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Lyudi perestayut myslit', kogda perestayut chitat'. - D. Didro

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 PAMYATI POMYALOVSKOGO

CHto god, to novaya utrata,- 
I gibnut sily bez kontsa!
Esche mezh nami net sobrata,
Za pravdu chestnogo bojtsa!

Podumat' strashno, skol'kih my
Ne doschitalis' v eti gody!
Ih vseh, vragov otvazhnyh t'my.
Slomili rannie nevzgody.

I vot nad svezheyu mogiloj
Nas duma tyazhkaya gnetet...
Uzheli ta zhe uchast' zhdet
Vse voznikayuschie sily?

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