vengeance, prince, vengeance!
Pad at your feet:
Be just and punish the murderer,
To his execution in later centuries
Your right judgment offspring heralded,
To see an example of the villains in it.
died poet! - Slave of honor -
bollard, maligned rumor,
With lead in his chest and a thirst for revenge,
Hanging his proud head!..
I could not bear the poet's soul
Shame petty offenses,
He rebelled against the light of opinions
One as before ... and killed!
killed!.. What is now sobbing,
Empty praise unnecessary Choir
And pathetic babble excuses?
Destiny come to pass sentence!
L Do not you first so viciously persecuted
its free, bold gift
And for fun fanned
Slightly Hidden fire?
Well? Have fun ... - he torments
The latter could not bear:
Ugas, as a beacon, Brave genius,
Faded festive wreath.
