We invite you to get acquainted with the poem of Alexander Sergeevich PUSHKIN
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На холмах Грузии лежит ночная мгла; Шумит Арагва предо мною. Мне грустно и легко; печаль моя светла; Печаль моя полна тобою, Тобой, одной тобой... Унынья моего Ничто не мучит, не тревожит, И сердце вновь горит и любит - оттого, Что не любить оно не может. |
The hills of Georgia are veiled by twilight, Aragva river rushes boldly. I’m both serene and sad, my pensive sorrow’s bright, My sorrow is about you only, With you and you alone… The vein of my heartache Can be perturbed and moved by nothing. My heart is set ablaze and steeped in love in that Infallibly it can’t help loving. |
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I am always moved by what I read of Alexander Pushkin. His work inspires me to learn Russian as even after translation his prose shakes my senses to the core of feeling and emotion, and leaves me bewildered and lost searching for reason of how a man's passion, both defines his creative genius and most certain untimely death.
— Brian Fri, 9 Oct 2009