Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 186

So far, do revel your existence

And easy life, my novel’s friend!

I recognize its worthless essence

And am not scared to see the end;

My eyelids for illusions dropped,

But sometimes distant signs of hope

Disturb my heart: I realize

That it’ll be sad not recognized

To leave this world without traces.

I live and write not for a praise,

But, probably, want to amaze

The world and reveal real graces.

I hope the rhymes I’ve left behind

Will of the poet’s life remind.