Those crazy years’ extinguished glee
Is like a crapulence to me.
But as the years go rushing by -
The older they, the stronger wine.
My path is dull. Speaks toil and grief,
The future’s undulated sea.
O friends, I hate to see me die,
I want to live and think and strive;
And know: amid the cares and woes,
Still are the pleasures of repose:
Now, will indulge in rhythmic rhymes,
Now, weep o’er some unreal tales,
And, maybe, lastly, for a while,
Love glistens with a parting smile.
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A. S. Pushkin - Elegy
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