From a letter to Prince. P. BUT. Vyazemsky

beatific, who in the noise of the city
Dreams of solitude,
Who only sees in the distance
wilderness, garden, rural house,
Hills with silent forests,
Brook valley with high-spirited
And even ... a flock with a shepherd!
beatific, someone with good friends
He is sitting at the table the night before,
And of Slavic glupcami
Laughs Russian poetry;
beatific, who noisy Moscow
For hizhinki not leave ...
And not in a dream, but in reality
His mistress caresses!..

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