Rajewski, molodenets former,
And there is already a brave son,
And Pushkin, student neprilezhny
Parnassian virgin-goddesses,
To you, Zhukovsky, out of town,
But indescribable sorrow
The poet was not found at home -
AND, topped with cypress,
On the French tale Boris
Home dejectedly trudged.
What saint, what matchmaker
Zhukovsky will bring with me?
Tell me - you will not be there today
With Karamzin, with Karamzina? —
Just in case - I expect,
Throne of my request,
Calling you a cup of tea
Rajewski - the glory of the day.
