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After return to hearth and home,

Vladimir Lensky came to visit

His neighbor’s sorrowful gravestone,

And heaved a sigh, when he did see it.

And for a long time he was sad.

“Poor Yorick – dolefully he said, –

He hold me on his hands sometimes,

I used to play with his war prize –

A medal he got from Suvorov!

Intended Olga he for me,

And used to say: when would it be? ”

And stirred by a sincere sorrow

Vladimir started to inscribe

A madrigal at the graveside.