Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Poems of Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
|63.||To My Friends||1/3/2003|
|65.||To The Don||3/31/2010|
|67.||Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky||3/31/2010|
|68.||Under The Blue Skies...||3/31/2010|
|69.||Upon The Hills Of Georgia||3/31/2010|
|70.||Why Feed The Early Signs Of Boredom?||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.