Past clans; the charming dreams of love, Antique moralities beloved.
XIV
In them I’ll write of simple speeches Of dad, of uncle, old man:
Of bold children’s secret meetings That near lime at brook began.
Of partings, jealous indignation, Of tears of conciliation;
Again of scandals, and at last To altar I shall lead them fast,
And I’ll remind the speech of passion, The words of longing, wistful love
That on the days I meant above, At feet of ladies fox expression
Of feelings quickly came to mind, But now weakly lag behind.
XV
Tatyana, ah, Tatyana dear!
With you I now tears shed;
Of tyrant you didn’t fear, But now he your fate has had.
You’ll perish, but before you go, You try in dazzling pretty hope
Some darkling blessing to invite To know better bliss of life
And magic poison of its itches; You are pursued by happy dream,
At any place you fancy him, The refuge for the happy wishes;
At any place in front of you Your fatal tempter waits for you.
XVI
In grief of love Tatyana goes To their garden, she is sad;
But suddenly her eyelids close, She hasitates to make a step..,
Her chest is high, her cheeks are covered By instant flame, they quickly flowered,
The breath is fading in her lips, She heard some noise, her eyes did glimpse...
The night then comes, the moon is mooving Around distant parts of sky;
A nightingale in haze of night His loud melodies is tuning.
In dark my Tanya’s quite upset With nurse in whisper has a chat:
XVII
‘...can’t sleep, it’s stuffy, you unclose The window and sit beside...’
-But what is it -
‘You tell of those Your old times... I’ve boring tide..’
-But what about?
I had happened To know many old legends,
A lot of stories with the whirls, With wicked ghosts and the girls...
My memory is dark.., I’m granny... And much forgot... of life the line
Is drawn, in turn I’ve bad nay time.
My poor mind...
- You tell me, nanny,
About girls, you meant above, And how did you fall in love?
XVIII
-Ah, dear my! in my teenager We heard yet nothing of the love,
Or otherwise I’d be with rages By all my kin pursued for love.-
‘But how did you marry, nanny?’ -It was by wish of God.
My Vanny Was younger, than myself I mean, And I was, dear, yet thirteen.
For weeks matchmaker was then coming To all my kin, and due to that
My father gave consent to wed.
In fear I was crying, darling,
In weep my plait was then undid, With songs to altar us could lead.
XIX
And I’m in family unknown...
But are you listening yet to me?