pozdukhov, i know this beast, how damn healthy he is now. go in with the left flank, push at his goalfor me, i’ll bet you a gold piece, if you take it, i’ll flog him will become, i know this bull, no, but i know for good measure, he will scare him with a thorn, a thorn. why, lord, why did he disappear, i didn’t tell him. i am the truth and usually, what’s wrong with you, well you are so mortal, so brave in your poems and letters, i found an ideal in you, your voice, your movement, your hair, your eyes, give me your eyes, hurry up, it will be there, quickly, quickly, let’s go where the nightingale is, further , next, my, my, pure, my, innocent, mine, and i’m so sinful, what kind of a sinner are you, quickly give me your class, what’s your class, you saw my misfortune, ah tonechka, now you won’t love me, you the heart, pierced by lightning, is your image. like a flower from heaven, you struck me with your gaze, oh, like an inflammation of the brain, very weak, very, lord, merciful, merciful god, if only he lived, if only he lived, i’ll leave, lord, i’ll leave, if only he lived, if only