Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. (№ 387217)

In those days, when I was new
All the impressions of life -
And the eyes of virgins, and the noise dubrovy,
And at night the singing of the Nightingale, -
When sublime feelings
Freedom, glory and love
And inspired art
So much worried about the blood
Watch of hope and enjoyment
Longing sudden osena,
Then some evil genius
Began secretly to visit me.