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×óòü õëåáà – åñòü áóòûëü ñ âèíîì –
Óìåðåííî íàäåæåí äîì –
Äóøå íà æèçíü äîñòàòî÷íî –
È íå ñêóäååò â íåé òåïëî –
È ñëîâíî òû Íàïîëåîí –
È çàâòðà êîðîíàöèÿ!
Âåê ñêðîìåí – ñëàâà â íåì ìàëà –
Íåäîëãîé áóäåò ïóñòü âîéíà –
×óòü áîëü, ÷óòü óïîåíèå –
Èõ íàì äîâîëüíî çà ãëàçà!
Êòî ñêàæåò, ÷òî òàê æèòü íåëüçÿ,
Èùè äðóãîãî æðåáèÿ!
A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—
Conscious—as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
A modest lot—A fame petite—
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's—balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!