Under the coldness of old age grimly fading
Single from gray eagles Catherine.
The wings otyazhelev, he forgot the sky
Pinda and sharp peaks.
At the time you get up: Your beam his warmed,
He raised to the heavens, and the wings and apple
And with the noisy joy he leaped and flew
In Candlemas your morning:.
Mordvins, not in vain Petrov you loved,
You proud of it and on the banks of Cocytus.
You lira acquitted, you vvek not changed
I hope prophetic piita.
How nice you kept his prophecy!
Beaming valor and glory, and science,
In the councils of immovable in his place,
you stand, new Dolgorukoi.
So, a foam flow with mountain tops SCAT,
Worth gray cliff, votshte coast trepeshtut,
In vain have the thunder roars and the waves, round the mutyas,
And fawned, and splash.
One, on the shoulders of raising her powerful work,
You awake vigilantly over the royal treasury
Widow poor mites and a tribute to the Siberian ores
Equal sacred before thee.
