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Слушать(AI)I Loved Thee
I loved thee; and perchance until this
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire!
Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
Nothing shall rouse again the old desire!
I loved thee with a silent desperation--Now timid, now with jealousy brought low,
I loved devoutly,--with such deep devotion--Ah may God grant another love thee so!
Another Translation:
I loved you once: perhaps that love has
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
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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