Tag: Pushkin
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To Chaadaev
Love, hope, and quiet gloryDid not warm us for long with their deceit,Our youthful amusements have vanished,Like a dream, like morning mist; But in us still burns the desire,With a soul impatient under the yoke of fate,We heed the call of our homeland. We await with longing and hopeThe moment of sacred freedom,As a young…