Alexander Pushkin
- To Chaadaev, by Andrey Kneller
- To Chaadayev, by Babette Deutsch
«The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords, / The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter — / God saves all that — especially the words / Of love and pity, as His only way to utter. The harsh pulse pounds and the blood torrent whips, / The spade knocks even...»
«The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords, / The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter — / God saves all that — especially the words / Of love and pity, as His only way to utter. The harsh pulse pounds and the blood torrent whips, / The spade knocks evenl...»
«Paperin ja tulen, jyvän ja jauhinkiven, / tapparan terän ja katkaistun hiuksen — / kaiken varjelee Jumala; eritoten sanat / rakkauden ja anteeksiannon, kuin oman äänensä. Niissä tikittää repaleinen pulssi, kuuluu luiden rusahdus / ja ojalapio niissä kolahtaa; tasaisina ja kume...»
«I’ve set my folks on a vacation, / From friends I’ve drifted far apart, / And now the permanent dejection / Submerses nature and the heart. Inside this lodge, we’re left alone. / The woods are dreary and remote. / And sprouts of grass, like in the song, / Have overgrown each path ...»