A.Pushkin, The Burned Letter - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

A.Pushkin, The Burned Letter - Translation (Rus.)



The burned letter

By Alexander Pushkin


Farewell, my letter! Farewell: She said...
How long I hesitated! How long
My hand
Rejected burning all my pleasures
In one time! ..
But here's the moment! Let's love letters
Be fired.
I'm ready; nothing is accepted by
My soul.
And greedy flame is all the pages
Devouring...
A minute! .. Flashed! Flared - a smoke
Twisting,
And disappearing with my pray
Sencere.
And stamp of ring on sealing wax is lost
Forever.
Oh foresight! That's the end! The pages are
Curtailed;
On light dark ash the sacred features
Grow whiter...
My breast was clutched. The lovely ash,
Delightful
In former days, in cheerless fate,
Please, stay here
For centuries and on my chest,
In sadness...

1825

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