Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Alexander Pushkin was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era. Pushkin is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature.
|Born:|| ||June 6, 1799;|| ||Moscow, Russia|
|Died:|| ||February 10, 1837;|| ||Saint Petersburg, Russia|
My friend, it’s time!
The heart demands a break —
Day after day flies by, and every hour takes
A bit of being from us, while you and I
Make plans to live together — we may die.
There is no happiness, but there is peace of heart.
So many years I’ve dreamt about this part —
So many years, a tired slave, I planned my flight
Someplace where I will work to my delight.
“Смывание печальных строк…”
When, for the mortal one, is stilled the noisy day,
And, on the silent city’s buildings,
The easy shadow of night is softly laid,
And sleep – the prize for daily grindings,
Then in the silent air they painfully drag on –
My hours, sleepless ones and endless:
Bites of the remorse-snake, in my heart, stronger burn
In night’s unquestionable blankness.
My fancies boil. My mind, under a pine,
Is overfilled with meditations;
Remembrance silently, before sad eyes of mine,
Unrolls its scroll in lines’ successions.
And reading with despite the life, I had before,
I curse the world, and tremble, breathless,
And bitterly complain, and shed my tears sore,
But don’t wash out the lines of sadness.