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I built the plot of my new novel

And thought, what would be its content;

And now a page you’re turning over,

Where is first chapter’s very end.

I have examined written strictly:

There are mistakes, if to check neatly;

I won’t amend these or correct.

To censor I will pay my debt,

And, then, present it for reviewing

To journalists – the public wolves.

I beg, my newborn creature, move

To Neva’s banks for public viewing!

Please, earn the tributes of the glory:

The idle talks, clamor and quarrel!