-Pushkin
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you roll up blue waves in front of my eyes.
Shining with beautiful light.
Like a friend's melancholy complaint,
As if this were his farewell call,
I'm listening for the last time.
Your sad voice, your calling voice.
You are the desire in my heart!
I often walk along your coast,
A person wandering quietly and blankly,
And because of that secret wish!
How much I like your reply,
Love your melancholy voice, your deep voice,
The silence at dusk,
And that capricious passion!
The docile sails of fishermen,
Under your intentional protection,
Flying bravely between the waves;
But when you lose control,
A large group of ships will be destroyed.
I want to leave forever.
Your lonely and still coast,
Congratulations with a feeling of revelry,
Let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant,
But I didn't get what I wanted!
You wait, you call … and I am bound;
My inner struggle is completely futile;
I was fascinated by a strong passion,
Let me be on your shore ...
What's so pathetic? Where is it now?
Is it the carefree path I want to run to?
In your desert, there is something.
It once shook my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb. ...
There, immersed in a cold sleep,
Are some magnificent memories;
Napoleon died there.
There, he was buried in suffering.
After him, like the sound of a storm,
Another genius flew away from us,
He is another monarch in our mind.
The singer who cried for the god of freedom disappeared,
He left his laurel in the world.
Let's have a chaotic weather, let's stir it up;
Oh, the sea, is he once in song for you.
Your image is reflected in him,
He used your spirit to shape growth:
Just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep.
Like you, nothing can make him give in.
The world is empty, the sea,
Where are you taking me now?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Where there is happiness, there are people who protect it;
Maybe an enlightened saint, maybe a tyrannical king.
Oh, goodbye, sea!
I'll never forget your serious face,
I will be for a long time.
Listen to your rumbling at dusk.
My heart is full of you,
I'm going to take your cliff, your bay,
Your flash, your shadow, and the whispering waves,
Into the forest, into the silent desert.
If life cheats you.
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
You need to keep calm in blue days;
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart always yearns for the future,
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous,
Everything will pass,
A thing of the past,
Will become a kind of nostalgia.
I remember that wonderful moment,
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the noisy and illusory chaos,
Your gentle voice echoed in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many years have passed,
A violent change like a storm,
Dispel past dreams,
So I forgot your gentle voice,
And your fairy image.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My years passed quietly,
Without people who love you, without the soul of poetry,
No tears, no life, no love.
Now that consciousness has begun to awaken,
Then you appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
My heart is beating in ecstasy,
For it, everything woke up again,
With people who love each other, inspired by poetry,
With life, tears and love.
-Pushkin's To Kane.
Lonely and sad moon,
Why did you emerge from the clouds,
Through the window to my pillow.
Cast a light?
Your sad face
A fantasy that makes me sad,
And the useless sadness of love;
A reason for pride, an uncontrollable desire
It's stirring in my heart again.
Fly away, memories of the past,
Without love, please rest in peace!
There will never be a moonlit night like that again,
When you are fascinated by light
Through the dark forest
Pour the quiet light,
Slightly, vaguely
Reflect the beauty of my lover.
The pleasure of lust, what are you?
How can it be better than true love and happiness?
The inner beauty of happiness?
How can the joy that has passed away run back?
Time, the second minute.
Why did it disappear so quickly?
When the morning glow rises suddenly
Why does the bright night disappear?
Moon, why did you run away?
Sink into the clear blue sky?
Why does the morning light shine in the sky?
Why should I leave my lover?
-Pushkin's Moon
I once loved you: love, maybe.
Not completely dead in my opinion,
I hope it won't bother you again,
I don't want to upset you any more.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
I endured shyness and jealousy,
I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless you, another person will love you like me.
-Pushkin "I once loved you".
Spring, spring, the season of love,
How heavy your arrival is for me,
In my heart, in my blood,
What a miserable stranger,
All the revelry and all the spring.
Will only inject boredom and gloom into my heart.
Please give me a violent storm,
Long dark winter night!
-Pushkin's spring.
Have you ever heard of it in the dark Woods?
A singer is singing depression and love?
In the early morning, everything is quiet in the field.
The sound of the reed flute is single and sad,
Have you ever heard of it?
Have you ever met in a desolate and dark forest?
A singer is singing about love and depression?
Sometimes he smiles, sometimes he tears,
And those gentle eyes full of worries,
Have you ever met one?
Listening to the soft singing, have you ever sighed?
A singer is singing about love and depression?
When you see a young man in the forest,
Touch his blurred eyes,
Have you ever sighed?
-Pushkin is a singer
How stubborn our hearts are!
It's depressed again,
I begged you not long ago.
Deceive the love in my heart,
With sympathy, with false gentleness,
Inspire your wonderful eyes,
Playing tricks on my tame soul,
Inject poison and flame into it.
You agreed, so charm.
Fill your tired eyes like a clear spring;
You frown seriously and thoughtfully.
Your amazing heart-to-heart conversation,
Sometimes it is gently allowed,
Sometimes it's strictly forbidden for me,
It's all in my heart
It will inevitably leave traces.
-Pushkin How Stubborn Our Hearts Are.
Through the veil of mist
The moon gives off its light,
It shines sadly on the forest,
Shining on the desolate fields near the forest.
On the road of Tianke trunk line
Three hounds were running with sledges,
The bell jingled all the way,
It sounds boring and monotonous.
A long song sung by a coachman.
Can hear some kind of voice in the country;
Sometimes it's rough happiness,
Time is inner sadness.
I can't see the lights, and I can't see them.
Dark hut, only ice and snow, wasteland.
Only a mile is in sight.
Run towards me and then come back.
I feel bored and depressed. Tomorrow, Nina,
Tomorrow, I will sit by the fire.
Forget everything and just put
Dear people will never get tired of watching it.
We will wait for the passage of time.
After a rhythmic week,
When the annoying people are dispersed at midnight,
We wouldn't have broken up then.
I'm depressed, Nina: It's a long way.
My coachman was silent and sleepy,
Only the bell rang monotonously all the way,
Thick fog covered the moon's face.
-Pushkin's Winter Road
It's time to go, dear, it's time to go, my heart needs peace,
Day after day, every hour.
Take a part of life, both of us.
I intend to live, but you see, death is near.
There is no happiness in the world, but there is freedom and tranquility.
I've always dreamed of that enviable fate,
I, a tired slave, want to fly away,
Live in seclusion in the distance, rest in writing and happiness.
-Pushkin, it's time to go, honey.
Dreams that you can't get rid of.
How happy the people you choose at random are.
His eyes dominate you.
In front of him
You are in a trance about love without disguise.
However, silently
Jealously
How sad it is for people who listen to your confession.
The flame of love burns in his heart.
But hung his heavy head.
-Pushkin's "The Dream You Can't Get Away with"
Can't everything be kept?
Is everything over?
How many sad hearts we have opened to each other.
Nowadays, quarreling has replaced communication.
We know each other too well.
Even tired.
Or are we too strange to each other?
Even alienate
Broken love on the edge of the cliff
Collapsed because of unbearable footsteps.
Forget her.
Tears only wet our wings.
As long as you are broad-minded enough
Actually, you can fly at any time.
Even if this heart has fallen deeply.
-Pushkin's The End of Love
Have I seen you, my dear friend?
Is this just a vague fantasy,
This is an unreal dream, a serious disease.
Stimulate my imagination by cheating?
At this gloomy moment of ominous disease,
It's you standing in front of my bed, gentle girl.
Clumsy and cute in military uniform?
Yes, I met you; I don't have God's sight.
See the familiar beauty through the uniform:
I whispered to my lover,
But in my mind, gloomy fantasies gathered again,
I look for you in the dark with my weak hands.
Suddenly, on my hot forehead,
I feel your tears, your kisses and your breath.
This immortal feeling! The fire of life,
Very excited to pass through my mind!
I'm boiling. I'm shaking.
You disappeared like a beautiful phantom!
Cruel friends! You make me suffer from intoxication;
Come on, let love destroy me!
In the silence of a wonderful night,
Come on, magic girl! Let me watch it again.
Your blue eyes under the majestic military cap,
See the cloak, see the Sam Browne belt,
See feet decorated with military boots.
Don't hesitate, come on, my beautiful soldier,
Come on, I'm waiting for you. The gods once again
Gave me a healthy gift,
Gave me sweet troubles,
This is the secret game of love and youth.
-Pushkin's "Rehabilitation"
It's over. We're no longer in touch.
I hugged your knee for the last time,
Say this heartbreaking sentence,
It's all over-I heard the answer.
I don't want to chase the person you love anymore,
I don't want to deceive myself any more;
Perhaps, the past will eventually be forgotten by me.
I will never fall in love again in my life.
You're young and naive,
There will still be many people who love you.
-Pushkin "Everything is over".
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad or melancholy;
Cloudy days need peace.
Believe it, that happy moment is coming.
My heart always looks to the future,
But now it is always sad;
Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass,
And the past will become a beautiful memory.
-Pushkin "If Life Deceives You".
Know the guest
I remember that magical moment:
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the busy life,
This gentle voice echoed in my ears for a long time.
Lovely faces emerge in dreams.
Time flies. A violent storm,
Blow away past fantasies,
I forgot your gentle voice,
And your fairy face.
Living in seclusion in the darkness of the prison,
My years are quietly continuing,
Without god, without inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.