Will I one day have my freedom? It is time, high time: I implore her At the seaside I wait for the wind; I wave to the sea sails. Under the suroît defying the waves, When will I take my free flight At the free crossroads of the seas? We must flee the boring edges Of an element which is hostile to me And under the sky of my Africa Under the swells of the South Regretting the dark Russia Where I suffered, where I loved, Where I buried my heart Alexandre Pouchkine, Eugène Onegin. Translation by André Meynieux. Born in Moscow on June 6, 1799 into a Russian noble family, Alexander Pushkin was also the great-grandson of an African famous in Russian military and technical history, Abraham Petrovich Hanibal (1696-1781). In fact, although Russian, Pushkin had part of his roots in black Africa. The links between Pushkin and the black world are innumerable and their meeting points are sometimes unexpected ... The journal Présence Africaine could not remain indifferent to the bicentenary of the birth of the founder of modern Russian literature, who loved Africa and claimed it. like his second homeland.