× Ф. И. Тютчев

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I was in love with you, but, may be, dear,
Love didn't die away inside of me.
I don't want to grieve you, I'm sincere,
But I was tormented by jealousy.
Oh, I admired you without hopes.
Love wouldn't worry, I swear by God,
And nobody would adore so,
Oh, so sincerely, as I adored.

Translated by Lada Slobodyanik

A.S. Pushkin. “I was in love with you, but, may be, dear...”. Translated by Lada Slobodyanik // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.