Александр Пушкин — Нет, я не льстец, когда царю (Друзьям)

Net, ya ne lstets, kogda tsaryu
Khvalu svobodnuyu slagayu:
Ya smelo chuvstva vyrazhayu,
Yazykom serdtsa govoryu.

Yego ya prosto polyubil:
On bodro, chestno pravit nami;
Rossiyu vdrug on ozhivil
Voynoy, nadezhdami, trudami.

O net, khot yunost v nem kipit,
No ne zhestok v nem dukh derzhavny:
Tomu, kogo karayet yavno,
On vtayne milosti tvorit.

Tekla v izgnanye zhizn moya,
Vlachil ya s milymi razluku,
No on mne tsarstvennuyu ruku
Proster — i s vami snova ya.

Vo mne pochtil on vdokhnovenye,
Osvobodil on mysl moyu,
I ya l, v serdechnom umilenye,
Yemu khvaly ne vospoyu?

Ya lstets! Net, bratya, lstets lukav:
On gore na tsarya naklichet,
On iz yego derzhavnykh prav
Odnu lish milost ogranichit.

On skazhet: preziray narod,
Glushi prirody golos nezhny,
On skazhet: prosveshchenya plod —
Razvrat i neky dukh myatezhny!

Beda strane, gde rab i lstets
Odni priblizheny k prestolu,
A nebom izbranny pevets
Molchit, potupya ochi dolu.

Druzyam