M.Lermontov, A Beggar - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
A beggar stood before the gates
Of Saint Cathedral, asking dole.
His body thin of hunger state
And sufferings - such poor role!
The only bread for pity's sake
He looked for, eyes complete with shout.
But joker a stone placed
In hand which he was holding out.
So I had craved for shared love
With you, and heart was crying.
But feelings best were left apart,
Forever lost by your betrayal.
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