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To husbands. The reasons for bitter laughter was enough, and Sergey Marin did not spare defects, in 
Its "pocket" satires got to hypocrites of capital light: 
« Serve fatherland! » - repeat to me since small years;  
« Love fatherland! » - repeats all white light.  
Yes only in words those speeches execute,  
But with harm it happily live. 
- Friends pohvalivajut my verses, - speaks Marinas, - and my Muse mercilessly sekut 
Enemies and envious persons, jako the maid harmful. I pay off for talent kucheju displeasure... 
« Any abusive verses put on my account, - wrote on.-Kindly clever, so where 
There were, and verses silly, vile, and everyone speak: well, it again from Marina! » But friends at it 
were good. Alexey Olenin, the hunched clever man, the expert on arts and archeology, has reduced it with 
Fabulist Krylov and tragedian Ozerov; the friend became also Arcady Suvorov, the son 
The field marshal, sunk in the river Rymnike; Marinas strong was friends of the Guards poet 
Sashkoj Argamakovym, the well-known Denis Fonvizin's nephew; young Denis Davidov 
Adjusted the bivuachnuju lyre, frankly imitating marinskim to poems. But here 
Poet Gabriel Gerakova composed boring verses, Marinas has made for itself "oselkom", on 
Which, appear, also perfected the wit: 
You will be, you will be, the author,  
Century you will write a nonsense,  
There will be in the Case a teacher,  
And then there will be a major... 
Adjusted the bivuachnuju lyre, frankly imitating marinskim to poems. But here 
It is strange, that in a roar of the Borodino fight the growing old Kutuzov podozval to itself 
Aide-de-camp Kajsarova, speaking it: 
? Whether Marina you remember? Ah, as it derided case teacher Gerakova... Nu- 
kas, prompt his lines. Amuse me, druzhochek. At a thunder of guns I wish to laugh... 
However, up to Borodino it was still far, when Sergey Nikiforovicha was overtaken by greater 
Love - unique which it has not changed up to the end of the days. Then in capital greater 
The barin Ekaterina's aged favorite II - columns Peter Zavadovsky attained the age, 
Shipped in a gloomy melancholy and living only memory of former greatness, when it 
Reclined on a box of tsarina. This gloomy grumbler possessed a æåíîþ-beauty who was on 
Thirty years are younger than the husband. Called his Vera, it was from family Apraksinyh, and here 
Once, having burst into tears, itself has fallen to a breast of the poet - with a recognition: 
? To me in fact there were no also fifteen when making related by force has given out me for the old man. Now 
It even in a temple divine up to bruises burns me that I looked in a floor, not daring to look on 
Other men. But here you, at last, have come, and all vossijalo special shine... You - mine 
Uniform happiness! You Love, yes?
	- I love, - the poet answered, rising before it knees... 
Vera Zavadovskaja became his Muse, but, to avoid gossips of foes and to not cause 
The anger of her husband, Marinas named it "Liloj", and sometimes simply "belief" - veroju in a deity: 
Having seen beliefs perfection, 
I pr? Ripened light vanity. 
Where the belief is not present, there there is no pleasure. 
Without it death of a life I shall prefer... 
	Meanwhile, time for love was disturbing, cautious; military people lived in 
Presentiment of close separation with izbrannitsami the hearts; Russian troops already prepared 
To lay down kostmi on a field of battle. Napoleon and his marshals, presyshchennye easy triumphes, 
Submitted the country behind the country, enslaved one people behind another, and this victorious Shaft 
Slowly, but it was inevitably rolled pa the east... However, then anybody from Russian yet 
Thought, that marshals of Napoleon are capable to break borders of Russia, but everywhere, where 
You will come, people spoke, that has come to rescue time the Europe from "Corsican": 
- If not now so it absolutely will go too far and that kind, will dare to concern boundaries 
Polish, the grounds slavic...