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...)
«The visions of Pavlovsk abound, / Lifeless water and meadows that spread / Through its shady and languishing grounds, / Which I’m certain to never forget. Past the cast-iron gates opened wide, / With a blissful shiver caressed, / One’s not living, — one raves in delight, / Or if l...»
«In drowsiness, once more astounded, / Our starry heaven I behold — / The city of the purest fountains, / Bakhchisarai of shinning gold. There, past the fence, and down below, / Along the water, we recalled / The fields of Tsarskoye Selo, / As we sat, blissfully enthralled, There we d...»
«The immortelle is dry and rosy. Overhead, / The clouds seem misshapen in the sky. / The leafage of the only oak nearby / Is colorless and thin still as of yet. The midnight hour’s lit with sunset’s embers. / How great I feel inside my narrow cell! / Today, the birds converse with me a...»
«I concealed all my worry inside me, / And gazed casually, calm and composed. / She sat down, like a porcelain idol, / In a long predetermined pose. It’s my daily routine to be merry / But attentiveness takes all my might… / Or did indolence now overwhelm me / After so many scented M...»