The unexperienced fan of alien lands, 
And procecutor of my native ones, 
I usually said: where this day
We'd find at home either a true mind
Or even genius? Where is an honest citizen
With a lofty, noble soul living then? 
Where is a woman- not with a cold beauty, 
But with a living one, so ardent, luring? 
Where'd I find the easy talk, 
Enlightened, cultural, with  joy? 
With whom I'd be not bleak, nor hollow? 
And, thus, my country was the hell to me...
But yesterday Golitsyna I've seen -
And got the reconcilement with all this.
1817                
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