the reason for this poem was speeches in the french chamber of deputies, with demands to provide assistancesh people. and... why are you making a fuss, people's vets, why are you threatening anathema in russia, what has outraged you, excitement lithuania, leave it, this is a dispute between the slavs among themselves, a domestic, old dispute, already weighed by fate, a question that you will not resolve, these tribes have been at enmity with each other for a long time , it has bowed more than once under thunderstorms, then their side, then our side, who will stand in unequal dispute, the arrogant poles or the faithful ros? yan streams will merge into the russian sea, it will dry up, here’s the question: leave us, you haven’t read, these bloody tablets, you don’t understand, it’s alien to you, sowing family feud, for you silent, cream or prague, meaninglessly suits you to a desperate struggle courage, and you hate us, why are you responsible, is it because on the ruins of burning moscow we did not recognize the insolent will of the one under whom you trembled? for the fact that they would ha