I'm sorry Velikija wife,
Wives, who loved
All generations of Fame: the smoke of war
And the smoke of the censer Parnasskii.
We borrowed it
And education and Tauridia,
And the shame of the Moon,
And we have to nickname
her Minerva, Aoide.
In the alleys of the village Sarskoye
She Derzhavins, Orlov
Conversations led wise - to drink tea
With Delin - sometimes Barkov .
Sweet old lady lived
Nice and a little whoring,
Voltaire was the first one,
Order wrote, Navy stung,
She died, sitting on boat.
Since haze.
Russia, poor power,
Your strangled glory
With Catherine dead.
