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Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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(1799-1837)
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"I loved you..."
I loved you, and I probably still do,
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"O sing, fair lady, when with me..."
O sing, fair lady, when with me...
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"The wondrous moment of our meeting..."
The wondrous moment of our meeting...
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An Elegy
The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter
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An Invocation
O if it's true that in the night,
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Confession (to Alina Osipova, 1826)
I love you - though it makes me beat,
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Devils
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover;
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The Drowned Man
Children running into izba,
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The Flower
A flower - shrivelled, bare of fragrance,
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The Water-Nymph
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar
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To Gnedich
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights,
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