Pushkin Alexander Sergeevich

  "I remember a wonderful instant"


I remember a wonderful instant:
There were you to me,
As passing vision,
As genius of clean beauty.

In suffering of sadness hopeless
In the alarms of noisy fuss,
Voice tender sounded to me long
And nice lines dreamed.

Years went. Storms порыв mutinous
Dispersed former dreams,
And I forgot your voice tender,
Your celestial lines.

In a wild, in darkness of incarceration
Days stretched quietly my
Without a deity, without inspiration,
Tearless, without life, loveless.

Awakening came the soul:
And again there were you,
As passing vision,
As genius of clean beauty.