Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin (6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)
Poems of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
|1.||A Little Bird||1/3/2003|
|2.||A Magic Moment I Remember||3/31/2010|
|4.||A Winter Evening||3/31/2010|
|8.||Bound for your distant home||1/21/2003|
|11.||Day's Rain Is Done||3/31/2010|
|13.||Don’t Ask Me Why||3/31/2010|
|16.||Goblins Of The Steppes||3/31/2010|
|17.||I love Thee||3/31/2010|
|18.||I Loved You||12/31/2002|
|20.||Impromtu On Ogareva||3/31/2010|
To My Friends
The chain of golden days and nights
Is still your heritage from Deity,
And, still, the languid maidens’ eyes
Are turned to you as well intently.
So, play and sing, friends of my years!
Lose very quickly passing evening,
And, at your heedless joy and singing,
I will be smiling through my tears.