Book: Letters of a Russian officer

Can it be true to think we might
That land we were born
In a world where everything is perishable, false,
Where all passions subdued,
Where mortal sense of noble,
Always humiliated and forgotten
Because the whims of Vice
Reverence gives deep
Strong and speaks the truth.
No, no! There is another world, the world is eternal,
Where there is no corruption, of blood, of tears,
Where the moan of a heart
Before the voice of proud superiority
In the court of the Creator of mankind has!