Licinius, seest thou: the rapid chariot

Crowned with laurels, in a brilliant scarlet,

Spesivykh collapsed Vetuly young

In a crowd of people's flying over the pavement?

See how it all before him humbly back grabber,

Look how unhappy people lictors chase!

Flatterers, senators, damsels long series

Sweetly after it tends to look hard;

Waiting with trepidation catch a smile, eye movements

As if the wondrous blessing of the gods;

And small children and old men in gray

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All prostrate before the idol of silence fell in the dust:

For them and the wheel tracks in the mud napechatlenny,

There is a monument of honor and the sacred.

A.S Puchkin