…from the quills of the dead white poets
Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841)
Forever you, the unwashed Russia! The land of slaves the land of lords: And you, the blue-uniformed ushers, And people who worship them as gods. I hope, from your tyrannic hounds To save me with Caucasian wall: From their eye, that sees through ground, From their ears, that hear all. Translated from Russian by Yevgeny Bonver, 1990 Poor Mikhail wouldn't have to change a word today.