Monologue - Lermontov

Trust, nothingness is good in the local light.
What deep knowledge, thirst for glory,
Talent and passionate love of freedom,
When we employ them can not?
we, children of the North, how local plants,
Color long, quickly fade ...
As the sun on a gray winter sky,
So our life is cloudy. so long
Its monotonous flow ...
And stuffy seems at home,
And the heart is heavy, and soul yearns ...
Not knowing either love, nor friendship sweet,
Amid the storms of our youth languishing empty,
And quickly anger poison her gloomy,
And we kiss the ground bitter cup of life;
And it is nothing of the soul is not fun.

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Marina Tsvetaeva
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