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My Demon
by Mikhail Lermontov


Collecting evil is his passion.
Rushing around in smoky shadows,
The fatal storms – that's what he loves,
Rough rivers, roaring groves.

Amid a withered, fallen leaves,
His frozen throne stands;
Surrounded by a speechless winds
He seats, dull and sullen.

Distrust in souls he flames.
Despised pure love.
Rejects all prayers,
Looking lazily at the blood.

And music of higher emotions
Is crushed by his voice of rage.
And the muse of quiet inspirations
Fears to face his hellish gaze.

Перевод: http://stihi.ru/2025/10/07/3821


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