A.Pushkin, Window - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Last time, when in the darkness moon
Was flowing along the hazy desert,
I saw the girl at window
Was sitting lonely and pensive.
Her breast was gasped with secret fear,
And she looked with excitement real
On gloomy path under the hills.

'I'm hear! ' - someone whispered hasty,
And girl with quivering pale hand
Has opened her window scarcely...
The moon is with the cloud covered.

'Oh, lucky! ' - I have said with sadness, -
'You'll see the only joy and gaiety.
When shall I have the same thing -
A window opened for me? '