I to you write – that pains? What can I tell still? Now, I know, in your will Contempt to punish me. But you, to my unfortunate share Though a drop of pity storing, You won't leave me. At first I wanted to be silent; Believe: my shame You wouldn't learn never, When I would have hope Though it is rare, though in a week of times In our village to see you, Only to hear your speeches, To you to say the word, and then All to think, think of one And day and night to a new meeting. But, speak, you is unsociable; In a solitude, in the village everything is boring for you, And we… anything we don't shine, Though to you also we are glad ingenuously.Why you visited us? In a solitude of the forgotten settlement I never would know you, Wouldn't know bitter torture. Souls inexperienced excitements Having restrained over time (as the nobility?) On heart I would find the friend, There would be a faithful wife And virtuous mother. Another! . No, to anybody on light I wouldn't give heart! That in vyshny is fated council… That will of the sky: I yours; All life washing I was pledge Appointments true with you; I know, you are sent me by god, To a coffin you are a keeper mine… You in dreams to me were, Hidden, you were lovely to me, Your wonderful look me wearied, In soul your voice was distributed Long ago… no, it was not the dream! You slightly entered, I in a moment learned, All was stupefied, flared And in thoughts I said: here it! Not truth? I heard you: You spoke with me in calm, When I poor helped Or by a prayer I charmed Melancholy of excited soul? And during this instant Whether you, lovely image, In transparent darkness I flashed, Priniknul silently to a headboard? Not you, with a joy and love, Hope words to me whispered? Who you are, whether my angel the keeper, Or artful tempter: My doubts resolve. Perhaps, this all empty, Deception of inexperienced soul! Also other is fated absolutely… But well! Destiny I wash From now on I hand over to you, Before you tears I pour, Your protection I beg… Imagine: I here one, Anybody doesn't understand me, My mind is exhausted, And silently I have to perish. I'm waiting for you: uniform look Hopes of heart recover, Or dream heavy перерви, Alas, the deserved reproach! I finish! It is terrible to count… Shame and fear I fade… But me bail your honor, And safely to it myself I entrust…
