Modern Poetry
simulate
模拟
Pushkin
Qiu Qin translation
I see death; here,
The threshold in silence beside me.
I saw the cemetery; tomb wide open,
I want to fly there, fly there ... ...
I will die - who would not find
My youth, vague footprint,
The last glimpse of my eyes
Farewell, bleak world, where, for me,
Here, I loved, but were denied the right to love!
You, Oh morning - hours of inspiration,
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