For Natalia 1813
[Russian] Pushkin
Why do I not dare to state it?
Margo is most to my liking.
Well, even I know well,
What a bird Cupid is;
This passionate feeling of indulgence,
I must confess - I'm in hot love too!
Happy days have flown;
This before, not knowing the burden of love,
I only lived and sang,
Whether in the theater, or in the ballroom,
At the play or the ball,
I only flew like the light wind;
And, in mockery of Eros,
I had portrayed the lovely opposite sex
ludicrously,
but was it not in vain, O mockery?
I too have fallen in love at last,
Even I, alas, am madly in love.
Sneer, freedom, - all left behind,
Ketu? I have retired,
And now I am - Seladon!
At the sight of Natalia's showy beauty
Race to serve Talia's beauty,
Cupid's base shot into my heart!
So, Natalia, I confess,
My heart is full of you,
For the first time, let me shyly say,
The beauty of a woman charms my soul.
All day long, no matter how it wore away,
You were always occupying my heart;
The night came down, - and only you
I saw in the land of illusory dreams;
I saw, as if dressed in cloudy garments,
Lovely one was with me;
Her timid and sweet breath,
The trembling of that white breast,
White as snow,
And eyes half-open, half-closed,
The ghostly, unpalatable stillness of the night-
Ah, how thrilling it all is! ......
As if I were talking to her alone,
I saw ...... the pure lily,
Can't help trembling, distressed, silent ...... < /p>
I woke ...... only a darkness
Crowded together in front of my lonely bed!
I sigh y:
The weary dark-eyed dream,
alas, has spread its wings and flown away.
My passion burns more fiercely,
and with every moment that passes, tormented love
makes me weaker.
My mind was always striving for something,
but what was the use? No man has ever
been willing to make his will clear to a woman.
Instead, they cover it up one way or another.
As for me - I want to make my heart clear.
All things that lovers will
Not even to themselves;
This quirk amazes me!
But I would have wrapped my coat,
and tilted my tightly-bound bonnet,
and, while it was dark, like Philemon
rubbed Aniuda's soft hand,
and, on the one hand, illustrated the bitterness of love,
and, on the other hand, made her my own!
I wish: that you were like Nazola,
who kept me in her warm gaze,
or that I were like the white-haired Oberkorn, loved by the small Rogina
the old man forsaken by Fate
with his wig and wide cloak,
who caressed the soft white breasts of the snowy woman,
with his reckless, fiery hands
with his hot hands
with his hot, hot hands
with his hot, hot hands
who caressed the soft, soft breasts of the snowy woman. Snow-white, soft breasts caressing ......
I desire ...... but a sea separates us,
and I will not walk on the sea,
although I love you madly,
and since we cannot meet together,
What is the use of all my wishing?
And yet, Natalia! You do not yet know
who is your gentle Seladon,
you do not understand why even
I dare not harbor even a glimmer of hope,
O Natalia, and I have to explain:
I am not a harem-owner,
Not a Turk, or a Negro slave.
It would be wrong to guess that I am a Chinese man who knows his manners
or an American sang-fan.
Don't think I'm a Kraut, too,
with a beer mug in my hand and a pointy hat on my head,
with a rolled-up cigarette in my hand.
Don't think I'm a Hussar
With a long sword in my hand, and a steel helmet on my head,
I don't love the clamor of war,
I can't weigh a sword and an axe in my hand just because Adam sinned,
I can't weigh a sword and an axe in my hand just because Adam sinned.
"Then who art thou, rambling lover
Look, behold the lofty walls of the courtyard,
which float down the eternal shadows of the silent bottom,
see the locked doors and windows,
in which only the ghostly lamps shine ......
O Natalia, I ...... am an ascetic!