Confess to me, whats wrong. Youre in dejection.
- I love, my friend! - Which lady holds you captive?
- She does. - Glisera? Chloe? Lilas so attractive!
- O, no! - To whom do you submit your souls affection?
- To her! - Youre humble! Why all this remorse?
Why do you seem so sorrowful and grim?
And whos to blame? Her fiancé, her dad, of course...
- It isnt that! - Then what? - For her, I cant be him.
She
written byAlexander Pushkin
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