Unfortunate Lermontov can I otherwise say?
A cruel guillotine stood above your life
to cut it short.
Chance and probability in the universe
conspired against you.
But not enough.
Though cruel Destiny chopped your life, your
life had its last laugh.
And will continue so in your warm verse.
The throbbing heart, yes, it still throbs,
I feel it, I feel it in the verse!
Lermontov is with me, yes, still!
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