And Boring And Sad Poem by Emil Sharafutdinov

From Lermontov

And boring and sad, and no one's there
When a minute of suffering comes
Desires! .. what's the use of desiring vainly forever? ..
While years pass by - all the best ones!

To love… but who, then? … for a while - it is not worth the pains,
Yet for eternity nobody can love.
Should you look into yourself? - of the past no vestige remains:
Every joy, every torment - it all has been nothing but fluff…

What passions? - after all sooner or later their pleasant disease
At the voice of reason shall pass;
And life, look around with a cold eye - it is
Such an empty and silly farce…