The voice of music and the night in the parterre,
I'm watching not the scene but you.
You look so soft, divine, attractive, fair
That I'm afraid that "ya tebya lublyu"!
Bassoon you play amidst the orchestra you are a part of,
An opera is being played to-night.
Until I saw you I felt inside like I'd off
But now my face and soul are bright.
Entr'acte is coming. The silence's scotching;
I wonder: have you noticed me or not?
If not, then why your eyes were sometimes watching
Into the part of hall where place I've got?
The splendid night is gradually ending,
The orchestra has played the final chord.
The passion and impossibility are blending
Inside my soul, thus giving no accord.
You pack your things and leave the theatre.
I put on coat and leave it too.
I feel the past does, does matter!
But there is nothing in the world that I can do!
Eugene Onegin
© Copyright: Иликс, 2004
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