My dear Felissochka! My most exquisite!
I give you «Minstrel» and all my dreams.
You are beloved by all thats delicate,
My sweet Felissa — My violin!
May to the crude one you be an egotist —
I care not: You are most loved by me!
My most talented! My sweet Felissochka!
My one sought after! My destiny!
The hate of sin here is love of marriage:
You like it when I say «bride» to you.
Symbol of Hestia! Little Hestochka!
In you again I will find my youth!
(надпись на «Менестреле»)
Моя Фелиссочка! Моя красавица!
Тебе, Любимая, мой «Менестрель».
Всему изыскному должна ты нравиться,
Моя Фелиссочка — моя свирель!
Пускай для грубого ты только «выскочка», —
Что мне до зтого: ты мне люба!
Моя Таланточка! Моя Фелиссочка!
Моя Исканная! Моя Судьба!
Тебе лишь сладко мне сказать: «Невесточка», —
Здесь браконенависть — браколюбовь…
О, символ Эстии, ребенок-Эсточка,
С тобою молодость познал я вновь!
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