Book: Woe from wit. Page 1

When the guard, other from the court
Here time came:
Women shouted: Hooray!
And in the air threw up their bonnets!

In the mountains, wounded in the forehead, went crazy from the wound.

And I have to you desire, type of ailment.

I the truth about you to say such
That is worse than any lie.

Your talent at all.

Share with all can laugh.

Then there is that now.

There are strange dreams, and the reality is weirder.

I'm not a reader of nonsense,
And that the forest model.

Where, show us the fathers of the Fatherland,
Which we must take for the samples?
Not these, mugging rich?
Protection from the court in friends found in related,
Gorgeous soruda chamber,
Where bottled in feasting and extravagance,
And where will resurrect the customers are foreigners
Last plaguing the meanest traits.
And who in Moscow is not clamped mouths
Lunch, dinner, and dancing?

<...> we have already from time immemorial is carried out,
That the father and the son honor.

Strive to recruit teachers shelves
The number of Pobol a price cheaper.

To face you eh these individuals!

A little light - you're on your feet! And I'm at your feet.