A.Pushkin, In A Trouble... - Translation (Rus) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
A.Pushkin, In A Trouble... - Translation (Rus)
In a trouble motley and unuseful
Of the high society and court
I've kept the cold eye, the pure
And modest heart, the freedom
Of mind, the fire of a truth so noble,
And I was as a child kind;
I've smiled at a crowd foolish,
I've judged it fairly by sense,
And I've written jokes malicious
On clean white paper with black pen.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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