Mikhail Lermontov,
The Russian Review
(1916)
“ In life's dark moments when with care And grief my heart is sore, The accents of a wondrous prayer I whisper o'er and o'er. They bring a blessing with each tone, Those living words of light, And breathe a charm before unknown, A holy, calm delight. ”
Mikhail Lermontov,
The Russian Review
(1916)
“ Why is it that I cannot say, "Stars, you're as bright as my own joy supreme?" "Why are you joyless?" Kind men will ask me. Kind men, I'm joyless Because stars and heavens Are stars and heavens, while I'm but a man. ”
Mikhail Lermontov,
The Russian Review
(1916)
“ The whistling breeze the mast is bending, The playful waves around him rise. Ah! not for happiness he searches, And not from happiness he flies. The sun is bright as gold above him, Light spray below, a snowy fleece; But he, rebellious, seeks the tempest, As though the storms could bring him peace! This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”
