By Alexey Apukhtin
I'm not pity for that so undear
I was to you, not worthy for your love!
I'm not pity, that we are not now living
At one place, thus the hotter I do strive.
I'm not pity that humiliation
Was infused all by me, by me was drunken.
That my curses, as well as all my prayings,
All my tears you met with the cold glances.
I'm not pity for that the ardent fire
Inflamed my blood, my heart was hardly teasing!
But I'm pity, that I lived without love
And more - that I did love a little!
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In russian and translation into french
by Marina Severina
http: //www.stihi.ru/2013/03/23/2406
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem