Where Now Then By Alexander Pushkin

Where Now Then? By Alexander Pushkin “Where now then? Ah, these poetic characters!” “Goodbye, Yevgeny, it’s time. I must..” “I do not …

My Uncle By Alexander Pushkin

My Uncle By Alexander Pushkin “My uncle, a most worthy gentleman, When he fell seriously ill, By snuffing it made us all …

If I Walk By A. Pushkin

If I Walk By A. Pushkin If I walk the noisy streets, Or enter a many thronged church, Or sit among the …

So Thought By Alexander Pushkin

So Thought By Alexander Pushkin So thought our young ne’er-do-well Flying through the dust on a mail coach. By the supreme will …

The Storm By Alexander Pushkin

The Storm By Alexander Pushkin The storm wind covers the sky Whirling the fleecy snow drifts, Now it howls like a wolf, …

He Settled In The Sitting Room

He Settled In The Sitting Room He settled in the sitting room Where the old-timer in his country ways For forty years …

The Talisman – Alexander Pushkin

Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight’s vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where with the …

Worse Than an Idyl

1815-1816 Worse than an idyl and colder than an ode, A misanthrope – by Hell, by Silliness – a bard – In …

And You By Alexander Pushkin

And you, benevolent, fastidious reader, In your imported new barouche, Leave the city, which is uncouth, Which you enjoyed throughout the winter, …

Sloping Pine By Alexander Pushkin

On a sloping pine branch, downward bending Often an early morning breeze Over the peaceful gravestone wending Rocked to and fro a …

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin Tatyana, (to her heart’s core a Russian, Herself not knowing the reason why), With all their cold and …

The Time Invites By Alexander Pushkin

The time invites: you seasoned idlers, Sages of Epicurean rule, You, fortunate philosophers, You, fledglings of the Levshin school, You, Priams of …

Winter By Alexander Pushkin

Winter By Alexander Pushkin Winter ! The peasant breathes a sigh, Renews his sledge, and makes his way. His horse, snorting in …

And Now By Alexander Pushkin

And now I am the first to reward The Muse with an evening reception; Her rural unadorned perfection With jealous timidity I …

And So By Alexander Pushkin

And so, forgetting St. Petersburg, The gorgeous feasts, the lights, the speeches, Amidst Moldavia’s gloomy reaches My Muse visited the nomad yurts, …

Sloping Pine By Alexander Pushkin

On a sloping pine branch, downward bending Often an early morning breeze Over the peaceful gravestone wending Rocked to and fro a …

And Now By Alexander Pushkin

And now I am the first to reward The Muse with an evening reception; Her rural unadorned perfection With jealous timidity I …

The Time Invites By Alexander Pushkin

The time invites: you seasoned idlers, Sages of Epicurean rule, You, fortunate philosophers, You, fledglings of the Levshin school, You, Priams of …

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin

Tatyana By Alexander Pushkin Tatyana, (to her heart’s core a Russian, Herself not knowing the reason why), With all their cold and …

And You By Alexander Pushkin

And you, benevolent, fastidious reader, In your imported new barouche, Leave the city, which is uncouth, Which you enjoyed throughout the winter, …