The great storyteller Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, starting to write his poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila", most likely did not suspect that even small children would read its first lines about the magical "Lukomorye" with pleasure. “At the seaside, there is a green oak, a golden chain on that oak,” you read, and before your eyes there is an image of a majestic hundred-year-old oak with spreading branches bound by a chain. And a fabulous cat walks along them, and purrs his fairy tales, in which beloved children and adults participate. fairy-tale heroes- and Baba Yaga, and Koschey the Immortal, a sorcerer and a talking wolf, and other wonderful characters. And most importantly, the poem is saturated with love for the motherland and pride that the author, A. Pushkin, was born and lives in Rus'. Together with Pushkin, let's dive into the fabulous seaside!

A.S. Pushkin

Green oak by the seaside

From the poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila"

Near the seaside there is a green oak;
Golden chain on an oak tree:
And day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
Goes to the right - the song starts,
Left - tells a fairy tale.
There are miracles: the goblin roams there,
The mermaid sits on the branches;
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
Hut there on chicken legs
Stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and valleys of visions are full;
There, at dawn, waves will come
On the sandy and empty shore,
And thirty beautiful knights
A series of clear waters emerge,
And with them their uncle is sea;
There is a queen in passing
Captivates the formidable king;
There in the clouds before the people
Through the forests, through the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,
And the brown wolf faithfully serves her;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
It goes, wanders by itself,
There, King Kashchei languishes over gold;
There is a Russian spirit ... there it smells of Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
Sitting under it, and the cat is a scientist
He told me his stories.

Said:

At Lukomorye there is a green oak A golden chain on an oak that...

Green oak near Lukomorye
Golden chain on an oak tree
The cat is fat and sleek
Yelling heart-rendingly about his own.

He just needs some fun
Seduce the red girl
He walked left or right
Ile across, but to fornicate everything,

And although our cat suffered from gluttony,
Puzen size 56,
I admire his agility
And I'll give you one example..

The mermaid is warmed by foam,
Although a decent b ^ $ d,
sunbathe half-naked
Gathered under this oak.

Koshak seeing this miracle
Almost fell out of the hole
And, taking a can of beer,
I forgot all my business.

He bred her honorably,
poured without interruption,
When she got drunk
Kotyara blew it for the third time.

Filled with elastic body
And, having finished his booze,
Gently slapping the girl on the pope,
I climbed into my hollow to snore.

Crimson rays of light,
The wave covered the quiet shore,
Then rolled back
Leaving 30 people.

All, as one, in an arc drunk,
They dragged the uncle in their arms
And dashing fighters spotted,
Mermaid sleeping in the bushes.

Bogatyrs, throwing off armor,
And wiping mucus from the scales,
Five minutes of love per brother
Having lifted her tail, they broke away.

And the queen in passing,
Then a sorcerer with a hero,
Then Kashchei with some rabble
And a brown wolf with forest animals.

In short, they abused in chorus,
Caught in a helpless moment
And only with uncle Chernomor
It didn't work out... that old chr#n was sleeping.

The moral is simple, judge for yourself
Know how to drink in moderation!
And be careful with cats
If you want to save honor! ...

"At the seaside, the oak is green;
Golden chain on an oak tree:
And day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
Goes to the right - the song starts,
To the left - he tells a fairy tale.

The phrase is listed in the Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary (1904).

These lines were written thanks to the poet's nanny Arina Rodionovna. In one of the tales that she told Pushkin, there are these words: “There is an oak tree by the sea of ​​the sea, and there are golden chains on that oak tree, and a cat walks along those chains: it goes up - it tells fairy tales, it goes down - it sings songs.” From these lines, Pushkin first wrote an epigraph to a notebook in which he wrote down fairy tales, and only then he remade them into a prologue to the poem "".

"Prologue" was written in Mikhailovsky in 1824-1825. The text of the prologue about Lukomorye was first published in the second edition of the poem in 1828. The poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila" has become, as it were, one of the fairy tales of a magical cat.

What is this place where there is a green oak by the seashore?

The word "lukomorye" means - sea bay ( Dictionary Russian language, N. Yu. Shvedova, 1992).

It is believed that Lukomorye from the poem "" is located in Suida (Gatchinsky district of St. Petersburg), where the former family estate of Abram Petrovich Hannibal, the poet's great-grandfather, was located on the maternal side.

The poet's nanny Arina Rodionovna, who came from the serfs of the village of Lampi (Lampovo), was also from these places. By nationality, she was an Izhorka (a small Finno-Ugric tribe). She told little Pushkin stories of her people.

Examples

(1860 - 1904)

(1901), d. 1:

"Masha. ... A golden chain on that oak ... (Gets up and sings softly.)"

"Masha. By the seaside, a green oak, a golden chain on that oak... A golden chain on that oak ... (Tearfully.) Well, why am I saying this? This phrase has been attached to me since the morning ... "

Masha. By the seaside, a green oak, a golden chain on that oak... A green cat ... a green oak ... I'm confusing ... (Drinks water.) Unsuccessful life ... I don't need anything now ... I'll calm down now ... It doesn't matter ... What does it mean Lukomorye? Why is this word in my head? Thoughts are confused.

Images

The composition "Ruslan and Lyudmila" (based on the poem by A.S. Pushkin) at the entrance to the Galaktika shopping center in the city (Krasnodar Territory).

dedication

For you, the soul of my queen,
Beauties, for you alone
Times of the past fables,
In golden hours of leisure,
Under the whisper of old talkative,
With a faithful hand I wrote;
Accept my playful work!
No need for praise,
I'm happy with sweet hope
What a maiden with a thrill of love
Look, maybe stealthily
To my sinful songs.

Near the seaside, the oak is green;
Golden chain on an oak tree:
And day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
Goes to the right - the song starts,
To the left - he tells a fairy tale.
There are miracles: the goblin roams there,
The mermaid sits on the branches;
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
Hut there on chicken legs
Stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and valleys of visions are full;
There, at dawn, waves will come
On the sandy and empty shore,
And thirty beautiful knights
A series of clear waters emerge,
And with them their uncle is sea;
There is a queen in passing
Captivates the formidable king;
There in the clouds before the people
Through the forests, through the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,
And the brown wolf faithfully serves her;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
It goes, wanders by itself;
There, King Kashchei languishes over gold;
There is a Russian spirit ... there it smells of Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
Sitting under it, and the cat is a scientist
He told me his stories.
I remember one: this fairy tale
Let me tell the world...

Canto One

Things of bygone days
Traditions of antiquity deep.

In the crowd of mighty sons,
With friends, in a high grid
Vladimir the sun feasted;
He gave away his younger daughter
For the brave prince Ruslan
And honey from a heavy glass
I drank to their health.
Not soon our ancestors ate,
Not soon moving around
Ladles, silver bowls
With boiling beer and wine.
They poured joy in the heart,
Foam hissed around the edges,
Their important teacups were worn
And they bowed low to the guests.

The speeches merged into an indistinct noise;
A merry circle buzzes the guests;
But suddenly there was a pleasant voice
And the sonorous harp is a fluent sound;
Everyone was silent, listening to Bayan:
And praise the sweet singer
Lyudmila-charm and Ruslana
And Lelem crowned them.

But, tired with passionate passion,
Ruslan does not eat, does not drink in love;
Looks at a dear friend
Sighs, gets angry, burns
And, pinching his mustache with impatience,
Counts every moment.
In despondency, with a cloudy brow,
At the noisy wedding table
Three young knights are sitting;
Silent, behind an empty bucket,
Forgotten cups are circular,
And brasnas are unpleasant to them;
They do not hear the prophetic Bayan;
They lowered their embarrassed gaze.
Those are Ruslan's three rivals;
In the soul of the unfortunate conceal
Love and hate poison.
One - Rogdai, brave warrior,
Pushing the limits with a sword
rich Kyiv fields;
The other is Farlaf, the haughty screamer,
In feasts not defeated by anyone,
But a modest warrior among swords;
The last, full of passionate thought,
Young Khazar Khan Ratmir:
All three are pale and gloomy,
And a cheerful feast is not a feast for them.

Here it is finished; stand in rows
Mixed in noisy crowds,
And everyone is looking at the young:
The bride lowered her eyes
As if my heart was sad,
And the joyful bridegroom is bright.
But the shadow encompasses all nature,
Already close to midnight deaf;
Boyars, drowsing from honey,
With a bow, they went home.
The groom is delighted, in ecstasy:
He caresses in the imagination
Bashful maiden beauty;
But with a secret, sad emotion
Grand Duke blessing
Gives a young couple.

And here's a young bride
Lead to the wedding bed;
The lights went out ... and the night
Lel lights the lamp.
Dear hopes come true
Gifts are being prepared for love;
Jealous garments will fall
On Tsaregradsky carpets ...
Can you hear the loving whisper
And kisses sweet sound
And a broken murmur
Last timidity?.. Spouse
Enthusiasm feels in advance;
And then they came ... Suddenly
Thunder struck, light flashed in the fog,
The lamp goes out, the smoke runs,
All around was dark, everything was trembling,
And the soul froze in Ruslan ...
Everything was silent. In terrible silence
A strange voice rang out twice,
And someone in the smoky depth
Soared blacker than foggy haze ...
And again the tower is empty and quiet;
The frightened groom gets up,
Cold sweat rolls down from his face;
Trembling, cold hand
He asks the mute darkness...
About grief: there is no dear girlfriend!
He grabs air, he is empty;
Lyudmila is not in the thick darkness,
Kidnapped by an unknown force.

Ah, if the martyr of love
Suffering from passion hopelessly
Though it's sad to live, my friends,
However, life is still possible.
But after many, many years
Hug your beloved friend
Desires, tears, melancholy subject,
And suddenly a minute wife
Forever lost ... oh friends,
Of course, I'd rather die!

However, Ruslan is unhappy.
But what did the Grand Duke say?
Struck suddenly by a terrible rumor,
Inflamed with anger at the son-in-law,
He and the court he convenes:
"Where, where is Lyudmila?" - asks
With a terrible, fiery brow.
Ruslan does not hear. “Children, others!
I remember the previous merits:
Oh, take pity on the old man!
Tell me who agrees
Jump after my daughter?
Whose feat will not be in vain,
To that - torment, cry, villain!
I couldn't save my wife! -
To that I will give her as a wife
With half the kingdom of my great-grandfathers.
Who will volunteer, children, others? .. "
"I AM!" - Said the woeful bridegroom.
"I AM! I! - exclaimed with Rogday
Farlaf and joyful Ratmir. -
Now we saddle our horses;
We are happy to travel the world.
Our father, let us not prolong separation;
Don't be afraid: we're going for the princess."
And with gratitude dumb
In tears, he stretches out his hands to them.
An old man tormented by longing.

All four go out together;
Ruslan was despondently killed;
The thought of a lost bride
It torments and dies.
They sit on zealous horses;
Along the banks of the Dnieper happy
They fly in swirling dust;
Already hiding in the distance;
No more riders to be seen...
But for a long time he still looks
Grand Duke in an empty field
And the thought flies after them.

Ruslan languished silently,
And the meaning and memory lost.
Over the shoulder looking arrogantly
And important akimbo, Farlaf,
Pouting, he groaned for Ruslan.
He says: "Forcibly I
Break free, friends!
Well, will I meet the giant soon?
Some blood will flow
Already the victims of jealous love!
Have fun my trusty sword
Have fun, my zealous horse!”

Khazar Khan, in his mind
Already hugging Lyudmila,
Almost dancing over the saddle;
Young blood plays in it,
The fire of hope is full of eyes:
Then he jumps at full speed,
That teases the dashing runner,
Spins, rears up,
Ile boldly rushes to the hills again.

Rogdai is gloomy, silent - not a word ...
Fearing an unknown fate
And tormented by jealousy in vain,
He is the most worried
And often his gaze is terrible
At the prince gloomily directed.

Rivals on the same road
They all ride together all day.
Dnieper became dark shore sloping;
The shadow of the night pours from the east;
Fog over the deep Dnieper;
It's time for their horses to rest.
Here under the mountain by a wide way
Wide crossed path.
"Let's go, it's time! - they said -
Let us entrust ourselves to an unknown fate.
And every horse, not feeling the steel,
I have chosen the path of my own free will.

What are you doing, Ruslan unfortunate,
Alone in the desert silence?
Lyudmila, wedding day is terrible,
Everything, it seems, you saw in a dream.
Pulling a copper helmet over his eyebrows,
From powerful hands leaving the bridle
You walk between the fields
And slowly in your soul
Hope is dying, faith is dying.

But suddenly there is a cave in front of the hero;
There is light in the cave. He's right up to her
Goes under dormant vaults,
Peers of nature itself.
He entered with despondency: what does he see?
In the cave is an old man; clear view,
Calm look, gray-haired beard;
The lamp in front of him burns;
He sits behind an ancient book,
Reading it carefully.
"Welcome, my son! -
He said with a smile to Ruslan. -
I've been here alone for twenty years
In the dark old life I wilt;
But finally waited for the day
long anticipated by me.
We are brought together by fate;
Sit down and listen to me.
Ruslan, you lost Lyudmila;
Your hard spirit is losing strength;
But evil will rush a quick moment:
For a while, fate overtook you.
With hope, cheerful faith
Go for everything, do not be discouraged;
Forward! with a sword and a bold chest
Make your way at midnight.

Find out, Ruslan: your offender
Wizard terrible Chernomor,
Beauties old thief,
Midnight owner of the mountains.
Nobody else in his abode
The gaze has not penetrated until now;
But you, destroyer of evil machinations,
You will enter it, and the villain
Will die by your hand.
I don't have to tell you anymore:
The fate of your future days
My son, in your will from now on.

Our knight fell at the feet of the old man
And in joy he kisses his hand.
The world brightens his eyes,
And the heart forgot flour.
He revived again; and suddenly again
On the flushed face, the torment ...
“The reason for your anguish is clear;
But sadness is not difficult to disperse, -
The old man said, - you are terrible
Love of a gray-haired sorcerer;
Calm down, know it's in vain
And the young maiden is not afraid.
He brings the stars down from the sky
He whistles - the moon trembles;
But against the time of the law
His science is not strong.
Jealous, quivering keeper
Locks of ruthless doors,
He's just a feeble tormentor
Your lovely captive.
Around her he silently wanders,
He curses his cruel lot ...
But, good knight, the day passes,
And you need peace."

Ruslan lies on soft moss
Before the dying fire;
He seeks to forget sleep
Sighs, turns slowly...
In vain! Knight at last:
“I can’t sleep, my father!
What to do: I'm sick in soul,
And a dream is not a dream, how sickening it is to live.
Let me refresh my heart
Your sacred conversation.
Forgive me a cheeky question.
Open up: who are you, blessed,
The fate of the confidant is incomprehensible?
Who took you to the desert?

Sighing with a sad smile,
The old man answered: "Dear son,
I already forgot my distant homeland
Gloomy edge. natural finn,
In the valleys known to us alone,
Chasing a herd of neighboring villages,
In my carefree youth I knew
Some dense oak forests,
Streams, caves of our rocks
Yes, wild poverty fun.
But to live in comforting silence
It was not given to me for long.

Then near our village,
Like a sweet color of solitude,
Naina lived. Between girlfriends
She was bursting with beauty.
Once upon a time in the morning
Their herds on a dark meadow
I drove, blowing the bagpipe;
There was a stream in front of me.
One, young beauty
Weaving a wreath on the shore.
I was attracted by my fate ...
Oh, knight, that was Naina!
I to her - and the fatal flame
For a daring look, I was rewarded,
And I learned love with my soul
With her heavenly joy,
With her agonizing longing.

Half a year has gone;
I opened up to her with trepidation,
He said: I love you, Naina.
But my timid sorrow
Naina proudly listened,
Only loving your charms,
And indifferently answered:
"Shepherd, I don't love you!"

And everything became wild and gloomy to me:
Native bush, shadow of oak trees,
Cheerful games of shepherds -
Nothing comforted the anguish.
In despondency, the heart dried up, sluggishly.
And finally I thought
Leave the Finnish fields;
Seas unfaithful abysses
Swim across with the fraternal team
And deserve the swearing glory
Attention proud Naina.
I summoned brave fishermen
Seek danger and gold.
For the first time the quiet land of the fathers
Heard the swearing sound of damask steel
And the noise of non-peaceful shuttles.
I sailed away, full of hope,
With a crowd of fearless countrymen;
We are ten years of snow and waves
Crimsoned with the blood of enemies.
Rumor rushed: the kings of a foreign land
They were afraid of my insolence;
Their proud squads
Fled northern swords.
We had fun, we fought terribly,
Shared tribute and gifts
And they sat down with the vanquished
For friendly feasts.
But a heart full of Naina
Under the noise of battle and feasts,
It was languishing in a secret twist,
Looking for Finnish coasts.
It's time to go home, I said, friends!
Let's hang idle chain mail
Under the shade of the native hut.
He said - and the oars rustled:
And leaving fear behind
To the bay of the fatherland dear
We flew in with pride.

Old dreams come true
Wishes come true!
A moment of sweet goodbye
And you sparkled for me!
At the feet of the arrogant beauty
I brought a bloody sword,
Corals, gold and pearls;
Before her, intoxicated with passion,
Surrounded by a silent swarm
Her envious friends
I stood as an obedient captive;
But the maiden hid from me,
Saying with an air of indifference:
"Hero, I don't love you!"

Why tell, my son,
Why is there no power to retell?
Oh, and now one, one
Asleep in soul, at the door of the grave,
I remember sorrow, and sometimes,
How about the past the thought is born,
By my gray beard
A heavy tear rolls down.

But listen: in my homeland
Between the desert fishermen
Science is amazing.
Under the roof of eternal silence
Among the forests, in the wilderness
Gray-haired sorcerers live;
To the objects of high wisdom
All their thoughts are directed;
Everyone hears their terrible voice,
What was and what will be again
And they are subject to their formidable will
And the coffin and love itself.

And I, a greedy seeker of love,
Decided in desolate sadness
Attract Naina with spells
And in the proud heart of a cold maiden
Ignite love with magic.
Hurrying into the arms of freedom
Into the solitary darkness of the woods;
And there, in the teachings of sorcerers,
Spent invisible years.
The long-desired moment has come,
And the terrible secret of nature
I comprehended a bright thought:
I learned the power of spells.
The crown of love, the crown of desires!
Now, Naina, you are mine!
Victory is ours, I thought.
But really the winner
There was fate, my stubborn persecutor.

In the dreams of young hope
In the rapture of ardent desire,
I quickly cast spells
I call the spirits - and in the darkness of the forest
The arrow rushed thunder
The magic whirlwind raised a howl,
The ground trembled underfoot...
And suddenly sits in front of me
The old woman is decrepit, gray-haired,
With sunken eyes sparkling,
With a hump, with a shaking head,
A sadly dilapidated picture.
Oh, knight, that was Naina! ..
I was horrified and silent
With the eyes of a terrible ghost measured,
I still didn't believe in doubt
And suddenly he began to cry, shouted:
“Is it possible! oh, Naina, are you!
Naina, where is your beauty?
Tell me, is heaven
Have you been so terribly changed?
Tell me how long ago, leaving the light,
Have I parted with my soul and my dear?
How long ago? ..” - “Exactly forty years, -
There was a fatal answer from the maiden, -
Today I was seventy.
What to do, - she squeaks me, -
The years flew by.
Mine passed, your spring -
We both got old.
But, friend, listen: it doesn't matter
Unfaithful youth loss.
Of course, now I'm gray
A little, perhaps, a hunchback;
Not what it used to be
Not so alive, not so sweet;
But (added chatterbox)
I will reveal the secret: I am a witch!
And it really was.
Silent, motionless before her,
I was a complete fool
With all my wisdom.

But that's terrible: witchcraft
Completely done, unfortunately.
My gray deity
A new passion burned for me.
Curving a terrible mouth with a smile,
Grave voice freak
Mutters love confession to me.
Imagine my suffering!
I trembled, lowering my eyes;
She continued through her cough
Heavy, passionate conversation:
“So, now I have recognized the heart;
I see, true friend, it

AT LUKOMORYE GREEN OAK

(From the poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila")

Near the seaside there is a green oak;
Golden chain on an oak tree:
And day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
Goes to the right - the song starts,
Left - tells a fairy tale.

There are miracles: the goblin roams there,
The mermaid sits on the branches;
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
Hut there on chicken legs
Stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and valleys of visions are full;
There, at dawn, waves will come
On the sandy and empty shore,
And thirty beautiful knights
A series of clear waters emerge,
And with them their uncle is sea;
There is a queen in passing
Captivates the formidable king;
There in the clouds before the people
Through the forests, through the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,
And the brown wolf faithfully serves her;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
It goes, wanders by itself,
There, King Kashchei languishes over gold;
There is a Russian spirit ... there it smells of Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
Sitting under it, and the cat is a scientist
He told me his stories.
NANNY

Friend of my harsh days,
My decrepit dove!
Alone in the wilderness of pine forests
For a long, long time you've been waiting for me.
You are under the window of your room
Grieving like clockwork
And the spokes are slowing down every minute
In your wrinkled hands.
Looking through the forgotten gates
On a black distant path;
Longing, forebodings, worries
They squeeze your chest all the time.
It makes you wonder………

I erected a monument to myself not made by hands,
The folk trail will not grow to it,
He ascended higher as the head of the rebellious
Pillar of Alexandria.
No, all of me will not die - the soul is in the cherished lyre
My ashes will survive and decay will run away -
And I will be glorious as long as in the sublunar world
At least one piit will live.
The rumor about me will spread throughout the great Rus',
And every language that is in it will call me,
And the proud grandson of the Slavs, and the Finn, and now wild
Tungus, and a Kalmyk friend of the steppes.
And for a long time I will be kind to the people,
That I aroused good feelings with lyre,
That in my cruel age I glorified Freedom
And he called for mercy on the fallen.
By the command of God, O muse, be obedient,
Not afraid of resentment, not demanding a crown,
Praise and slander were accepted indifferently
And don't argue with the fool.

Spiritual thirst tormented,

In the gloomy desert I dragged, -
And a six-winged seraph
He appeared to me at a crossroads.
With fingers as light as a dream
He touched my eyes.
Prophetic eyes opened,
Like a frightened eagle.
He touched my ears
And they were filled with noise and ringing:
And I heard the shudder of the sky,
And the heavenly angels flight,
And the reptile of the sea underwater course,
And the valley of the vine vegetation.
And he clung to my lips,
And tore out my sinful tongue,
And idle and crafty,
And the sting of the wise snake
In my frozen mouth
He invested it with a bloody right hand.
And he cut my chest with a sword,
And took out a trembling heart,
And coal burning with fire
He put a hole in his chest.
Like a corpse in the desert I lay,
And God's voice called out to me:
“Arise, prophet, and see, and listen,
Fulfill my will
And, bypassing the seas and lands,
Burn people's hearts with the verb."

Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, my lovely friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open eyes closed by bliss
Towards the northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
In the cloudy sky, a haze hovered;
The moon is like a pale spot
Turned yellow through the gloomy clouds,
And you sat sad -
And now ... look out the window:
Under blue skies
splendid carpets,
Shining in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river under the ice glitters.
The whole room amber gleam
Enlightened. Cheerful crackling
The fired oven crackles.
It's nice to think by the couch.
But you know: do not order to the sled
Ban the brown filly?
Gliding through the morning snow
Dear friend, let's run
impatient horse
And visit the empty fields
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

I remember wonderful moment:
You appeared before me
Like a fleeting vision
like a genius pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sadness,
In the anxieties of noisy bustle,
A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time
And dreamed of cute features.
Years passed. Storms gust rebellious
Scattered old dreams
And I forgot your gentle voice
Your heavenly features.
In the wilderness, in the darkness of confinement
My days passed quietly
Without a god, without inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
The soul has awakened:
And here you are again
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.
And the heart beats in rapture
And for him they rose again
And deity, and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.

I loved you: love still, perhaps
In my soul it has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to sadden you with anything.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
Either timidity or jealousy languish;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How God forbid you loved to be different.