(Moscow)
From the northern shackles of freeing the world,
It is only on the field, rippling, dies marshmallows,
As soon as the first turn green lime,
To you, friendly descendant of Aristippus,
K you I yavlyusya; I see this palace,
Where compasses architect, palette and incisor
Scientific whim obeyed your
And inspiration in the magic competed.
Do you understand the purpose of life: happy man,
You live for life. Its long clear Century
You also cleverly interspersed in his youth,
I look for opportunities, moderately leprosy;
Death came to you fun and ranks.
The Messenger of young crowned Wife,
Appeared to you in Ferney - a cynic and grayer,
Minds and fashion leader crafty and bold,
His sovereignty in the North love,
Sepulchral voice greeted you.
Are you cheerfulness he lavished excess,
You flattering his taste, earthly gods drink.
With Ferneem goodbye, you saw Versailles.
Prophetic eyes, not stretching out into the distance,
There exulted all. Armida young,
For fun, luxury first sign of feeding,
unaware, What fate is doomed,
high-spirited, windy courtyard surrounded by.
Do you remember the Trianon and noisy fun?
But you're not weary of their sweet poison:
Scientists have made at the time of your idol:
you would be alone. For thy stern feast
That chtitel fishing, to skeptic, it godless.
Diderot sat on a rickety your tripod,
throwing wig, eyes closed delighted
And he preached. And you listened modestly
Over a cup of slow afeyu il Deist,
How curious skiff Athenian sophist.
But London calling your attention. your eyes
Diligently make out this dual Cathedral:
Here fiery onslaught, and there is a severe rebuff,
Springs bold new citizenship.
missing, may be, over Temzoyu skupoy,
You thought dale swim. Complaisant, alive,
Like his miraculous hero,
Cheerful Beaumarchais flashed before thee.
He guessed you: in captivating words
He was talking about the legs, of eyes,
Oh the bliss of the country, where the sky is always clear,
Where a lazy life is voluptuously,
As ardent enthusiasm lad full sleep,
Where his wife in the evening go to the balcony,
look and, without fear of a jealous Spaniard,
With a smile and listen to attract foreigner.
And you, uptight, I flew in Sevilla.
blessed land, captivating limit!
There laurels churns, where oranges ripen ...
ABOUT, Well you tell me, wives out there know how to
With love to combine piety with affection,
From beneath mantillas sign conditional feeding;
Tell, as the letter falls from behind bars,
As with gold lulled supervision gloomy aunt;
Tell, as a lover under the window in twenty years
Trembles and boils, wrapped in a cloak.
everything has changed. Have you seen a whirlwind storm,
Fall all, the union of the mind and the furies,
Terrible erected freedom law,
Under gilʹotinoû Versailles and Trianon
And the grim horror superseded fun.
To transform the world with the thunder of a new glory.
Ferney paused for a long time. Voltaire your buddy,
the vicissitudes of fate striking example,
Not uspokoivshisy and grobovom home,
Until now wanders the cemetery at the cemetery.
Baron d'Olbah, Morlet, Galiani, Diderot,
Encyclopedia skeptical prichot,
And prickly Beaumarchais, and thy noseless Casti,
All, all have passed. their opinion, Tolk, passion
Forgotten for others. Look: around you
Everything is new in full swing, former exterminate.
Witnesses having been yesterday's fall,
As soon came to their senses mladye the generations.
Cruel experiments collecting his late fruit,
They hurry to reduce the rate of arrival of.
They have no time to joke, dine in Temir,
Or arguing about poetry. new sound, wonderful lyre,
The sound of the lyre of Byron entertain them could barely.
One is the same you. By thy-stepped threshold,
I was suddenly transported back to the days of Catherine.
book depository, idols, and pictures,
And slender gardens show me,
What you blagosklonstvuesh muses in silence,
What they're breathing a noble idleness.
I am listening to you: your conversation free
full of youth. Beauty Influence
You feel alive. With delight appreciate you
And the brilliance and beauty of alyab'evoy Goncharova.
Blithely surrounded by Correggio, Canova,
You, not participating in the unrest of worldly,
Sometimes mocking the window looking at them
And see the revolution in the whole circular.
So, whirlwind affairs forgetting to musical bliss and idle.
In the shadow of porphyry and marble baths Chambers,
Roman nobles met their sunset.
And to them from afar the warrior, this orator,
The young Consul, the gloomy dictator
It was a day or two to relax luxuriously,
Breathe on the pier and embark on a new path.
