From a letter to Gnedich

In the country, where Julia crowned
And tricky Augustus exiled
Ovid mrachnы days dragged;
Where elegiac lira
Deaf own way idol
He dedicated the cowardly:
Far away northern capital
I forgot your eternal fog,
And freely voice my harp
Worryingly carotid Moldovans.
All the same, I - how I was before;
With a bow does not go to the ignorant,
From Orlov argue, I drink a little,
Octavia - in blind hope -
Prayers flattery not sing.
Lightweight and friendship MESSAGE
I write without strict diligence of.
You, to whom fate has given
And a brave mind and spirit high,
And an important songs condemned,
Otrada lonely life;
Oh you, that raised
Achilles ghost stately,
Homer showed us Muse
And bold singer fame
Freed from the ringing bonds -
Your voice has reached solitude,
Where I hid from persecution
Hanzel and dignified glupca,
Again, he revived the singer,
How sweet the voice of inspiration.
Chosen Phoebe! your greetings,
Your praise me precious;
For Moose and friendship alive poet.
His enemies are despicable to him -
He Muse battle areal
It does not degrade before the people;
And instructive vine
Zoila whips - passing.

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