Im not that lover, filled with passion, -
That youth, who left the world amazed:
Alas, my spring and summer passed now,
And didnt leave a single trace.
Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue!
I used to be your steadfast servant;
Oh, if I could be reborn, - Id serve you
Even more passionate and fervent!
Old Man
written byAlexander Pushkin
© Alexander Pushkin