Alexander Pushkin
- To ***, by Genia Gurarie
(The wondrous moment of our meeting…) - To ***, by Andrey Kneller
(I still recall the wondrous moment...)
Alexander Puschkin (deutsch)
- An ***, Karolina Pawlowa (Jaenisch)
(Ein Augenblick ist mein gewesen...)
«I'm Hamlet. And my blood runs cold / When treachery is up to scheming; / My only love in the whole wide world. / Is in my heart, among the living. / / Ophelia, the cold of life / Has taken you away, my dear; / The prince of Demark , in a strife, / Hit with a blade, I am dying here...»
«He that hath the bride is the bridegroom: / but the friend of the bridegroom, / which standeth and heareth him, / rejoiceth greatly... / John, III, 29 I am a boy, I light a candle / And keep the incense burning on. / Beyond the river, in a huddle, / She"s laughing in a muffled tone....»
«The way it used to be, my soul is lighted / By the unfading glow of bygone days. / But early autumn, like a wistful haze, / Has blown a whiff, despairing and blighted. / Dark night. We"re going separate ways. / / The sound is distinct, the way it used to be, / And all my sins are in ...»
«My earthly heart gets cold and all, / But I sustain the shivers boldly. / I keep my love of people fondly, / Unanswered reverence, in my soul. / / But love is followed by discord / Which ripens into strong intention / To read oblivion or award / In men's and ladies reflection. / ...»