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May 26 1828

Gift haphazard, unavailing,

Life, why were thou given me?

Why art thou to death

Sentenced by dark destiny?

Who in harsh despotic

Once from Nothing called me out,

Filled my soul with burning

Vexed and shook my mind with doubt?

I can see no goal before me;

Empty heart and idle mind.

Life monotonously o'er

Roars, and leaves a wound behind.

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Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russ…

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