I feel myself ridiculously, When I look at this world: Only I will not be obsequious, - Here in it it is exact — the happiness is not present!.
By line from the world being closed, I либезенья do not suffer: From vanity, — with idleness I toil, And you on the former I love.
Do not laugh so frankly, From you a reproach I will not accept: Me love gradually, - Not that I from you will leave.
And to catch up with me it is not necessary, Understand, — in it to use is not present: Love how would be the husband For you, Madam, on an old age of years!.
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