Portrait (Here are our beetles, monk…)

Here are our beetles, monk,
Poet, scribe and soldier.
Is always, for all, in all places,
Nettles he deserves:
With Martyn pop it notebook,
With Frolov mathematician;
Engelhardt the hero enters -
And suddenly he Diplomatique.

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