C Happy New Year!

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Davidov dear !..

 Vyazemskij PA

Davidov darling! hello!
I beat my forehead on the new year!
Fun, peace with thee reign,
Gout hell let poberet.
Let them look at you beauty
As for twenty years, watching,
And they say - the call of your trips for --
What does not get old poet.


Let tseditsya hand of Bacchus
In a glass of your best grapes,
I'll drink with Tolstym1 without fear,
What's behind Hippocrates.
Let Phoebus multiply in the twenty-first
For you the rhymes flow,
And the gag superimposed Minerva
All Russian Vralmanam the mouth.
Let the Herald, though Europe
As Europeans said
And silly floods
Reason sun drained.
Let our censor fortify
Thought to permit entry into print;
Let the bar of barbarity not holyat
Not nevezhnichaet know.
Whether this year, others are not equal:
All our clever clever
Menander neva amusing,
But Euripides is not funny
The chief of police in the courts in order,
Colonels not butchers
Ministers not autocratic,
A guard of light is not owls.
Let pike Pobol be born,
In order not dozing carp;
Let the white Negroes stop
Sales in Holy Russia.
But no matter whether in word prytok,
Results can not pull the pen;
If this year we were in evil loss
And profits in the budget for good.