Here you will find the Poem The Decembrist of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
'To this the pagan senate bears witness: -- THESE DEEDS SHALL NEVER DIE! -- ' He lit his pipe and wrapped his cloak around While some play chess nearby. He traded his ambitious dream For a godforsaken Siberian plot And an elegant pipe at his venomous lips, Which uttered truth in a mournful world. When the German oaks first rustled, Europe wept in her snare. Black horses in quadrigae reared on each triumphant turn. Once, the blue punch glowed in our glasses. With the broad noises of the samovar, A friend from across the Rhine spoke In muted tones -- a freedom-loving guitar. The lively voices are still excited Over the sweet liberty of citizenship; But the victims don't want blind skies, Toil and consistency are truer. Everything's confused and there is no one to say, As things grow colder, Everything's confused, it is sweet to repeat: Russia, Lethe, Lorelei...
