Читать книгу The Demon / Демон. Книга для чтения на английском языке - Михаил Лермонтов, Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов, M. Y. Lermontov - Страница 4

Outcast long since, he wandered lone,

Having no place to call his own,

Through the dull desert of the world

While age on age about him swirled,

Minute on minute – all the same.

Prince of this world – which he held cheap —

He scattered tares among the wheat…

A joyless task without remission,

Void of excitement, opposition —

Evil itself to him seemed tame.