The unexperienced fan of alien lands,
And procecutor of my native ones,
I usually said: where this day
We'd find at home either a true mind
Or even genius? Where is an honest citizen
With a lofty, noble soul living then?
Where is a woman- not with a cold beauty,
But with a living one, so ardent, luring?
Where'd I find the easy talk,
Enlightened, cultural, with joy?
With whom I'd be not bleak, nor hollow?
And, thus, my country was the hell to me...
But yesterday Golitsyna I've seen -
And got the reconcilement with all this.
1817
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