Alexander Pushkin
My family tree
Laughing cruelly over the brother who
Scribblers Russian mob
My name is an aristocrat:
Look, perhaps, what nonsense!
I not an officer, not the assessor,
I'm on the cross is not a gentleman,
Not academic, not a professor;
I just Russian artisan.
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I understood the wrongness of the time,
Prekoslovlyu not, really, her,
Our new birth of nobility,
And the newer, so noble.
Aging in a piece of childbirth
(And, unfortunately, not one)
Boyar old child I;
I, my friends, the small tradesman.
Not sold my grandfather pancakes
Do not polish the king's boots,
Do not sing with the court a deacon,
In the princes did not jump out of Ukrainians,
And he was not a runaway soldier
Austrian powdered teams;
So if I be an aristocrat?
I thank God, philistine.
My ancestor Racha muscle brane
Nevsky was a saint;
His progeny anger crowned,
Ivan IV spared.
Were carried out with the kings of Pushkin;
Of them was famous for not one,
When the pull of the Poles
Nizhny Novgorod townsman.
Humbling sedition and treachery
And rage swear bad weather,
When the Romanovs to the throne
Called in the charter of its people,
We have to put a hand thereof,
We bestowed the sufferer's son.
Sometimes, we held dear;
Sometimes ... but - I tradesman.
Stubborn spirit we all podgadil:
In his indomitable relatives,
Since my ancestor Peter did not get along
And he was hanged for it.
His example to us whether science:
He does not like controversy master.
Happy prince Jacob Dolgoruky
Smart humble tradesman.
My grandfather, when a rebellion rose
Amid the Peterhof yard
How Munnich, remained faithful
Fall of the Third Peter.
Caught in honor of then Orlov,
And my grandfather into a fortress, in quarantine.
And our family subsided stern
And I was born tradesman.
Under the stamp my seal
I am a pile of letters buried
And do not rub shoulders with the new nobility,
And the pride of blood calmed down.
I am a poet and scholar,
I just Pushkin, not Musin,
I'm not rich, not Chamberlain,
I did great, I tradesman.
Post scriptum
Decided Figlyarin sitting at home,
What my grandfather Hannibal, a black
Was bought for a bottle of rum
And in the hands of the skipper got there.
This was the skipper skipper nice,
Who dvignulas our land,
Who gave a powerful run sovereign
Helm of the native vessel.
This skipper grandfather was available,
And similarly bought arap
Increased zeal, incorruptible,
King of the breastplate, and not a slave.
And he was the father of Hannibal,
Someone to broad Chesmensky depths
Gromada ships vspylala
And he fell for the first time Navarino.
Decided Figlyarin inspired:
I Gentilhomme tradesman.
Well, he respected his family?
He ...? he a vulgar nobleman.
1830