Oksana Evteeva Nastya Neopryatnaya

 Pushkin was born May 26 (June 6) 1799 in Moscow.

 Pushkin published his first poem at the age of fifteen.

 In 1820 he published his first long poem, Ruslan and Lyudmila.

 Pushkin's married lover, Anna Petrovna Kern, for whom he probably wrote the most famous love poem in the Russian language.

 He stayed in Chişinău until 1823 and wrote two Romantic poems which brought him wide acclaim; The Captive of the Caucasus and The Fountain of Bakhchisaray.

 In 1823 Pushkin moved to Odessa, where he again clashed with the government, which sent him into exile on his mother's rural estate of Mikhailovskoe  In Mikhailovskoe, Pushkin wrote nostalgic love poems which had been dedicated to Elizaveta Vorontsova, wife of Malorossia's General-Governor.

• 1829 he travelled through the Caucasus to Erzurum to visit friends fighting in the Russian army during Russo Turkish War.

 Around 1828, Pushkin met Natalya Goncharova, then 16 years old and one of the most talked-about beauties of Moscow.

 After much hesitation, Natalya accepted a proposal of marriage from Pushkin in April 1830.

 They officially became engaged on 6 May 1830, and sent out wedding invitations. Due to an outbreak of cholera and other circumstances, the wedding was delayed for a year. The ceremony took place on 18 February 1831 (Old Style) in the Great Ascension Church on Bolshaya Nikitskaya Street in Moscow.

 By 1837, Pushkin was falling into greater and greater debt and faced scandalous rumors that his wife had embarked on a love affair. In response, the poet challenged Natalya's alleged lover, her brother in-law Georges d'Anthès, to a duel which left both men injured. Shot through the spleen, Pushkin died two days later.

 Pushkin had four children from his marriage to Natalya: Maria, Alexander, Gregory and Natalya.

I loved you, and that love, to die refusing, May still - who knows! - be smouldering in my breast Pray be not pained - believe me, of my choosing I'd never have you troubled or distressed.

I loved you mutely, hopelessly and truly, With shy yet fervent tenderness aglow; Mine was a jealous passion and unruly...

May God grant that another'll love you so!