Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 151

She was that one who had inspired

The poet’s raptures first delight,

And animated in his mind

The virgin moan of dreaming pipe.

Farewell to you, the golden plays!

He fell in love with forests’ shades,

Seclusion, loneliness and quiet,

The Stars, and Moon, and Magic Night.

The Moon – night sky illumination,

Which called us to the night time strolls

In dark among the forest’s walls,

Provoked the tears, brought consolation…

But now, when looking at its face,

We think, you’re nice, since lamp replace.