by Michail Lermontov
I've created other world in mind
And other images have dropped into existence.
I tried together them with chain to tie,
To give them shape and also appearance,
But haven't named; and under sudden storm
The creatures fall to ruins all! ..
So before the idle mob
With balalaika is a singer sitting
In shadow of trees; he's easy from
Either of benefit or any self-interest! ..
He utters suddenly a sound loud,
Praying to maiden, nice by heart and beautiful, -
Then sound breaks the strings, and farther
You'll hear only beginning tune,
And never anybody sing the end or other! ..
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