The Beggar by Mikhail Lermontov. stood, imploring a donation,
Beside the monastery gate
A withered beggar, almost dead
From hunger, thirst and deprivation.
A piece of bread was all he sought,
His eyes were proof of living torture,
And someone introduced a stone
Within the fingers which he tendered.
So I implored your love from you
With bitter tears, with anguish heated;
And so the purest of my thoughts
Have been by you forever cheated.
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