Alexander Pushkin

I'm Left Alone At

I'm left alone at my ends, The feasts, the mistresses, the friends Had vanished with the slim illusions - My youth had faded right away With all its gifts of false allusions. Like this, the candles, that through night Were burning for young feasters' sight, In ending of the mad profusion, Are paling in the light of day. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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