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“The wondrous moment of our meeting …” by Alexander Pushkin 🇷🇺 (6 Jun 1799 – 10 Feb 1837)
Translated from the Russian by Genia Gurarie
The wondrous moment of our meeting …
Still I remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty’s angel pure and clear.
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In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.
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Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.
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My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet—
Dull fence around, dark vault above—
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.
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Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty’s angel pure and clear.
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In ecstasy my heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.