How then aristocrat am I to be?

God be thanked, I am but a citizen.

My grandsire Radsha in warlike service

To Alexander Nefsky was attached.

The Crowned Wrathful, Fourth Ivan,

His descendants in his ire had spared.

About the Tsars the Pushkins moved;

And more than one acquired renown,

When against the Poles battling was

Of Nizhny Novgorod the citizen plain.

When treason conquered was and falsehood,

And the rage of storm of war,

When the Romanoffs upon the throne

The nation called by its Chart -

We upon it laid our hands;

The martyr's son then favored us;

Time was, our race was prized,

But I... am but a citizen obscure.

Our stubborn spirit us tricks has played;

Most irrepressible of his race,

With Peter my sire could not get on;

And for this was hung by him.

Let his example a lesson be:

Not contradiction loves a ruler,

Not all can be Prince Dolgorukys,

Happy only is the simple citizen.

My grandfather, when the rebels rose

In the palace of Peterhof,

Like Munich, faithful he remained

To the fallen Peter Third;

To honor came then the Orloffs,

But my sire into fortress, prison -

Quiet now was our stem race,