A wonderful moment I do remember:
You appeared just in front of me.
Like a fleeting vision you were tender.
A genius of beauty you seemed to be.
In languor of sadness lack of hope,
In the anxiety of a noisy fuss
Your voice was echoes heard on the slope.
Sweet features of yours were the dreams to pass.
Years went by. The gust of tempests
Dispersed my former waking dreams.
And I forgot your image (dearest),
Your heavenly features in sunbeams.
In darkness of incarceration
My days crawled calmly long enough
With no idol, inspiration,
Without tears, life or love.
At least my soul was awaken
And you appeared as before:
A fleeting vision hardly taken,
A genius of beauty waited for.
My heart is full of admiration.
It’s fluttering with every beat.
My idol, life, love, inspiration
And tears have revived for it.
A. Pushkin A wonderful moment...
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