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Уж небо осенью дышало, Уж реже солнышко блистало, Короче становился день, Лесов таинственная сень С печальным шумом обнажалась, Ложился на поля туман… - Alexander Pushkin
" "Уж небо осенью дышало,
Уж реже солнышко блистало,
Короче становился день,
Лесов таинственная сень
С печальным шумом обнажалась,
Ложился на поля туман,
Гусей крикливых караван
Тянулся к югу: приближалась
Довольно скучная пора;
Стоял ноябрь уж у двора.
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About Alexander Pushkin
Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin (Russian: Алекса́ндр Серге́евич Пу́шкин) (6 June (26 May, O.S.) 1799 – 10 February (29 January, O.S.) 1837) was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era. He is considered by many to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature.
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Also Known As
Pen Names:
Александр НКШП
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Иван Петрович Белкин
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Феофилакт Косичкин
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P., Ст. Арз. (Старый Арзамасец)
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А. Б.
Native Name:
Александр Сергеевич Пушкин
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Александръ Сергѣевичъ Пушкинъ
Alternative Names:
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Aleksandr Pushkin
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Aleksandr Serge'evich Pushkin
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Pushkin
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Pouchkine Aleksandr Sergueevitch
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A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare
I pray to mute despair and anguish,
To vain the pursuits world esteems,
Long did I hear your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.
Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of reinessance,
I looked up - you again are there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare
– Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, “A Magic Moment I Remember,” The Poetry of Alexander Sergeyevich (Portable Poetgry, January 27th 2014) Originally published 1821
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