The lazy artist-boor is blacking
The genius's picture with his stuff,
Without any sense a-making
His low drawing above.

But alien paints, in stride of years,
Are falling down as a dust,
The genius's masterpiece appears
With former brilliance to us.

Like this, the darkly apparitions
Are leaving off my tortured heart,
And it again revives the visions
Of virgin days I left behind.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

A.S. Pushkin. Artist (“The lazy artist-boor is blacking...”). Translated by Yevgeny Bonver // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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