Nikolai Mikhailovich Languages. (№ 167820)

Fire and force of doom wonderful
Sparkled sublime your eyes;
An excess of feeling alive and clear
Your worried conversation;
Chest inspired awe,
Hope of glory hot
And courage proudly lifted
Your mighty shoulders!
Extinguished fiery eyes,
Silent prophetic mouth
Motionless heart, of eternal night
You closed the dark.
Goodbye, comrade! Were the years
You're a Cup of sweet beer;
In the gardens of science and freedom
Poetically you walked;
There you have created, slavolyuba,
There was raised and sent you
Their tireless gusts,
Their wide dreams.
And to the distant noise of the other world
You on high-profile cases
My enthusiastic Lira
Blessed and named;
Its a welcome sound
How superstitious you listened,
How hot friendly hand
His grasp and pressed!
Under the canopy of sweet light,
Showing off divney beauty,
In your sight gradusi summer
Fun raced a succession;
In their tiresome deceit
Did you clear the lot read
They were nadejalsja and advance
Triumphed and rejoiced.
Come, and here's your grave!
Winged thoughts the speed
Hope, youth and strength -
All decay, and MiG, and vanity!