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Эмиль Шарафутдинов

Перевод стихотворения А. С. Пушкина "Из Пиндемонти" на английский язык. *


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Too highly I do not esteem

The loud rights from which many a head spin.

I do not grumble that the Fates

Denied me the sweet lot of challenging tax rates

Or of preventing kings from fighting one another;

And honestly I little bother,

Whether press humbugs simpletons without limitations,

Or censorship restrains buffoons in publishing intentions.

All this is words, words, words, as thou see.

Some other better rights are precious to me;

Some other better freedom I require:

Depending on the mob, depending on the Sire -

Is it not all the same? God be with them.

To be obliged

To give account to no one, to serve and to indulge

Thyself alone; for power, for rank

To crook neither thy conscience, nor thoughts, nor trunk;

At will to ramble far and wide,

Being carried away with nature's divine sight,

And to regard pieces of art and inspiration

Quivering joyfully with a rapturous sensation.

- Here is happiness! here are the rights...