ya pamitnik sebe bozdbig nerokotvorni
k nemu ne zarastyot narodnaya tropa
voznesiya vishe on glavoyu ne pokornoy
alaksandriskaya stolpa

net ves ya ne umru ,dusha v zavetnoy lire
moy prakh perejivyot i tlenya ubijit
i slaven budu ya dokol v podlonom mire
jiv budet khot odin pit

slukh obo mne proydyot po vse Rusi vlikoy
i navaviyot menya vsyak sushi v ney yazik
i gordi vnuk slavyan , i fin ,i nine dikoy
tungus, i drug stepey kolmik

i dolgo budu ya lubezen ya narodu
shto chustva dobrie ya probujdal
shto v moy jestoki vek voslavil ya svobodu
i milost k padshim prizival

velenyu bojiyo , o muza ,bud paslushna!
obidi ne strashas,ne trebuya venca
khoalu i klevetu priemli ravnodushno
i ne osporivay glupca!
VELLIKI POET :PUSHKIN