AND. D. Mendeleev
You're the pilot - he, teacher - himself.
Your way is harsh. What's the use in this?
And I serve Her zaryam,
Zvezdyaschimsya my vows.
I love to sleep changes,
Outdoor wind per hour walks.
The traitor himself - not destroy it
My brooding divination.
You also Grez on the steering wheel,
But the Old your canoe, old rudder,
And we arrive at the appointed hour -
And drop your sail.
Tell, when suddenly in Azure
Zapleschut Angel Wings,
Who was the first release from the hands of
His trembling banner?
2 December 1903
