Alexander Pushkin

In Vain I've Thought to Hide

In vain I’ve thought to hide, O, my enchanting friend, The roughly cheated heart’s indifferent agitation. You’ve understood me well – it’s passing by – my passion, My love is coming to its end ... And they’re forever lost – the hours of exultation, The blessed time’s changed by one, the hard, Extinguished all youthful intentions, And hope died in my heart. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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