Character: Vyazemsky Peter Andreevich

And silently you would have good reputation,
The gift of words, the sharpness - all this luxury in you.
Eyes will look at you and see just,
That sky you captured.

Do me a favor, be careful on the tongue and the pen. Don't play with your future.

From speech joyful, inspired from the song estranged Muse.

Let the gentle minion midday nature,
Where the shadow is fragrant, eloquent water
Smile first welcomed spring!
The son of a cloudy midnight skies of the country
Obvykle to the whistle blizzards and the roar of the weather,
Welcome soul and the song of the first snow...

Keepers of a Treasury of folk,
On the court right suberites you
Responsible: where is the tribute to the desperate widow?
Where to file an orphan hungry?
Self hand have grabbed their debauchery.
Ignoring the reproach of the people, forgetting the threats of heaven,
You greedily drank in persiska cool
The bloody sweat of labor and the miserable tears.

Still love sometimes life old your
With its damages and a sad turn.