Евгений Онегин Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Евгений Онегин

Time has passed
-years went by

Much has changed
-lot is there that have done

I know not
-she also…
-sure…
-has done…

She
-whose name
-and her face
-I forgot

Was one who
-visited restaurant
-sat and ate
-most, alone…
-in times not
-came with guests…

Manager I was and
-visited clients
-sat and talked
-at tables

My photos are witness.

At the end
-her lips, mine
-hugged and felt
-warmth, softness
-of kisses
-we exchanged

And she came
-repeated
-times again…
-times and times

Devil me
-…and her name?

How can I?
-am ashamed

I forgot…

And her face?
-on me, shame …
-can't recall! ! !

But she was
-will remain
-in my mind
-in words, heart
-when Pushkin
-comes, visits…

She was gate
-thanks to her
-bought and read
-Евгений Онегин

That is how
-she told me
-her love was
-toward me

And with it
-she hit birds

One stone
-two at once

Love for me
-and her life
-her husband

Opera is played
-in the Red Square
-it goes on; I observe
-and my mind disobeys
-marches wide and in length
-mixes art with love and literature
-Pushkin and Tchaikovsky
-and death of Dmitri Hvorostovsky
-singing with Anna Netrebko.