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Ilove you, nothing else to say i have, but also know you may surround me with your disdain. but condoling my pitty way you won’t abandon me alone. at first i wanted keep my senses, you wouldn’t hear what’s right, what’s wrong, if i had any expectancies to see you seldom, once a week in our lands, to give you a quick, fond eye, to hear your voice and then, then think about “where? ”, “when? ” my dear, we will meet again. but people say that you’re reserved in our solitude you’re bored, and we’re not brilliantly bright but you are welcome days and nights. why have you visited that nook? it was enough to have a look at you to feel my poor heart in love, if we had stood apart my feelings would have come to end and,i'd have met my future friend, who, maybe, i won’t ever stand, but i'd be able to become a faithful wife and a kind mum. another man? oh no, i’ll never, i’ll never love another one! it was determined in heaven, and if you call me, i will come to you. for me you're only one, who i’ve been waiting all my life. i know exactly you’re my sun, which saves me from all the strikes. i saw you even in my dreams, you won my heart without seeing your queer stare took my being, your voice in soul was like scream that time -no, i was not asleep! i’ve noticed you’re to it concerning i was astonished, was i burning, how i was dreaming of friendship! i’ve heard you, dear, did you see? how calm it was to speak to me, when i was helping poor men or praying, were you near then to make my soul just to be in peace, this moment, precious sight, you was the only man who might appear in the limpid night before my hoping face inclining. were not that you who shed in loving timbre hopeful light? can you pretend to save from evil my innocence or you are devil? my world was deeply got upset, but maybe it is self-deception of soul lulled with loving thread? and there won’t be any action… but i decided – i am yours with tears asking for protection without you around the earth there’s only lonely direction. no one of people round mine can matter out what possesses my pour flagging crazy mind tossing in agony of death. i wait for you and our date which’ll be conclusive for my fate. it’s over! i became so pale, i falter with a scaring heart but till your honor is my bail

i to you write – that pains? what can i tell still? now, i know, in your will contempt to punish me. but you, to my unfortunate share though a drop of pity storing, you won't leave me. at first i wanted to be silent; believe: my shame you wouldn't learn never, when i would have hope though it is rare, though in a week of times in our village to see you, only to hear your speeches, to you to say the word, and then all to think, think of one and day and night to a new meeting. but, speak, you is unsociable; in a solitude, in the village everything is boring for you, and anything we don't shine, though to you also we are glad ingenuously.

why you visited us? in a solitude of the forgotten settlement i never would know you, wouldn't know bitter torture. souls inexperienced excitements having restrained over time (as the nobility? ) on heart i would find the friend, there would be a faithful wife and virtuous mother. another! no, to anybody on light i wouldn't give heart! that in vyshny is fated that will of the sky: i yours; all life washing i was pledge appointments true with you; i know, you are sent me by god, to a coffin you are a keeper you in dreams to me were, hidden, you were lovely to me, your wonderful look me wearied, in soul your voice was distributed long no, it was not the dream! you slightly entered, i in a moment learned, all was stupefied, flared and in thoughts i said: here it! not truth? i heard you: you spoke with me in calm, when i poor helped or by a prayer i charmed melancholy of excited soul? and during this instant whether you, lovely image, in transparent darkness i flashed, priniknul silently to a headboard? not you, with a joy and love, hope words to me whispered? who you are, whether my angel the keeper, or artful tempter: my doubts resolve. perhaps, this all empty, deception of inexperienced soul! also other is fated but well! destiny i wash from now on i hand over to you, before you tears i pour, your protection i imagine: i here one, anybody doesn't understand me, my mind is exhausted, and silently i have to perish. i'm waiting for you: uniform look hopes of heart recover, or dream heavy перерви, alas, the deserved reproach!

i finish! it is terrible to shame and fear i but me bail your honor, and safely to it myself i

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