А.С.Пушкин - Наполеон
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A wonderful lot was accomplished:
The great man faded.
In captivity rolled gloomy
Napoleon the Terrible Age.
The ruler of the convict disappeared,
Mighty Balovy Victory
And for the exile of the universe
The offspring is already coming.

Oh you whose memory is bloody
The world will be full for a long time, for a long time
Prosiceen with your glory
Sour among desert waves ...
Great grave!
Above the urn, where your ashes lies,
The hatred rested with the peoples
And the ray of immortality is on fire.

For a long time, your eagles flew
Above the desired land?
How long did the kingdoms fall
With thunders of fatal power;
Obedient to the will of the wayward,
The troubles were noisy, the banners were noisy
And imposed a sovereign
Are you on earthly tribes?

When the hope is illuminated
From slavery, the world awakened,
And gall with a right -winged
He overthrew his idol of his idol;
When on the area of ​​the rebellious
The royal corpse lay in the dust,
And the day is great, inevitable -
Freedom got a bright day - -

Then in the excitement of folk storms
Anticipating your wonderful destiny,
In his hopes of noble
You despised humanity.
In its destructive happiness
You boldly believed in your soul
I was captivated by autocracy
Disappointed beauty.

And updated people
You humble the young riot,
Newborn freedom,
Suddenly numb, lost strength;
Among slaves before the wise
You quenched the authorities of the authorities
I rushed to the battles of their militia,
Their chains wrapped with laurels.

And France, the extraction of fame,
The captive fixed the gaze,
Forgetting the hopes of the majestic,
On your brilliant shame.
You led swords to the feast of abundant;
Everything fell with a noise before you:
Europe is perished - a grave dream
He rushed over her head.

And before, in the greatness of shameful
The colossus stepped on her chest.
Tilsit! .. (with the sound of the offensive
Now Ross will not turn turned pale) -

Tilsitis of an arrogant hero
The last glory crowned
But a boring world, but a clergyman
The lucky one worried the soul.

Haughty! Who moved you?
Who mastered your marvelous mind?
Like the hearts of Russians did not comprehend
Are you from the height of brave thoughts?
Gentic fire
Without hesing, you really dreamed
That we are waiting for peace again, like a gift;
But late Russians solved ...

Russia, swearing queen,
Take the ancient rights!
Freeze, the sun Austrilia!
Puffy, great Moscow!
Other times have come
Give away, our brief shame!
Bless Moscow, Russia!
The war on the coffin is our contract!

With a numb hands
Grabbing his iron crown,
He sees the abyss before the eyes
He dies, finally dies.
The militia is running in Europe!
Blooded snow
Proclaimed their fall,
And the trace of the enemy is melting with them.

And everything, like a storm, boiled;
Europe was captured by its captivity;
The tyrant flew in the trail,
Like thunder, curse of tribes.
And the hand of the Nemesis
I will lift the giant:
And to the last all resentment
Squeezed to you, tyrant!

Its acquiring his acquisitions
And evil of warlike miracles
Too stuffy expulsion
Under the canopy of an alien heaven.
And the sultry island of the sharpeners
A full sail will visit,
And traveler the word reconciliation
He will draw on this stone,

Where, having rushed to the waves of the eyes,
The exile remembered the sound of swords,
And the ice horror of midnight,
And the sky of France;
Where sometimes, in its desert
Forgetting war, offspring, throne,
One, one about a sweet son
He thought Gorky with Gorky.

Let it be overshadowed by shame
That cowardly, who is this day
The crazy will outrage with reproach
His debunk shadow!
Praise! He is the Russian people
High lot indicated
And the world of eternal freedom
I bequeathed from the darkness of the link.