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”.