А. С. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin" (Tatyana's letter).

I'm writing to you - what else can I say?
What more can I say?
Now, I know, it's in your will
To punish me with contempt.
But you, for my unhappy fate
You will not leave me, even a drop of pity
.
At first I wished to keep silent;
Believe me: my shame
You would never know,
When I had hope
To see you once in a week, if only rarely
In our village,
To hear you speak,
To say a word to you, and then
To think, to think of one thing
And day and night to meet again.
But they say you're not a man of the world;
In the wilderness, in the village, everything is boring to you,
And we... we're not shining,
Though we're glad you're here.
...