The best of pushkin,s writing in this poeams
 
I loved you, and that love, to die refusing
May still-who knows!-be smouldering
in my breast.
Pray, be not pained-believe me of my choosing
I'"d never have you troubled nor yet distressed.
I love you mutely,hopelessly and truly,
with shy yet fervent tenderness aglow,
mine was a jealous passion and unruly......
may heaven grant another loves you so

(1929) pushkin