goodbye, lyubeznaya kalmыchka!
A little bit, on my evil ploys,
I commendable habit
Not carried away in the steppes
Following your Kibitka.
Your eyes narrow course,
And the nose is flat, and broad forehead,
You're not babbling in French,
You silk does not compress the legs;
In English before samovarom
Pattern bread does not crumble,
I do not admire Saint Marom,
Slightly Shakespeare not appreciate,
Do not immerse in mechtane,
When there is no thought in my head,
Do not sing: Ma dov'e,
Galop not jump in the meeting ...
What needs? - Exactly half an hour,
Yet the horses harnessed me,
I occupied the mind and heart
Your eyes and wild beauty.
Friends! l not all the same:
Forget the frivolity of soul
In a brilliant Hall, in fashionable bed,
Or hosts to koçevoy?
Fine