Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems

41. The Coach Of Life 3/31/2010
42. The Coming Of Winter 3/31/2010
43. The Delibash 3/31/2010
44. The Dream 1/3/2003
45. The Drowned Man 12/31/2002
46. The Duel 3/31/2010
47. The Flower 1/2/2015
48. The High Road In Winter 3/31/2010
49. The Last Flower 3/31/2010
50. The Memorial 3/31/2010
51. The Name 1/3/2003
52. The Night 1/3/2003
53. The Poet 3/31/2010
54. The Prophet 1/3/2003
55. The Roussalka 3/31/2010
56. The Singer 1/3/2003
57. The Song Of The Kasak 3/31/2010
58. The Talisman 1/3/2003
59. The Upas Tree 1/3/2003
60. The Vision 3/31/2010
61. The Water-Nymph 11/22/2014
62. The Wish 1/3/2003
63. Thou And You 3/31/2010
64. Thoughts 3/31/2010
65. To ---- 1/21/2003
66. To Chadaev 3/31/2010
67. To Lily 3/31/2010
68. To My Friends 1/3/2003
69. To Natasha 3/31/2010
70. To The Don 3/31/2010
71. To... (Kern) 3/31/2010
72. Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky 3/31/2010
73. Under The Blue Skies... 3/31/2010
74. Upon The Hills Of Georgia 3/31/2010
75. Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom? 3/31/2010
76. Winter Evening 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I Loved You

I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.


Translated by Genia Gurarie, 11/10/95

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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.

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