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“The Black Shawl” by Alexander Pushkin 🇷🇺 (6 Jun 1799 – 10 Feb 1837)
Translated from the Russian by Ivan Panin
I gaze demented on the black shawl
And my cold soul is torn by grief.
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When young I was and full of trust
I passionately loved a young Greek girl.
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The charming maid she fondled me
But soon I lived the black day to see.
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Once as were gathered my jolly guests
A detested Jew knocked at my door.
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Thou art feasting (he whispered) with friends
But betrayed thou art by thy Greek maid.
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Moneys I gave him and curses
And called my servant the faithful.
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We went: I flew on the wings of my steed;
And tender mercy was silent in me.
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Her threshold no sooner I espied
Dark grew my eyes and my strength departed.
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The distant chamber I enter alone
An Armenian embraces my faithless maid.
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Darkness around me; flashed the dagger;
To interrupt his kiss the wretch had no time.
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And long I trampled the headless corpse—
And silent and pale at the maid I stared.
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I remember her prayers her flowing blood
But perished the girl and with her my love.
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The shawl I took from the head now dead
And wiped in silence the bleeding steel.
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When came the darkness of eve my serf
Threw their bodies into the Danube’s billows—
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Since then I kiss no charming eyes
Since then I know no cheerful days.
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I gaze demented on the black shawl
And my cold soul is torn by grief.