Village

Alexander Pushkin. First paragraphs of poem “Village”

“Greetings, a deserted corner,

The shelter of tranquility, works and inspiration,

Where the days of my invisible flow pour

In the bosom of happiness and oblivion.

I’m yours: I traded a vicious courtyard for a circe,

Luxury feasts, fun, delusions

On the peaceful noise of the oaks, the silence of the fields,

For idleness free, a girlfriend’s thinking.

I’m yours: I love this dark garden

With its coolness and colors,

This meadow, filled with fragrant stacks,

Where the bright streams in the bushes rustle”.

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