First friend, friend beyond price,
one morning I blessed fate
when sleigh bells, your sleigh bells
sang out and filled my lovely home
lost in its drifts of snow.
May my voice now, please God,
gladden your soul
in that same way
and lighten your exile
with light from our Lycée‘s clear day.
by Александр Сергеевич Пушкин (Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)
a.k.a. Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin
(1826)
translated by Robert Chandler
