Е. Онегин, гл. 1, XXIY - пер. А. С. Пушкина

Людмила 31
XXIY
An amber on the Tzargrad-city's pipes,
And porcelain with bronze on table,
And as the coddled feels' delight
There's a parfum in crystal vessel;
And combs, nailfiles from a steel,
The straight and curvelinear scissors,
The brush's kinds, varied to thirty,
For nails and also for teeth.
Russo (I may say as a notion)
Couldn't understand, how grand Grimm
Dared the nails his to clean
Before him, madhap, such eloquent.
This rights' and freedoms' great defender
Must have been wrong in his behaviour.