In busy ball vanity
Accidentally
With high-life feeze
I have encountered
Your features chiseled
Covered by mystery.
The eyes were looking
Wistfully
But your voice so delightful
Was distant syrinx
And it was playing sea.
Amazed with the slight waist
And the whole look wistful,
My heart is keeping
Your laughter which
Is melancholic and shrill.
Alone at nights
Aweary,
I love dreaming
Of your wistful eyes
Of your jolly speech.
I fall into my melancholy,
I fall into my misty dream…
Would I have loved you? –
I still don’t know
But my heart says me that I do.
November 8, 1999
М. Ю. Лермонтов. Средь шумного бала
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