'I have come to take your place, sister, At the high fire in the forest's heart.
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A widow in black -- the crying fall Covers all hearts with a depressing cloud...
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Along the hard crust of deep snows, To the secret, white house of yours,
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And Pushkin's exile had begun right here, And Lermontov's expulsion had been "canceled."
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And you, my friends who have been called away, I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,
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As a white stone in the well's cool deepness, There lays in me one wonderful remembrance.
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I don't like flowers - they do remind me often Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
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I was born in the right time, in whole, Only this time is one that is blessed,
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If the moon on the skies does not roam, But cools, like a seal above,
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In human closeness there is a secret edge, Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
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Let somebody else rest by southern sea, Enjoying the paradise land,
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My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy… "Why are you so pale and upset?"
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Now no-one will be listening to songs. The days long prophesied have come to pass.
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One goes in straightforward ways, One in a circle roams:
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So again we triumph! Again we do not come!
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The pillow hot On both sides,
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There are the words that couldn’t be twice said, He, who said once, spent out all his senses.
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To fall ill as one should, deliriously Hot, meet everyone again,
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You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps, The final turn is that.
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You, who was born for poetry’s creation, Do not repeat the sayings of the ancients.
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I think, the king was fierce, though young, When he proclaimed, "You’ll level Thebes with ground."
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And as it's going often at love's breaking, The ghost of first days came again to us,
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But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
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Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.
I
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Although this land is not my own,
I will remember its inland sea
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Glory to you, inescapable pain! The gray-eyed king died yesterday.
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Do you hear the soft rustle
beside your table?
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He did love three things in this world: Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,
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Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense.
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Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun,
And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal,
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