Rebirth - Alexander Pushkin An artist-barbarian with his lazy brush Blackens the painting of a genius And senselessly he covers it with His own illegitimate drawing. But with the passing years, the alien colours Fall off like threadbare scales; The creation of the genius emerges before us in its former beauty Thus vanish the illusions From my tormented soul And in it appear visions Of original and innocent times.
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