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And who are the judges? -

For antiquity of years

Their enmity is irreconcilable to free life, judgment is drawn from forgotten newspapers

Times of Ochakovsky and submissions of Crimea; Always ready for the cranes,

Sing all the song one and the same

Not noticing about yourself:

Which is older is worse.

Where, indicate to us, the Fatherland fathers,

Which we should take for samples? Are these robbery rich?

They found protection from the court in friends, in a kinship, the magnificent buildings of the chambers,

Where they spilled in feasts and motility

And where the foreign clients of the past life will not be resurrected.

And who in Moscow did not clamp the mouths, dinners and dancing?

Is it not the one who is still with me,

For the ideas of some incomprehensible,

Did you take a bow to a bow?

That nestor of the wretches of the noble

A crowd surrounded by servants;

Zealous, they are in the hours of wine and fights

And his honor and life were saved more than once: suddenly he exchanged three dogs on them !!!

Or there is one who is for the glead

On the fortress, he drove on many trucks from mothers, fathers of rejected children?!

He himself is immersed in his mind in marshmallows and in the Amurs, forced all of Moscow to marry their beauty!

But the debtors did not agree to the postponement: the Amurs and the marshmallows are all

Sold one by one !!!

Here are those who have survived to gray hair!

So respect who we should be on the deserts! Here are our strict connoisseurs and judges!

Now let one of us alone

Of the young people, there is an enemy of searches, not requiring either places or an increase in the rank,

In science, he rinses the mind, sting in knowledge; Or in his soul, God himself will arouse heat

To arts creative, high and beautiful - -

They immediately: robbery! fire!

And he will be known as a dreamer! Dangerous !! - Uniform! One uniform! He once covered them in their former life, embroidered and beautiful,

Their weakness, reason of poverty;

And we are happy for us on the road!

And in wives, daughters - the same passion to the uniform!

I myself have long renounced him from tenderness?! Now, my childishness does not fall into this; But who would not have enticted to everyone then?

When from the guard, others from the yard

They came here for a while, -

Women shouted: Hurray!

And they threw caps into the air!