Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. (№ 364470)

Time - it was under Giami,
We passed through a dark forest;
Fire breathing, burning above us
Azure bright heavens.
We were promised a brutal fight.
From the mountains of Ichkeria far
Already in Chechnya and his alive call
Crowds flocked Udaltsov.
Over the antediluvian forests
Beacons flashed all around;
And the smoke of their the wound a pillar,
The stretched clouds;
And aimilia forests;
Was wildly sicalis voice
Under their green tents.
Barely got out of the train
In the clearing, it started...