Alexander Pushkin - Angel 1827
At the door of Eden, a gentle angel shone with drooping head, And a gloomy and rebellious demon flew over the hellish abyss.
The spirit of denial, the spirit of doubt looked at the pure spirit And the heat of involuntary tenderness For the first time dimly recognized.
Дух отрицанья, дух сомненья На духа чистого взирал И жар невольный умиленья Впервые смутно познавал.
“Forgive me,” he said, “I saw you, And it was not for nothing that you shone to me: I didn’t hate everything in the sky, I didn’t despise everything in the world.”