Main character's monologue

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Excerpt from the novel
E. Nikolaeva's "Deindividualized".

Until then, all dreams melted away.
He paid homage to Hellenic beauty,
And therefore, in pledge, deprived her of tears,
Hastening to meet the new, already dreamt one.

Passing through the sounds of a complex scale,
An enthusiast of polar feelings – achroma*.
Perhaps, for greater drama,
Elena's image in him was overtaken by darkness.

In that, excessively, ideals
Of our hero from childhood beckon.
In their attire, the halls breathe,
But only keep the dead space.

Hardly had he spread his shoulders,
Overcoming doubts with ease,
And, therefore, decided to shape his speech
Into a decidedly ambiguous monologue.

Oh no! You are not Helen of Troy,
And I am not a slave of very whimsical ideas.
You are only a phantom, the delight of my pain,
An illusion of my plausible days.

If in the soul, the joy of light
Fully surpassed the fury of darkness,
I would meet You in the embrace of summer,
Would not chain You in the icy winter's chains.

For darkness—a charming creature,
To have a ray of light in the deadly gloom.
A false memory will show me the way,
So I could see Your sufferings.

In the captivity of ominous silence
I am glad to leave everything without regret
And amid the flickering of the trembling moon
To bear the crown of tired contempt.

Rejoice, rejoice, executioner! I am deindividualized.
My fantasy's dawn—
Sometimes silly, sometimes tragic—
There is not a drop of doubt in that.

The history of seas is forgotten
Under the rhythm of destructive fires:
You are Troy! You are Troy! Not Helen of Troy—
You are the blazing trophy of Sparta.

* Devoid of color (Latin).