Here you will find the Poem The Swan of poet Gavril Romanovich Derzhavin
I'll leave the mortal world behind, Take wing in an flight fantastical, With singing, my eternal soul Will rise up swan-like in the air. Possessing two immortal traits, In Purgatory I won't not linger, But rising over jealousy I'll leave behind me kingdoms' shine. 'Tis so! Though not renowned by birth, I am the muses favorite, From other notables a world apart- I'll be preferred by death itself. The tomb will not confine me, I will not turn to dust among the stars, But like a heavenly set of pipes, My voice will ring out from the sky. And now I see that feathered skin My figure covers all around. My breast is downy and my back is winged, I shine with pearly swan-like white. I fly, I soar-and see below The world entire-- oceans, woods. Like mountains they lift up their heads To hear my lofty hymn to God. From Kuril Islands to the river Bug, From White Sea to the Caspian, Peoples from half the world Of whom the Russian race's comprised, Will hear of me in time: Slavs, Huns, the Scythians, and Finns, And others locked today in battle, Will point at me and they'll pronounce: "There flies the one who tuned his lyre To speak the language of the heart, And preaching peace to the whole world, Enjoyed the happiness of all." Forget a big and stately funeral, My friends! Cease singing, muses' choir! My wife! With patience gird yourself! Don't keen upon what seems a corpse.