I remember a wondrous moment:
You appeared before me,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sorrow,
In the anxieties of noisy bustle,
Your gentle voice sounded to me for a long time,
And your dear features appeared in my dreams.
Years passed. The rebellious gust of storms
Scattered my former dreams,
And I forgot your gentle voice,
Your heavenly features.
In the wilderness, in the darkness of confinement,
My days quietly dragged on
Without a deity, without inspiration,
Without tears, without life, without love.
My soul awakened,
And once again you appeared:
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
And my heart beats in rapture,
And for it have risen again
Both deity and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.
A. S. Pushkin
You appeared before me,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sorrow,
In the anxieties of noisy bustle,
Your gentle voice sounded to me for a long time,
And your dear features appeared in my dreams.
Years passed. The rebellious gust of storms
Scattered my former dreams,
And I forgot your gentle voice,
Your heavenly features.
In the wilderness, in the darkness of confinement,
My days quietly dragged on
Without a deity, without inspiration,
Without tears, without life, without love.
My soul awakened,
And once again you appeared:
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
And my heart beats in rapture,
And for it have risen again
Both deity and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.
A. S. Pushkin