An unexperienced fan of the alien lands,
The procecutor of my native ones,
I usually said: where today
At home we could find a real mind
Or even genius? Then where is the honest citizen
With a lofty, noble soul living?
Where is a woman - not with a cold beauty,
But that of living one, so ardent, luring?
Where could I find the easy talk,
Enlightened in society with joy?
With whom I'd be not bleak, nor hollow?
And, thus, my country was the hell to me...
But yesterday Golitsyna I've seen -
And got the reconcilement with all this.
1817
Краев чужих неопытный... - пер. А. С. Пушкина
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