Aleksandr Nikolaevich Radishchev. Journey from St. Petersburg to Moscow (№ 304581)

On the nature of the sublime the man in the shroud of sorrow at his birth, dragging him on the strict ranges of fear, boredom and sadness through his whole age, you gave him joy in a dream. Fell asleep, and all died. Obnoxious awakening the unfortunate. About how death is nice for him. And whether it is the end of the tribulation? - Father sablage, do turn away your eyes from schonewalde disastrous your life courageously? You, the source of all wealth, was sacrificed this victim. You alone give strength, when nature trembles, shudders. Behold the voice of the father crying for his child. You life I gave you and return; on land it has already become useless.