Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 107

My Muse had come, when love expired,

She broke the obscured mind’s bonds.

I’m free again, want to combine

My thoughts, and feels, and magic tones.

I write and please by that my heart,

My pen is firm and behaves smart,

At the unfinished rhymes does not

Draw female legs, heads and so forth;

Extinguished ash will not make fire,

I’m still nostalgic, but no tears,

And very soon the stormy feels

Will disappear, leave me in quiet.

I’ll start a poem, then, I guess

Of twenty songs at least, not less.