Here you will find the Poem A Magic Moment I Remember of poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that's beautiful and rare I pray to mute despair and anguish, To vain the pursuits world esteems, Long did I hear your soothing accents, Long did your features haunt my dreams. Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered The reveries that once were mine And I forgot your soothing accents, Your features gracefully divine. In dark days of enforced retirement I gazed upon grey skies above With no ideals to inspire me No one to cry for, live for, love. Then came a moment of reinessance, I looked up - you again are there A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that's beautiful and rare
