Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 99

I was conceived for peaceful being,

For country fascinating calm,

The more in thickets, better hearing

Of lyre’s creative tongue and charm.

I stroll by a deserted lake

By naïve pastime entertained,

And far niente[13] is my law.

Each morning I am waking for

The honey bliss and freedom moments:

I read not much and sleep for long

And like I did in days of old

Don’t hunt for glory’s fake adornments.

My best and happiest young days

I spent in idleness in shades.