Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

(6 June 1799 – 10 February 1837 / Moscow)

To My Friends - Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The chain of golden days and nights
Is still your heritage from Deity,
And, still, the languid maidens’ eyes
Are turned to you as well intently.
So, play and sing, friends of my years!
Lose very quickly passing evening,
And, at your heedless joy and singing,
I will be smiling through my tears.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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