Here you will find the Poem Old Man of poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
I?m not that lover, filled with passion, - That youth, who left the world amazed: Alas, my spring and summer passed now, And didn?t leave a single trace. Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue! I used to be your steadfast servant; Oh, if I could be reborn, - I?d serve you Even more passionate and fervent!
