К *** Я помню чудное мгновенье: Передо мной явилась ты, Как мимолетное виденье, Как гений чистой красоты. В томленьх грусти безнадежной В тревогах шу… - Alexander Pushkin

في كل يوم .. في كل ساعة
صار عادة لي أن أقتفي أفكاري
أحصي عددها ومنه أخمن
أي سنة يأتي معها موتي
وفي أي مكان سوف يرسله القدر لي
هل في معركة .. أفي أسفاري
أم في البحار ؟
أو لعله الوادي القريب .. سيحتضن رماد جسدي البارد ؟
لا فرق لجسد هامد
في أي أرض فناؤه سيكون
لكن رغم ذاك ..
الى جوار بلادي الحبيبة أحب ان ارقد
ولتمرح الحياة اليانعة على الدوام
بالقرب من مرقدي
ولتشرق الطبيعة التي لاتمييز عندها بين البشر
بالجمال السرمدي

"Herman stood before her. She drew back at sight of him, trembling violently. "Where have you been?" she asked in a frightened whisper. "In the bedchamber of the Countess. She is dead," was the calm reply. "My God! What are you saying?" cried the girl. "Furthermore, I believe that I was the cause of her death." The words of Tomsky flashed through Lisa's mind. Herman sat down and told her all. She listened with a feeling of terror and disgust. So those passionate letters, that audacious pursuit were not the result of tenderness and love. It was money that he desired. The poor girl felt that she had in a sense been an accomplice in the death of her benefactress. She began to weep bitterly. Herman regarded her in silence. "You are a monster!" exclaimed Lisa, drying her eyes. "I didn't intend to kill her; the pistol was not even loaded.

I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul
The former love has never gone away,
But let it not recall to you my dole;
I wish not sadden you in any way.

I loved you silently, without hope, fully,
In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain;
I loved you so tenderly and truly,
As let you else be loved by any man.