I am writing to you what more to continue. Alexander Pushkin - Tatyana's Letter to Onegin: Verse. Analysis of the poem "Letter of Tatiana to Onegin" by Pushkin

This article is publishing excerpts from the novel by A.S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin" for memorization in the 9th grade.

  1. Tatyana’s letter to Onegin (girls teach)
I am writing to you - what’s more?
  What more can I say?
  Now, I know in your will
  Punish me with contempt.
  But you, to my unfortunate share
  Though keeping a drop of pity
  You will not leave me.
  At first I wanted to be silent;
  Believe me: my shame
  You never knew
  When I had hope
  At least once a week
  In our village see you
  Just to hear your speech
  You say a word, and then
  All think, think about one thing
  And day and night until we meet again.
  But they say you are unsociable;
  In the wilderness, in the village you are bored
  And we ... we don’t shine with anything,
  Although you are welcome and innocent.

Why did you visit us?
  In the wilderness of a forgotten village
  I never knew you
  I would not know bitter torment.
  Souls of inexperienced excitement
  Resigned to the times (who knows?),
  In my heart I would find a friend
  Would be a faithful spouse
  And a virtuous mother.

Another! .. No, no one in the world
  I would not give my heart!
  That in the above is destined for advice ...
  That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
  My whole life was a guarantee
  A faithful date with you;
  I know you're sent to me by god
  To the grave you are my keeper ...
  You appeared to me in dreams
  Invisible, you were already sweet to me
  Your wonderful look tormented me
  In your soul your voice rang out
  For a long time ... no, it was not a dream!
  You just walked in, I instantly found out
  All froze, burned
  And in her thoughts she said: here he is!
  Isn't that right? I heard you:
  You spoke to me in silence
  When I helped the poor
  Or a prayer has delighted
  Longing for a worried soul?
  And at that very moment
  Aren't you sweet vision
  In the clear darkness flashed
  Squinted quietly to the head of the bed?
  Not you, with joy and love,
  Whispered words of hope to me?
  Who are you, my guardian angel
  Or an insidious tempter:
  Allow my doubts.
  Maybe it's all empty
  Deception of an inexperienced soul!
  And a completely different fate ...
  But so be it! My fate
  From now on I hand you
  Before you pour tears
  I beg your protection ...
Imagine: I'm here alone
  Nobody understands me,
  My mind is exhausted
  And silently I must perish.
  I'm waiting for you: with one look
  Hope the heart come to life
  Or interrupt a heavy dream,
  Alas, a well-deserved reproach!

Cums up! Scary to re-read ...
  I shame with shame and fear ...
  But my honor is your guarantee
  And boldly I entrust myself to her ...

2. Onegin's letter to Tatyana   (boys teach)
I foresee everything: you will be offended
  A sad mystery explanation.
  What a bitter contempt
  Your proud look will depict!
  What I want? for what purpose
  Will I reveal my soul to you?
  What a wicked fun
  Perhaps I give a reason!

By chance meeting you once
  Noticing a spark of tenderness in you,
  I did not dare to believe her:
  I didn’t let the cute habit go;
  My hateful freedom
  I didn’t want to lose.
  Another parted us ...
  The unfortunate victim of Lena ...
  From all that is sweet to the heart,
  Then I tore the heart;
  Alien to everyone, unrelated to anything,
  I thought: liberty and peace
  Replacing happiness. Oh my God!
  How wrong I was, how punished!

No, see you every minute
  Follow you everywhere
  Smile lips, eye movement
  To catch with love eyes
  Heed you a long time, understand
  Soul is all your perfection
  Before you die in agony,
  Turn pale and go out ... here is bliss!

And I am deprived of that: for you
  I trudge everywhere at random;
  I cherish the day, cherish the hour:
  And I spend in vain boredom
  Fate counted down days.
  And so painful they are.
  I know: my age is already measured;
  But for my life to last
  I have to be sure in the morning
  That I will see you in the afternoon ...

I'm afraid: in the plea of \u200b\u200bmy humble
  Will see your stern look
  Despicable Tricks -
  And I hear your angry reproach.
  When would you know how terrible
  Yearning for love
  Burn - and the mind hourly
  Quench excitement in the blood;
  Wishing to hug your knees
  And sobbing at your feet
  Pour pleas, confessions, penalties,
  Everything, everything that I could express.
  Meanwhile, the feigned chill
  Arm both speech and gaze,
  Have a quiet conversation
  To look at you with a cheerful look! ..

But so be it: I myself
  Resist is not in strength Bole;
  Everything is decided: I am in your will,
  And surrender to my fate.

3. Fragments of nature (all students learn 1 fragment from two)

Fragment No. 1
The sky was breathing in the fall
  Less often the sun shone,
  The day was getting shorter
  Forest mysterious canopy
  With a sad noise bared
  Fog fell on the fields
  Geese loud caravan
  Reached south: approaching
  Pretty boring time;
  It was November already at the yard.

A dawn rises in the gloom of cold;
  The noise of the work ceased on the fields;
  With her hungry wolf
  A wolf enters the road;
  Sensing him, road horse
  Snoring - and a cautious traveler
  Rushing uphill in full swing;
  Shepherd in the morning dawn
  Doesn’t drive cows out of the barn,
  And at noon in the circle
  They are not called by his horn;
  Singing in the hut
  Spins, and, winter's friend of nights,
  A small crack in front of her.

And now the frosts are cracking
  And silver among the fields ...
  (The reader is already waiting for the rhyme of the rose;
  On, take her soon!)
  More neat fashionable parquet
  The river shines, dressed in ice.
  Boys joyful people
  Ice skates sonorously;
  On the red legs, the goose is heavy,
  Thinking to swim in the bosom of the waters,
  Treads carefully on the ice
  Slips and falls; cheerful
  Flickers, the first snow winds
  Stars falling on the breg.

Fragment No. 2
  That year, autumn weather
  I stood for a long time in the yard
  Winter waited, nature waited.
  Snow fell only in January
  On the third night. Waking up early
  Tatyana saw through the window
  In the morning the whitened yard
  Curtains, roofs and fence,
  Light patterns on the glass
  Trees in winter silver
  Forty fun in the yard
  And softly strewn mountains
  Winters with a brilliant carpet.
  Everything is bright, everything is white all around.

Winter! .. The peasant, triumphing,
  On firewood updates the path;
  His horse smelling snow
  Somehow trotting;
  Blasting fluffy reins,
  The wagon is flying away;
  The driver is sitting on the irradiation
  In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
  Here is a yard boy running
  Putting a bug in the sleigh,
  Transforming himself into a horse;
  The naughty man froze his finger:
  It’s both painful and funny,
  And his mother threatens him through the window ...

Plus this one:

Gonyms with spring rays

From the surrounding mountains it is already snowing
  Run off muddy streams
  On sunken meadows.
  Clear nature smile
  Through a dream he meets the morning of the year;
  Blue shine with heaven.
  Still transparent, forests
  As if they turn green in fluff.
  Bee after a tribute to the field
  Flies from a waxy cell.
  The valleys dry and dazzle;
  The herds are noisy and the nightingale
  Already sang in the silence of nights.

This article is publishing excerpts from the novel by A.S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin" for memorization in the 9th grade.

  1. Tatyana’s letter to Onegin (girls teach)
I am writing to you - what’s more?
  What more can I say?
  Now, I know in your will
  Punish me with contempt.
  But you, to my unfortunate share
  Though keeping a drop of pity
  You will not leave me.
  At first I wanted to be silent;
  Believe me: my shame
  You never knew
  When I had hope
  At least once a week
  In our village see you
  Just to hear your speech
  You say a word, and then
  All think, think about one thing
  And day and night until we meet again.
  But they say you are unsociable;
  In the wilderness, in the village you are bored
  And we ... we don’t shine with anything,
  Although you are welcome and innocent.

Why did you visit us?
  In the wilderness of a forgotten village
  I never knew you
  I would not know bitter torment.
  Souls of inexperienced excitement
  Resigned to the times (who knows?),
  In my heart I would find a friend
  Would be a faithful spouse
  And a virtuous mother.

Another! .. No, no one in the world
  I would not give my heart!
  That in the above is destined for advice ...
  That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
  My whole life was a guarantee
  A faithful date with you;
  I know you're sent to me by god
  To the grave you are my keeper ...
  You appeared to me in dreams
  Invisible, you were already sweet to me
  Your wonderful look tormented me
  In your soul your voice rang out
  For a long time ... no, it was not a dream!
  You just walked in, I instantly found out
  All froze, burned
  And in her thoughts she said: here he is!
  Isn't that right? I heard you:
  You spoke to me in silence
  When I helped the poor
  Or a prayer has delighted
  Longing for a worried soul?
  And at that very moment
  Aren't you sweet vision
  In the clear darkness flashed
  Squinted quietly to the head of the bed?
  Not you, with joy and love,
  Whispered words of hope to me?
  Who are you, my guardian angel
  Or an insidious tempter:
  Allow my doubts.
  Maybe it's all empty
  Deception of an inexperienced soul!
  And a completely different fate ...
  But so be it! My fate
  From now on I hand you
  Before you pour tears
  I beg your protection ...
Imagine: I'm here alone
  Nobody understands me,
  My mind is exhausted
  And silently I must perish.
  I'm waiting for you: with one look
  Hope the heart come to life
  Or interrupt a heavy dream,
  Alas, a well-deserved reproach!

Cums up! Scary to re-read ...
  I shame with shame and fear ...
  But my honor is your guarantee
  And boldly I entrust myself to her ...

2. Onegin's letter to Tatyana   (boys teach)
I foresee everything: you will be offended
  A sad mystery explanation.
  What a bitter contempt
  Your proud look will depict!
  What I want? for what purpose
  Will I reveal my soul to you?
  What a wicked fun
  Perhaps I give a reason!

By chance meeting you once
  Noticing a spark of tenderness in you,
  I did not dare to believe her:
  I didn’t let the cute habit go;
  My hateful freedom
  I didn’t want to lose.
  Another parted us ...
  The unfortunate victim of Lena ...
  From all that is sweet to the heart,
  Then I tore the heart;
  Alien to everyone, unrelated to anything,
  I thought: liberty and peace
  Replacing happiness. Oh my God!
  How wrong I was, how punished!

No, see you every minute
  Follow you everywhere
  Smile lips, eye movement
  To catch with love eyes
  Heed you a long time, understand
  Soul is all your perfection
  Before you die in agony,
  Turn pale and go out ... here is bliss!

And I am deprived of that: for you
  I trudge everywhere at random;
  I cherish the day, cherish the hour:
  And I spend in vain boredom
  Fate counted down days.
  And so painful they are.
  I know: my age is already measured;
  But for my life to last
  I have to be sure in the morning
  That I will see you in the afternoon ...

I'm afraid: in the plea of \u200b\u200bmy humble
  Will see your stern look
  Despicable Tricks -
  And I hear your angry reproach.
  When would you know how terrible
  Yearning for love
  Burn - and the mind hourly
  Quench excitement in the blood;
  Wishing to hug your knees
  And sobbing at your feet
  Pour pleas, confessions, penalties,
  Everything, everything that I could express.
  Meanwhile, the feigned chill
  Arm both speech and gaze,
  Have a quiet conversation
  To look at you with a cheerful look! ..

But so be it: I myself
  Resist is not in strength Bole;
  Everything is decided: I am in your will,
  And surrender to my fate.

3. Fragments of nature (all students learn 1 fragment from two)

Fragment No. 1
The sky was breathing in the fall
  Less often the sun shone,
  The day was getting shorter
  Forest mysterious canopy
  With a sad noise bared
  Fog fell on the fields
  Geese loud caravan
  Reached south: approaching
  Pretty boring time;
  It was November already at the yard.

A dawn rises in the gloom of cold;
  The noise of the work ceased on the fields;
  With her hungry wolf
  A wolf enters the road;
  Sensing him, road horse
  Snoring - and a cautious traveler
  Rushing uphill in full swing;
  Shepherd in the morning dawn
  Doesn’t drive cows out of the barn,
  And at noon in the circle
  They are not called by his horn;
  Singing in the hut
  Spins, and, winter's friend of nights,
  A small crack in front of her.

And now the frosts are cracking
  And silver among the fields ...
  (The reader is already waiting for the rhyme of the rose;
  On, take her soon!)
  More neat fashionable parquet
  The river shines, dressed in ice.
  Boys joyful people
  Ice skates sonorously;
  On the red legs, the goose is heavy,
  Thinking to swim in the bosom of the waters,
  Treads carefully on the ice
  Slips and falls; cheerful
  Flickers, the first snow winds
  Stars falling on the breg.

Fragment No. 2
  That year, autumn weather
  I stood for a long time in the yard
  Winter waited, nature waited.
  Snow fell only in January
  On the third night. Waking up early
  Tatyana saw through the window
  In the morning the whitened yard
  Curtains, roofs and fence,
  Light patterns on the glass
  Trees in winter silver
  Forty fun in the yard
  And softly strewn mountains
  Winters with a brilliant carpet.
  Everything is bright, everything is white all around.

Winter! .. The peasant, triumphing,
  On firewood updates the path;
  His horse smelling snow
  Somehow trotting;
  Blasting fluffy reins,
  The wagon is flying away;
  The driver is sitting on the irradiation
  In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
  Here is a yard boy running
  Putting a bug in the sleigh,
  Transforming himself into a horse;
  The naughty man froze his finger:
  It’s both painful and funny,
  And his mother threatens him through the window ...

Plus this one:

Gonyms with spring rays

From the surrounding mountains it is already snowing
  Run off muddy streams
  On sunken meadows.
  Clear nature smile
  Through a dream he meets the morning of the year;
  Blue shine with heaven.
  Still transparent, forests
  As if they turn green in fluff.
  Bee after a tribute to the field
  Flies from a waxy cell.
  The valleys dry and dazzle;
  The herds are noisy and the nightingale
  Already sang in the silence of nights.

By the time of writing the letter, Tatyana’s image had already taken shape. This is a girl brought up on Christian morality. She is modest, restrained. The letter opens up new facets of nature. Tatyana is capable of an act that is risky and shameful for herself. Most likely this is a rush. She wrote and immediately sent, without even adjusting her style. This is clearly indicated by the transition to Onegin. She breaks from “you” to “you”, which speaks of a hurricane of feelings that interfere with writing impeccably competently.

The first seven lines make it clear that the girl is reporting that she is acting against the rules and is worthy of contempt, but appeals to the recipient's pity. Then she tries to explain to Onegin that she would never have decided on revelation and humiliation for herself if there was an alternative to the situation. If there was an opportunity to occasionally see a loved one, then there would be no letter. She humiliates herself, sincerely believing that since “we shine with nothing,” the regulars of the capital's salons are not worthy of attention.

Then, as if reproaching Onegin for the fact that he appeared in her measured, predictable life. Here we find out that in her soul there was always “excitement,” pacified by Tatiana’s will. She would deal with them and become another “faithful wife”. Only for a moment the girl tries on the role of a strange wife and is horrified by this prospect. She does not accept this option in any way, because Onegin is "sent by God."

Can a religious, faithfully believing Tatyana go against God's will? After she describes the moment of recognition of her chosen one. She already saw him in a daydream. The image lived in imagination and whispered "words of hope." A fleeting doubt, and not whether it is devilish machinations, does not stop the narrative. Whoever he is, let him stop this torment, "resolve the doubts."

The next 12 lines. Tatiana sums up. She said everything that was in full swing, and now she “entrusts” the decision of her fate to Onegin. Who else, because here "nobody understands her." Only he will appreciate the "impulses of the soul" and pronounce the verdict. That's what it was written for, like in a fever delirium, this letter. No more mental strength to live in the unknown.

Let the verdict be fatal to her love, but it is better than eternal suffering. And as if on the exhale the last lines. In them, Tatyana admits how ashamed and scared she is, but she writes to an honest person. He cannot do wrong. Tatyana's letter revealed the most hidden corners of her character. Only now the reader sees through him. She was capable of feelings and actions of such intensity, which no one expected.

Excerpt from the novel in poems by Eugene Onegin.

I am writing to you - what’s more?
What more can I say?
Now, I know in your will
Punish me with contempt.
But you, to my unfortunate share
Though keeping a drop of pity
You will not leave me.
At first I wanted to be silent;
Believe me: my shame
You never knew
When I had hope
At least once a week
In our village see you
Just to hear your speech
You say a word, and then
All think, think about one thing
And day and night until we meet again.
But they say you are unsociable;
In the wilderness, in the village you are bored
And we ... we don’t shine with anything,
Although you are welcome and innocent.

Why did you visit us?
In the wilderness of a forgotten village
I never knew you
I would not know bitter torment.
Souls of inexperienced excitement
Resigned to the times (who knows?),
In my heart I would find a friend
Would be a faithful spouse
And a virtuous mother.

Another! .. No, no one in the world
I would not give my heart!
That in the above is destined for advice ...
That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
My whole life was a guarantee
A faithful date with you;
I know you're sent to me by god
To the grave you are my keeper ...
You appeared to me in dreams
Invisible, you were already sweet to me
Your wonderful look tormented me
In your soul your voice rang out
For a long time ... no, it was not a dream!
You just walked in, I instantly found out
All froze, burned
And in her thoughts she said: here he is!
Isn't that right? I heard you:
You spoke to me in silence
When I helped the poor
Or a prayer has delighted
Longing for a worried soul?
And at that very moment
Aren't you sweet vision
In the clear darkness flashed
Squinted quietly to the head of the bed?
Not you, with joy and love,
Whispered words of hope to me?
Who are you, my guardian angel
Or an insidious tempter:
Allow my doubts.
Maybe it's all empty
Deception of an inexperienced soul!
And completely different is destined ...
But so be it! My fate
From now on I hand you
Before you pour tears
I beg your protection ...
Imagine: I'm here alone
Nobody understands me,
My mind is exhausted
And silently I must perish.
I'm waiting for you: with one look
Hope hearts revive
Or interrupt a heavy dream,
Alas, a well-deserved reproach!

Cums up! Scary to re-read ...
I shame with shame and fear ...
But my honor is your guarantee
And boldly I entrust myself to her ...
(end of letter)

I am writing to you - what’s more?
  What more can I say?
  Now, I know in your will
  Punish me with contempt.
  But you, to my unfortunate share
  Though keeping a drop of pity
  You will not leave me.
  At first I wanted to be silent;
  Believe me: my shame
  You never knew
  When I had hope
  At least once a week
  In our village see you
  Just to hear your speech
  You say a word, and then
  All think, think about one thing
  And day and night until we meet again.
  But they say you are unsociable;
  In the wilderness, in the village you are bored
  And we ... we don’t shine with anything,
  Although you are welcome and innocent.

Why did you visit us?
  In the wilderness of a forgotten village
  I never knew you
  I would not know bitter torment.
  Souls of inexperienced excitement
  Resigned to the times (who knows?),
  In my heart I would find a friend
  Would be a faithful spouse
  And a virtuous mother.

Another! .. No, no one in the world
  I would not give my heart!
That in the above is destined for advice ...
  That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
  My whole life was a guarantee
  A faithful date with you;
  I know you're sent to me by god
  To the grave you are my keeper ...
  You appeared to me in dreams
  Invisible, you were already sweet to me
  Your wonderful look tormented me
  In your soul your voice rang out
  For a long time ... no, it was not a dream!
  You just walked in, I instantly found out
  All froze, burned
  And in her thoughts she said: here he is!
  Isn't that right? I heard you:
  You spoke to me in silence
  When I helped the poor
  Or a prayer has delighted
  Longing for a worried soul?
  And at that very moment
  Aren't you sweet vision
  In the clear darkness flashed
  Squinted quietly to the head of the bed?
  Not you, with joy and love,
  Whispered words of hope to me?
  Who are you, my guardian angel
  Or an insidious tempter:
  Allow my doubts.
  Maybe it's all empty
  Deception of an inexperienced soul!
  And completely different is destined ...
  But so be it! My fate
  From now on I hand you
  Before you pour tears
  I beg your protection ...
  Imagine: I'm here alone
  Nobody understands me,
  My mind is exhausted
  And silently I must perish.
  I'm waiting for you: with one look
  Hope hearts revive
  Or interrupt a heavy dream,
  Alas, a well-deserved reproach!

Cums up! Scary to re-read ...
  I shame with shame and fear ...
  But my honor is your guarantee
  And boldly I entrust myself to her ...

Excerpt from the novel in poems by Eugene Onegin.

Analysis of the poem "Letter of Tatiana to Onegin" by Pushkin

Tatyana’s letter to Onegin is an unconscious impulse of a desperate girl. When publishing the novel “Eugene Onegin”, it made a great impression on readers, and for a long time was considered a model for the presentation of female innermost thoughts. With careful analysis in the letter, however, many overly “far-fetched” thoughts become noticeable. It is beautiful in presentation, but too saturated with romanticism.

The main advantage of the letter is its simplicity and frankness. Tatyana is truly sincere, she does not hesitate to freely express her views.
  Tatyana comes to Onegin's house. Through his surroundings and objects belonging to the owner, she is completely immersed in the inner world of her beloved person. The main source of revelation are books from the Onegin library. Tatyana was a simple village girl, from whom the feelings and motives of people in high society were hidden. Reading books gave her an understanding of Onegin's personality.

Tatyana Larina realized that living on the attraction of the heart is possible only, experiencing incredible suffering. “Book” science expanded the notion of a girl, but did not give a real feeling of all passions. Life is impossible to learn from books. The world of human sorrows frightened Tatyana already in theory. She decided to submit to the demands of society, and hide the true feelings and beliefs deep in her soul.
  Visiting Evgeny’s home and reading his books is a central episode in the formation of a secular woman from Tatiana. This rebirth shocked Onegin, who was not supposed to see so much mind in a simple village girl, based on a subtle understanding of reality.

In a decisive explanation with Onegin, Tatyana showed the best qualities of an educated woman of high society. She is still sincere, but now she knows the real price and consequences of the manifestation of innermost feelings. Tatyana values \u200b\u200bher virtue, which is so important in society. She reproaches Onegin for not responding to her love in the past, as he strove for seduction, that is, for his victory over a woman’s heart. The conquest “without a fight” was uninteresting and boring for him. In the current situation, Tatiana no longer believes in the love of Eugene. She believes that they are again driven by a low desire to achieve fame through the scandalous history of treason.

The tragedy of Tatyana lies in her entry into society as a respectable wife (“I will be faithful to him for a century”). A young inexperienced passion faced cold reason. Having learned all the secrets of the upper world, Tatyana forever closed her heart to others. She is constantly haunted by a fear of public condemnation. From this moment, Tatiana’s behavior becomes impeccable in the eyes of people, even the shadow of suspicion cannot fall on him.

The beginning of the novel "Eugene Onegin" is presumably in 1819. turned 13 years old. "The time has come, she fell in love."

Tatyana Larina’s letter is a perfect example of Pushkin’s love lyrics. It is sometimes included in collections as an independent lyrical work. If we take into account that during the year Pushkin wrote 2 chapters (s), then we can assume that this love message was written in the second half of 1824, around August-September.

Drafts of the poet, showing his manner of working, have been preserved. It is noteworthy that at first Pushkin composed the letter with simple prosaic words in which he tried to imagine what he thought, what the young lady was feeling, and what she should write in her message. And only then this peculiar writing program turned into wonderful expressive lines. An example of how Pushkin worked on the letter, we find with Annenkov: “Tatyana’s letter to Onegin was preceded, for example, by the following lines, now barely deciphered:“ I know that you despise ... I wanted to be silent for a long time ... I thought I would see you ... I don’t want anything - I want to see you ... Come ... You must be - both this and that ... If not, I’ve been deceived ... "

Tatyana’s letter, like Onegin’s, is written in a different style, different from the “Onegin stanza”. With this, Pushkin wanted to single out letters as a separate element of the poem, and on the other hand, he emphasizes that the letter was translated from another language.

We bring to your attention a letter from Tatyana to Onegin from the novel "Eugene Onegin":

I am writing to you - what’s more?
  What more can I say?
  Now, I know in your will
  Punish me with contempt.
  But you, to my unfortunate share
  Though keeping a drop of pity
  You will not leave me.
  At first I wanted to be silent;
  Believe me: my shame
  You never knew
  When I had hope
  At least once a week
  In our village see you
  Just to hear your speech
  You say a word, and then
  Think everything, think about one thing
  And day and night until we meet again.
  But they say you are unsociable;
  In the wilderness, in the village you are bored
  And we ... we don’t shine with anything,
  Although you are welcome and innocent.

Why did you visit us?
  In the wilderness of a forgotten village
  I never knew you
  I would not know bitter torment.
  Souls of inexperienced excitement
  Resigned to the times (who knows?),
  In my heart I would find a friend
  Would be a faithful spouse
  And a virtuous mother.

Another! .. No, no one in the world
  I would not give my heart!
  That in the above is destined for advice ...
  That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
  My whole life was a guarantee
  A faithful date with you;
  I know you're sent to me by god
  To the grave you are my keeper ...
  You appeared to me in dreams
  Invisible, you were already sweet to me
  Your wonderful look tormented me
  In your soul your voice rang out
  For a long time ... no, it was not a dream!
  You walked in a bit, I instantly found out
  All froze, burned
  And in her thoughts she said: here he is!
  Isn't that right? I heard you:
  You spoke to me in silence
  When I helped the poor
  Or a prayer has delighted
  Longing for a worried soul?
  And at that very moment
  Aren't you sweet vision
In the clear darkness flashed
  Squinted quietly to the head of the bed?
  Not you, with joy and love,
  Whispered words of hope to me?
  Who are you, my guardian angel
  Or an insidious tempter:
  Allow my doubts.
  Maybe it's all empty
  Deception of an inexperienced soul!
  And completely different is destined ...
  But so be it! My fate
  From now on I hand you
  Before you pour tears
  I beg your protection ...
  Imagine: I'm here alone
  Nobody understands me,
  My mind is exhausted
  And silently I must perish.
  I'm waiting for you: with one look
  Hope the heart come to life
  Or interrupt a heavy dream,
  Alas, a well-deserved reproach!