By Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin <br /> <br />(To Helen Ushakova in her album) <br /> <br /> <br />You are so naughty by the nature, <br />For you it was biassed for long, <br />And now our endless praising <br />Seems for you like a tiresome ode. <br />You know by yourself, indeed, <br />That you are worth to love; <br />That you by gentle look are like Armide; <br />And Sylfide - by your body light. <br />Your scarlet lips are like the rose <br />Of harmony, which's so close... <br />And our rhymes, and our prose <br />Look like for you as a simple noise.... <br /> <br />But memoirs of your bright beauty <br />Touch our hearts and captive them, <br />And negligently lines I'm putting <br />To your album with all respect. <br />Perhaps, there'll arrive a notion <br />To your mind all about singer, <br />Who sang for you, when no border <br />Existed round the Presnya field...<br /><br />Lyudmila Purgina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pushkin-you-are-so-naughty-translation-rus/
