She

“Confess to me, what’s wrong. You’re in dejection.”
— I love, my friend! - “Which lady holds you captive?”
— She does. — “Glisera? Chloe? Lila’s so attractive!”
— O, no! — “To whom do you submit your soul’s affection?”
— To her! — “You’re humble! Why all this remorse?
Why do you seem so sorrowful and grim?
And who’s to blame? Her fiance, her dad, of course...”
— It isn’t that! — “Then what?” — For her, I can’t be him.

Translated by Andrey Kneller

A.S. Pushkin. She (“Confess to me, what’s wrong. You’re in dejection...”). Translated by Andrey Kneller // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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