Pushkin

i've had one of those days when it seems as if everything is lined up against you. i'm in a job i hate, and i've only been there for 2 months. it is nearly impossible to find a good job i may enjoy without a college education, which i am in the works of finishing. i am worried about my Master and the things He is currently going through. how they are affecting Him, and what is going to become of our relationship. i have no doubt that our relationship is going to continue, but i do know there are going to be changes to it and i am not sure in which way that is going to be.

usually when i am having one of these days i have no problem writing something to get out my emotions and frustrations. tonight i am finding it impossible to convey what i want. i found myself flipping through the worn out pages of my old Pushkin anthology. i often find comfort in that book. i thought i'd share one of my favorite pieces of Pushkin's both in english as well as in Russian.

Winter Evening

The storm wind covers the sky Whirling the fleecy snow drifts, Now it howls like a wolf, Now it is crying, like a lost child, Now rustling the decayed thatch On our tumbledown roof, Now, like a delayed traveller, Knocking on our window pane. Our wretched little cottage Is gloomy and dark. Why do you sit all silent Hugging the window, old gran? Has the howling of the storm Wearied you, at last, dear friend? Or are you dozing fitfully Under the spinning wheel's humming?
Let us drink, dearest friend To my poor wasted youth. Let us drink from grief - Where's the glass? Our hearts at least will be lightened. Sing me a song of how the bluetit Quietly lives across the sea. Sing me a song of how the young girl Went to fetch water in the morning. The storm wind covers the sky Whirling the fleecy snow drifts Now it howls like a wolf, Now it is crying, like a lost child. Let us drink, dearest friend To my poor wasted youth. Let us drink from grief - Where's the glass? Our hearts at least will be lightened. зимний вечер штормовой ветер покрывает небо Кружение ворсистые сугробы снега, Теперь он воет, как волк, Теперь он плачет, как потеряла ребенка, Теперь шелест распались соломенная На нашем ветхих крыш, Теперь, как задержки путешественник, Стучит в наши окна панели. Наш жалкий домик Это мрачное и темное. Почему вы сидите все молчали Обнимая окна, старая бабушка? С воем бури Измученный вы, наконец, дорогой друг? Или вы дремали урывками Под гудение прядильного колеса? Выпьем, дорогой друг Для моего бедного впустую молодежи. Выпьем с горя - Где стекла? Наши сердца по крайней мере будут облегченные. Спой мне песню о том, как bluetit Тихо жизни на море. Спой мне песню о том, как молодая девушка Пошел за водой по утрам. штормовой ветер покрывает небо Кружение ворсистые сугробы снега Теперь он воет, как волк, Теперь он плачет, как потеряла ребенка. Выпьем, дорогой друг Для моего бедного впустую молодежи. Выпьем с горя - Где стекла? Наши сердца по крайней мере будут облегченные.