nikolai petrovich, rezanov, from the land we were created in earth, that yum, over the vision of the grave your song, hallelujah. hallelujah! alleluia! alleluia. my dear sir, count alexei nikolaevich rumyantsevuced anna , who constituted all the bliss of my days, has made my whole life ugly, i have only russia left, i want to devote the rest of my days to the fatherland, i am not going to the schema, serving my fatherland, having led the first round-the-world trip of russians, i am ready, with god’s help , to give my life to the flourishing of the russian-american company in order to spread the light our fatherland to california and the sandwich islands, let it be... borosi is winged with sails, wise count, look into the distance, the house inside us. sovereign, sovereign, sovereign, to guess means to know. delay grace give thanks. you will wake me up at dawn to see me off, but i will go out, you will never tell me. you will never forget, you will never see me, shielding you from a cold, i will think , god almighty, i will never forget you, you will never see me again, dear sir, so that russia and america could prosper in a calm and painful unity, it is necessary to breathe life into the aff