Here you will find the Poem The Beggar of poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
By gates of an abode, blessed, A man stood, asking for donation, A beggar, cruelly oppressed By hunger, thirst and deprivation. He asked just for a peace of bread, And all his looks were full of anguish, And was a cold stone laid Into his stretched arm, thin and languished. Thus I prayed vainly for your love, With bitter tears, pine and fervor, Thus my best senses, that have thrived, Were victimized by you forever!
