Before he died he asked his wife
for berries from the cloudy north,
reminding him that all his life,
yes, everything that gave it worth,
came from that region, but his blood
was also African, not cool,
nor politically-correct, then, but
perhaps it caused the man to duel
so he like his Onegin died,
aroused by passion from the south
that thawed the northern blood inside
the heart whose impulse stopped his mouth.
A day before he died, Pushkin asked his wife, jealousy for him led to the due that caused his death, for cloudberries from the north of Russia, reminding him of his the region where he was born. Pushkin's grandmother was from Africa.
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