Motionless guard dozing on the threshold of the royal,
Lord of the north alone in his Hall of
silently watched, The lot Zemlya
The crowned head of cramped lay,
Death dropped
And the world quiet captivity carrying a gift, —
And the cause of his Lord he marveled.
is good, thought he, and his gaze floated
From Tibrovyh shafts to the Vistula and Neva,
By Sar-rural lip towers to Gibraltar:
All silently waiting for strike,
Everything fell - a yoke bent all heads.
“happened! he said the. Long Since people of the world
Great Padene praised idols,
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How long have dilapidated Europe svirepela?
The hope of a new one, Germany was in full swing,
Shatalasy Austria, Naples rebelled,
For a long time eh Pyrenees fate of the people
Oh right of freedom of,
And autocracy just north harbored?
It has long been my only weapon - and where are you, zizhditeli Liberty?
well? vitiystvuyte, look for the rights of nature,
waves, sages, crazy crowd -
Here Kesar- where is Brutus? About formidable orator.
Tsaluyte Russian rod
And you stop trampling iron”.
he rivers, and blew a spirit invisible,
Poveyal and lysates, and again blew past,
Bishop north instant coldness seized,
On regal threshold stared, embarrassed, crazy crowd -
crazy crowd -
And suddenly a sudden guest in the palace of the king brought.
It was this wonderful husband, Providence envoy,
Finisher fatal unknown Velenje,
this rider, before whom the kings of the slopes,
Liberties and rebellious heir killer,
This hladny bloodsucker,
this king, disappeared, like a dream, as the shadow of the dawn.
Neither fat lazy sloth wrinkles,
Neither a heavy tread, or early graying.
No flame pale eyes frowning
Not denounced him exiled hero,
rest torment
In the seas executed at the bidding of the Kings.
Not, wonderful his vision, alive, elusive,
The distance lost, suddenly irresistible,
How to combat Perun, lightning flashed;
Vo flower healthy and muzhestva and relics,
lord of midnight
Lord west, threatening, I was coming.
That is, he was, when the plains Avsterlitsa
North squad drove his right hand,
And Russian for the first time before the death fled,
That is, he was, when the contract with the victory
And with the world and with shame
Before the young king at Tilsit he was coming.
