“Confess to me, what’s wrong. You’re in dejection.” <br />- I love, my friend! - “Which lady holds you captive?” <br />- She does. - “Glisera? Chloe? Lila’s so attractive!” <br />- O, no! - “To whom do you submit your soul’s affection?” <br />- To her! - “You’re humble! Why all this remorse? <br />Why do you seem so sorrowful and grim? <br />And who’s to blame? Her fiancé, her dad, of course...” <br />- It isn’t that! - “Then what?” - For her, I can’t be him.<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-201/
