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Ode to Freedom (1) [Russia] Pushkin 18 17 Go and disappear from my sight, weak queen of Sisera! Where are you? Thunder to the emperor, ah, your proud freelance singer? Come on, tear off my laurel and break the delicate harp ... I want to sing freedom for the world and fight against the evil of the throne. Please point out to me the noble footprint of that brilliant Gaul. You let him sing a brave hymn and face the glorious suffering fearlessly. Tremble! The autocratic tyrant in the world, the impermanent fate is a temporary favor! Listen, you prostrate slaves, cheer up and wake up! Alas, everywhere I went, there were whips and iron palms everywhere, which was a fatal insult to jurisprudence and tears of Wang Yang, a weak slave. Everywhere, unjust power takes its place in the darkness of prejudice-occupied by enslaved genius and passion for glory and harm. If you want to see the emperor without the suffering of the people, only when the sacred freedom and strong jurisprudence are combined; Only when jurisprudence protects all people with a powerful shield can its sword be grasped by the hands of loyal citizens and waved mercilessly on the head of equality. Only when hand of justice waves evil down from a height, this hand, ah, will not tolerate it a little because of greed or fear. People in power! This is a legal principle, not that God gave you a crown and a throne. Although you are above the people, you should be ruled by eternal jurisprudence. Ah, it's a pity, that's the misfortune of the nation, if the jurisprudence is not sleepy; If people and emperors can play with their jurisprudence! On this point, I want you to testify, oh, the martyr who highlighted the fault, in the recent storm, your emperor's head fell off for his ancestors. Under the witness of silent descendants, Louis rose to death in high spirits, and he hung the head of the crown of freedom on the bloody scaffold of treachery; Law was silent-people were silent, and the axe of sin fell ... So, the Gauls in chains were covered with the purple robes of evil people. I hate you and your throne, tyrannical tyrants and demons! I watched your downfall and the death of your descendants with cruel joy. Everyone will read the people's curse on your forehead. You are the reproach of God, the shame of nature and the plague of the world. When the stars in the sky twinkle on the dark Neva River at midnight, the carefree head falls asleep under the pressure of peaceful dreams, and the thoughtful singer stares at the barren remains of a tyrant, and a long-abandoned palace ⑥ rests in the fog. He also heard that behind the terrible palace wall, Cleo ⑦' s terrible judgment and Ka Regula ⑧' s last moment were clearly presented to him. He also saw: wearing shoulder straps and medals, a group of secretive pilots passed by, drunk with wine and malice, arrogant on their faces and fearful in their hearts. The disloyal guards were silent, the suspension bridge hanging high quietly fell down, and in the dark night, two palace doors were quietly opened by the mole who took bribes ... Oh, what a pity! The atrocities of our time! Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers! ..... a shameful blow fell to the ground ... The hooded villain died. Accept this lesson, emperors: today, no matter punishment, praise, blood prison or altar, it can't be your real barrier; Please bow your head in the shadow of reliable jurisprudence. If so, people's freedom and peace are the eternal guards of the throne.