i’m annoyed by the news of varshavskaya’s betrayal, what a pity that i won’t have to exchange bulletsntlemen, the blood will flood them forever, god willing. pushkin writes one of his best works: to the slanderers of russia. the reason for this poem was speeches in the french chamber of deputies, with demands to provide assistance to the polish 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, meaning