55 But I was born for peaceful roaming, For country calm and lack of strife; My lyre sings! And in the gloaming My fertile fancies spring to life. I … - Alexander Pushkin

Онегин, я тогда моложе,
Я лучше, кажется, была,
И я любила вас; и что же?
Что в сердце вашем я нашла?
Какой ответ? одну суровость.
Не правда ль? Вам была не новость
Смиренной девочки любовь?
И нынче — боже — стынет кровь,
Как только вспомню взгляд холодный
И эту проповедь… Но вас
Я не виню: в тот страшный час
Вы поступили благородно.
Вы были правы предо мной:
Я благодарна всей душой…

Eu te-am iubit şi poate că iubirea
În suflet încă nu s-a stins de tot;
Dar nici nelinişte şi nici tristeţe
Ea nu îţi va mai da, aşa socot.
Fără cuvinte te-am iubit, fără nădejde,
De gelozie, de sfială chinuit.
Dea Domnul să mai fii cîndva iubită
Aşa adînc, aşa gingaş cum te-am iubit.

But even friendship like our heroes'
Exist no more; for we've outgrown
All sentiments and deem men zeroes — Except of course ourselves alone.
We all take on Napoleon's features,
And millions of our fellow creatures
Are nothing more to us than tools...
Since feelings are for freaks and fools.
Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions
And on the whole despised mankind,
Yet wasn't, like so many, blind;
And since each rule permits exceptions,
He did respect a noble few,
And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.