Poems by Alexander Pushkin
To Chadaev
... My friend, believe me that with thunder, ...
I've Lived To See Desire Vanish
... Through gales whistling and shimmer, ...
A Winter Evening
... Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, ...
The Memorial
... And to this spirit column well-worn the people's path,-- ...
To... (Kern)
... When'er I languished in the throes of hopeless grief ...
