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? ??????, ??????? ??????????? ??;
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? ? ?????????, ????????? ???,
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Oh, I will spend long moments,
in the mysterious silence of the night,
driving from my mind thoughts of
your insidious chatter,
your smile, your gaze, a casual look,
the hair that obeyed your fingers,
the thick locks of your hair,
and summoning them back again,
whispering and correcting
words once uttered
in conversations 1 had with you
which were awkward, full of shyness,
and rending the darkness with the cherished name,
intoxicated, blind to reason.
Oh, I will spend long moments,
in the mysterious silence of the night,
rending the darkness with the cherished name.
—Afanasi Afanas’yevich Fet, ? ???????? ???? ??????
(1844)
Listen to a setting of the poem by Sergei Rachmaninoff from his opus 4 song cycle (1890), one of his earliest works, here in a centennial recital in 1990 by Dmitri Hvorostovsky, Oleg Boshnyakovich plays the piano:
