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“Her dreams, his manner of appearing, such flattery had not failed to reach her heart; his sad gaze, the endearing, tender strangeness of his speech. Herself not knowing rhyme or reason, she’s pined and languished many days; her heart may wish to pray in season to holy saints, but to him it prays; worn out by struggle unabating. If she lies down on slumber’s bed, her pillow burns, she’s suffocating, she starts up, shivering with dread; her breast, her shoulders flame, she races to breathe, she chokes, mist’s in her eyes, her arms are thirsting for embraces, and on her lips a kiss that dies…”
— Mikhail Lermontov, The Demon (tr. by Charles Johnston)
Sorry guys I’ve been posting like crazy. A girl went to Svaneti Georgia to try to emulate Pushkin and Lermontov but I actually realized I don’t like nature
Mikhail Lermontov, tr. by Alan Myers, from An Age Ago: “Testament,”