7) Nathaniel - Nastas'ja Filippovna And Her Sisters Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

'Faust:
Hear, you must get that [girl] for me!

Mephistopheles:
Now, what? '
Goethe

At a perfume shop. Nat is on sick leave, wearing elegant and modern civil clothes, in the salesclerk Nastas'ja's company.

Nastas'ja:
(I know that fellow) .
I'll glance at him intermittently,
So he'll notice me.

Nat:
What a beautiful girl!
Her hair is smooth on the pale face.
Our tanned faces are wandering, tired.
Her fair skin is scented with fine amber:
Diffusing from East, its hot fumes befuddles us.

Nastas'ja:
A girl can't resist this traveller, he looks to promise pleasure.
The problem is the knowledge.

Nat:
Today I've had this gift, I've not breathed in the struggle.
I perceive this scent, I take that I find.

To be continued