I remember a wonderful moment:
Before me was you,
As a fleeting vision,
As a genius of pure beauty.
In the weariness of sadness is hopeless,
In troubles of noisy bustle,
A long, gentle voice sounded to me
And dreamed of cute features.
Years passed. A riot of rebellion
He scattered his old dreams,
And I forgot your tender voice,
Your heavenly features.
In the wilderness, in the darkness of the confinement
My days quietly dragged on
Without a deity, without inspiration,
Without tears, without life, without love.
Awakening has come to the soul:
And again you appeared,
As a fleeting vision,
As a genius of pure beauty.
And the heart beats in ecstasy,
And for him they resurrected again
And the deity, and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.
Addressed to AP Kern, the niece of PA Osinova; AS Pushkin met her in St. Petersburg in 1819; in the summer of 1825 she stayed at Trigorskoye.
1825
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