Now he follows another
On a glorious feat, fatal,
Tormented drunk illness, –
Izgagoy tormented with fire.
Shelters bliss and cool,
Along the road to Peterhof,
Flash in a row from behind the fence
A variety of facades
And the roof of peaceful homes,
In the shadow of the mysterious gardens.
There's a restaurant ... and he is from everlasting
Called Red zucchini ,
And there - for the good of man
Built crazy house,
And there is a shelter humility
Young dancer found.
Pride and honor of the ballet scene,
On the content was:
N. N., landowner from Kazan,
Rich Volzhsky veteran,
without courtships, without recognition
Her innocence stripped.
- A friend of mine! I spoke to him:
You do not sit in his sleigh,
Dancer even I think to manage!
Well, where do you <…>
