Page:Poems, Alexander Pushkin, 1888.djvu/109

Rh A song now sing me, how the bird

Beyond the sea in quiet lived;

A song now sing me, how the maiden

In the morning for water went.

The storm the sky with darkness covers,

The snowy whirlings twisting;

Like a beast wild now is howling,

Like an infant now is crying.

Let us drink, О kindly friend

Of my poverty and youth,

Away with grief,—where is the cup

Joy it shall bring to our heart!