To...
by Alexander Pushkin
No, no, I dare not, might not, can not
Be such inspired crazily by love;
I'm keeping calmness strictly in interior
And quieten from fire foolish heart;
No, that's the least of love this day;
But suddenly I have a fickle dreaming,
When once a creature, young celestial,
Crosses without mind my vision:
Will pass by and away? .. Why can't I take
A pleasure looking on a maiden
In state of sad voluptuosness,
Following her with eyes and bless
For joy and happiness in further life,
The light and unconcerned with troubles soul,
All - even happiness to that guy,
Who will name her a spouse though...
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