Alexander Pushkin

To E. N. Ushakova

When in the times – the old and good – Was met a ghost or apparition, Satan, for sure, was out-pushed By spell of simple composition: ’Amen, amen, break up!’ In our days, There’re not a lot of imps and different apparitions; Just Heavens know where they now lay their ways. But you my genius, kind or vicious, When I am seeing so close Your profile, and sweet eyes, and curls of pure gold, When hearing your gentle voice And speeches so lovely, bold – I’m charmed; I burn, and cannot pray, And shudder before my ghost-goddess, And to my heart, in fancies gorgeous – ‘Amen, amen, break up!’ – I say. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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