English poem
[In Vain, Dear Friend.]
by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin (1799–1837)
III. 221.
In vain, dear friend, to conceal I tried The turmoil cold of my grieving soul; Now me thou knowest; goes by the intoxication. And no longer thee I love.... Vanished for aye the bewitching hours, The beautiful time has passed, Youthful desires extinguished are And lifeless hope is in my heart....