Оригинальный стих: М.Ю.Лермонтов
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At gates of holy convent
There was a beggar standing
Barely alive, and withered
He suffered from the hunger.
He only begged for bread,
His glance was living torment,
And someone put the stone
In his hand reached for help.
And same it was for me,
Who only begged your love
With bitter tears, with longing;
And so were my best feelings
Forever not accomplished!
Нищий, У врат обители святой - перевод на англ
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