Cursed city Kishinev!
You scolding tongue gets tired.
Someday in the sinful blood
Your soiled houses
Heavenly thunder clap course,
And - I do not find your tracks!
fall, die flaming,
And colorful house Bartholomew
And shops are dirty Jews:
So, if you believe Moses,
Died unhappy Sodom.
But with this lovely town
I do not dare to equate Kishinev,
I'm too familiar with the Bible,
And flattery is not familiar.
Sodom, With what, It was featured
Not only polite sin,
but education, Jarmuth,
hospitable houses
And beauty is not strict virgins!
What a pity, that early thunder
It immediately turned him aside anger!
In the brilliant light debauchery,
People protected by God,
And a member of the Supreme Council,
I spent humbly century
B Paris Old Testament!
But in Chisinau, you know yourself,
You can not find any lovely ladies,
we produce union, any bookseller. —
Sorry about your destiny!
I do not know, come to thee
In the evening three pretty handsome;
Nevertheless they somehow, my friend,
As soon as I will be leisure,
Yavlyusya before thee;
You is I'll councils -
poetry, prose, all my soul,
But, Vigely - spare my behind!
