Angel - Pushkin

In Eden doors gentle angel
The head drooping shone,
A daemon is a dark and rebellious
Hellhole flew over.

spirit of negation, spirit of doubt
On the pure spirit gazed
And the heat of emotion involuntary
First dimly discernible.

«Forgive, he rivers, I saw you,
And you wonder I shined:
Not everything I hated in the sky,
Not everything I despise in the world ".

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