Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I
VE
OU - I love you, e'en as
Rage at myself for this obsession,

I watch Inesilla  Thy window beneath,
Deep slumbers the villa  In night's dusky sheath
Enamoured I linger,  Close mantled, for thee--With sword and with guitar,  O look once on me
Art sleeping

What's friendship
The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,

I saw the Death, and she was
By quiet entrance at my own home,
I saw the doors were opened in my tomb,
And there, and there my hope was a-flittingI'll die, and traces of my

In my youth's years, she loved me,
I am sure
The flute of seven pipes she gave in my
And harked to me with smile — without speed,

I loved you:  yet the love, maybe,
Has not extinguished in my heart;
But hence may not it trouble thee;
I do not want to make you sad

Gift haphazard, unavailing,
Life, why were thou given me
Why art thou to death
Sentenced by dark destiny