Always and everywhere one vision, One customary, single mission, One customary, single grief. Not cooling distance’s relief... - Alexander Pushkin

I've lived to see my longings die

I've lived to see my longings die:
My dreams and I have grown apart;
Now only sorrow haunts my eye,
The wages of a bitter heart.

Beneath the storms of hostile fate,
My flowery wreath has faded fast;
I live alone and sadly wait
To see when death will come at last.

Just so, when the winds in winter moan
And snow descends in frigid flakes,
Upon a naked branch, alone,
The final leaf of summer shakes!...

Young man! If my notes should fall into your hands, remember that the best and most enduring changes are those which stem from an improvement in moral behaviour, without any violent upheaval.

Па и Евген мисли тако
У младости пунонадној,
Роб заблуди поста лако
К'о и страсти несавладној.
Животом је маза права:
Док се једним очарава,
Већ га друго разочара,
И жеља га чак умара,
Брзи успех исто тако,
У тишини и сред хуке
Пратећ' душе тешке муке,
И зев смехом кријућ' лако:
Тако уби осам лета
Свог живота цвет од цвета.