangi bir baska amac icin asla kullanamayacagim hediyeler. Herbirimiz, hediyeler konusunda cok savurgan olduguna inanmisiz - soyle haykirmaya hakki olduguna: 'Ah! neler yapamadim, keske zamanimi bosa harcamasaydim.' " Ivan Turgenyev, Ilk Ask
“O youth! Youth! you go your way heedless, uncaring – as if you owned all the treasures of the world; even grief elates you, even sorrow sits well upon your brow. You are self-confident and insolent and you say, 'I alone am alive – behold!' even while your own days fly past and vanish without trace and without number, and everything within you melts away like wax in the sun .. like snow .. and perhaps the whole secret of your enchantment lies not, indeed, in your power to do whatever you may will, but in your power to think that there is nothing you will not do: it is this that you scatter to the winds – gifts which you could never have used to any other purpose. Each of us feels most deeply convinced that he has been too prodigal of his gifts – that he has a right to cry, 'Oh, what could I not have done, if only I had not wasted my time.' ”


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