* * *

My friend, it’s time! The heart demands a break —
Day after day flies by, and every hour takes
A bit of being from us, while you and I
Make plans to live together — we may die.
There is no happiness, but there is peace of heart.
So many years I’ve dreamt about this part —
So many years, a tired slave, I planned my flight
Someplace where I will work to my delight.

Translated by Andrey Kneller

A.S. Pushkin. “My friend, it’s time! The heart demands a break...”. Translated by Andrey Kneller // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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