Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev. (№ 155361)

Don't tell me! To me it is like first loves,
Me, as before values...
Oh no! He is ruining my life inhuman,
Though, I see the knife in his hand shaking.
In anger, in tears, yearning, indignant,
Passionate, wounded in soul,
I'm afflicted, you're not... them, one of them I live -
But this life!.. Oh, how bitter it is!
It merit me so gently and sparingly,
Don't measure as well as fierce enemy...
Oh, breathing is still painful and difficult,
Unable to breathe, but to live I can't!