Alexander Pushkin

The League of Ours Is

The league of ours is beautiful, my friends It’s indivisible and timeless as the soul -- Unchained, unshakable, and heedless, and a whole, It’s grown in the friendly muses’ hands. Let fate prepare for us the hardest roads, Let fortune play to us the golden strings -- We are the same: in worlds -- we're outlaws, And citizens -- in Village of the Kings. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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