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Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev - "Don`t say he loves me as before..."
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Don`t say he loves me as before, 
That, as before, he treasures me... 
no! He callously destroys my life, 
Although I see the knife shake in his hand. 
 
In anger, weeping, yearning, indignation, 
Obsessed and wounded in my soul, 
I have no life - I struggle...for him alone I live - 
But what a life!.. O, what a bitter life it is!

 How stingily he measures out the air for me... 
Less generous than to a mortal foe... 
Oh, drawing breath is difficult and painful, 
I can still breathe, but I can live no more.
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