Blessed with gold circle in nobles
poet, vnymaemыy kings.
Owning laughter and tears,
Seasonings bitter truth lies,
He blunted taste Shchekotov
And the glory of the pride of the boyars Hunting,
He decorates their feasts,
And heed the wise praise.
Meanwhile,, for severe? doors,
Closely at the black? porch,
People, gonâemyj Slug,
A short distance away listening to the singer.
