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By Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

To Helen Ushakova in her album

You are so naughty by the nature,
For you it was biassed for long,
And now our endless praising
Seems for you like a tiresome ode.
You know by yourself, indeed,
That you are worth to love;
That you by gentle look are like Armide;
And Sylfide - by your body light.
Your scarlet lips are like the rose
Of harmony, which's so close...
And our rhymes, and our prose
Look like for you as a simple noise....

But memoirs of your bright beauty
Touch our hearts and captive them,
And negligently lines I'm putting
To your album with all respect.
Perhaps, there'll arrive a notion
To your mind all about singer,
Who sang for you, when no border
Existed round the Presnya field...

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