By Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

I loved you: still love,

Possibly in my soul is not entirely extinguished; But let that not trouble you more;

I don't want to sadden you in any way.

I loved you silently, without hope,

From shyness, from jealousy I was plagued;

I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,

As God would grant you to be beloved by another.

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