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To Kern

I still recall the wondrous

When you appeared before my eyes,

Just like a fleeting apparition,

Just like pure beauty's distillation.

When'er I languished in the throes of hopeless

Amid the troubles of life's vanity,

Your sweet voice lingered on in me,

Your dear face came to me in dreams.

Years passed.

The raging, gusty

Dispersed my former reveries,

And I forgot your tender voice,

Your features so divine.

In exile, in confinement's gloom,

My uneventful days wore on,

Bereft of awe and

Bereft of tears, of life, of love.

My soul awakened once again:

And once again you came to me,

Just like a fleeting

Just like pure beauty's distillation.

My heart again resounds in rapture,

Within it once again

Feelings of awe and inspiration,

Of life itself, of tears, and love.

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Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russ…

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