Here you will find the Poem Freedom of poet Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Oft through my native land I roved before, But never such a cheerful spirit bore. When on its mother's breast a child I spy-- Hope in my inmost heart doth secret cry, 'Boy, thou art born within a favoring time, Thine eyes shall glad escape old sights of crime. Free as a child, thou can'st prove all and be The forger sole of thine own destiny. Peasant remain,--as to thy father given-- Or like the eagle swing thyself to heaven!' Castles in air I build! Man's spirit opes To many ways to frustrate all my hopes. Though serfdom's sad conditions left behind, Yet there be countless snares of varied kind!-- Well! Although the people soon may rend thee, Let me, oh Freedom, a welcome send thee!
