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There yet remains but one concluding tale,
And then this chronicle of mine is ended—
Fulfilled, the duty God ordained to me,
A sinner. Not without purpose did the Lord
Put me to witness much for many years
And educate me in the love of books.
One day some indefatigable monk
Will find my conscientious, unsigned work;
Like me, he will light up his ikon-lamp
And, shaking from the scroll the age-old dust,
He will transcribe these tales in all their truth.
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Prologue, sec. 5, l. 18-28

 

Aleksandr Pushkin (Alexander Pushkin)

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Pimen [writing in front of a sacred lamp]:
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Will bring to light my zealous, nameless toil,
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