Here you will find the Poem Under The Blue Skies... of poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Under the blue skies of her native land She languished and began to fade... Until surely there flew without a sound Above me, her young shade; But there stretches between us an uncrossable line. In vain my feelings I tried to awaken. The lips that brought the news were made of stone, And I listened like a stone, unshaken. So this is she for whom my soul once burned In the tense and heavy fire, Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind By tenderness and desire! Where are the torments? Where is love? Alas! For the unreturning days' Sweet memory, and for the poor credulous Shade, I find no lament, no tears.
