Your Majesty
Alexander!
I am sending you the stanza, about which you spoke to me yesterday, known for use, if it is your worship.
... "He was a murderer in cold blood
Navel blow - there is no salvation!
An empty heart is calm,
The hand did not waver gun.
And what a miracle? - izdalyoka,
Like hundreds of fugitives,
To catch the money and ranks,
Abandoned us by the will of fate,
Laughing, he boldly despised
Foreign land the language and customs;
I could not spare our glory,
I could not understand at this moment bloody
For what́ He raised his hand!»
Behind this you will remain forever loyal and grateful
Lermontov.
overleaf:
his Excellency
Dear Sir
Alexander Ivanovich
Turgenev.
