By Michail Lermontov
To...
Please don't attract me with your beauty,
My spirit's gone and grown old.
Oh! So much years when one look deeply
Into my mind stayed as the record.
I had forgotten all the world
For this one moment memorable,
But to this day as beggar, orphan
I wander set apart, alone.
As traveller in darkness in night land,
When seeing far the fire straying,
I'm running to it... catching it with hand...
But - precipice is under foot betraying! ..
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