What, proseman, is your fuss about?
Bring any of that thinking out:
Its point, I’ll neatly edge,
With fleety rhyme I’ll fledge
And put it on a string drawn tight
Of supple bow in the bend,
Then – hit or miss – it takes flight,
And woe is our foe’s end!
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«Прозаик и поэт», ~1825
Pushkin A. A proseman and a poet
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