From Lermontov
Unwashed Russia, farewell to you,
The land of lords, the land of serfs
And you, the uniforms of blue,
And you, the loyalists of theirs.
Behind the wall of the Caucasus I
Might shelter from your peers
From their all-seeing eye,
From their all-hearing ears.
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