To My Friends
The chain of golden days and nights
Is still your heritage from Deity,
And, still, the languid maidens- eyes
Are turned to you as well intently.
So, play and sing, friends of my years!
Lose very quickly passing evening,
And, at your heedless joy and singing,
I will be smiling through my tears.
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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